I miss his arms around me,
His hand rubbing my tummy,
His hunting for my hands to interlock our fingers,
Him playing with my hair and little kisses on my head,
The smell of him on my clothes
The stupid grin he wears on his face,
How he knows to get... More →
Do you remember being little? Younger? Do you remember it? I remember being little. Everyone says life was better then. We were less judgemental. More inclusive. I don't think so. I remember one boy telling me that he was excluded from the soccer team because... More →
If you're like me, 65% of what you got for Christmas (Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Day of the Dead) were gift cards. And if you're an obsessive-compulsive reader like me, 100% of said gift cards were of the Barnes & Noble variety. And if you're a. like... More →
The Sith-or rather, Sithy, as the Valeyard called her, led the way out of the city, Jedi and the Doctor close behind. Fortunately, they had been spared any more Purist incidents.
When the three of them finally left the crumbling city far enough behind them, the... More →
(Warning for moderate violence. All fandom references belong to their respective owners.)
The Sith was not having a good day.
Not that the day was necessarily a bad day, she thought as she nearly got hit by a flying brick. She deflected another wave of glass and... More →