what makes art special is that it's hard to make
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@lady--divine
what makes art special is that it's hard to make
“Black kite perched on a tree“ by | Alexis Rateau
ilya 'needy top' rozanov
my moon, the moon and my man
Fluffy and Light Almond Cream Rolls
theyre taking me out back behind the shed presumably to give me a medal for my valor and heroism
-Kristi Noem
"Oh, Kurt. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt." The sympathetic but sarcastic voice echoes from the doorway to Kurt's club before he sees the face it's attached to. "What on earth is going on with you now?" "Jesus Christ!" Kurt groans, both happy and annoyed as hell to see one of his best friends, Adam, saunter in. "Are you here to lecture me, too? I thought interventions happened all at once. Not one person at a time showing up in drips and drabs." Adam grabs the chair across from Kurt at his table, spins it around, and straddles it. "I wasn't originally planning one, but yes. Now I think I need to." "And why is that?" "Because I love you." Kurt scoffs. "Well, if you love me, then do me a favor and talk about anything except what you came here to talk about." Adam nods. "Fair enough." "Thank you!" Kurt relaxes back in his chair, secure that, for the moment, he wouldn't have to think about Sebastian, or everything he's losing. Adam has always been one of his most loyal friends. He'll keep his promise. "So what the fuck is this about you staying here in cow town, as you used to call it, when a gorgeous young man and a big empty building await you in New York City?" Kurt scowls. "Wait - you promised to talk about anything except what you came here to talk about." "Yes, and I originally came here to talk about your next High Protocol dinner, with a side of the rising price of Nectar mattresses. But you asked me not to. So I decided to talk about your epically atrocious decision-making skills." "You're not as cute as you think you are, you know." "Really?" Adam grins. "Because I thought I was adorable."
A Dalton Boy Given Advice (WIP)
It is my goal to finish this this year for anyone who is still reading it <3
Kurtbastian one-shot "Outside Edge - Turn Around" (Rated G)
Summary:
Kurt and Sebastian discover that some people can still surprise them... And others, not so much. (571 words)
Notes:
So, this is a follow up to #38 Common Courtesy. At the time (2018) I had a few people ask for a redemption arc for Melanie's mom. I started writing it, then my computer went belly up. But here it is.
Read on AO3.
Part 76 of Outside Edge.
“Melanie! Come on, Melanie! Stop fooling around, it’s time for your lesson!” Madison isn't scolding Melanie. The smile on her face is evidence of that. The scene on the ice playing out right now is so... unusual, so incongruous, Madison has to play into it.
Just a little.
“Okay, Coach Madison!" Melanie calls, holding back a giggle behind gloved hands. "I'll be there in just a second! I have to help my mom… ”
"MELANIE!! Whoa! Whoa, whoa, WHOA!!"
Good Omens one-shot "No Exit" (Rated G)
Summary:
Aziraphale and Crowley are trapped in a room with no conceivable way out... (761 words)
Notes:
This is a little blurb of a story where I sort of wrote myself into a corner and didn't do anything about it XD
Read on AO3.
"Having any luck, dear?" Aziraphale asks, gingerly turning the page of a yellowing manuscript, utterly unfazed with whether his husband finds an answer to the puzzle he's working on or not.
"No. Not yet," Crowley says, strolling around the perimeter of the room for the 50th time. Nothing has changed, of course. It's a standard study: mahogany desk covered in papers, walls lined with bookcases, a leather sofa and a matching wing chair, a large globe in the corner, a sextant on a pedestal, and a few odd crystal carafes that Crowley has already sampled from... excessively. Something new catches his eye, and he makes a beeline for it. "Wait a minute, wait just a minute!" Crowley starts cranking a lever on the wall, spinning it clockwise, then counterclockwise with all his might. It makes a horrid grinding noise but accomplishes little else. He lets the lever wind down, then looks around, but nothing in the room has changed. "No. No. That's... not it."
"Would you quit puttering and give it a rest?" Aziraphale groans. "All you're doing is making an awful racket."
"At least I'm trying to get us out of here! You're reading! How is that going to help us?"
"You never know... "
~ Color My World ~
Kurtbastian one-shot "Outside Edge - Scratch" (Rated G)
Summary:
Kurt consoles Harmony after she gets a bronze medal, even though he believes she deserved a gold... for more reasons than one. (1338 words)
Notes:
This story is also based on a series of things that happened down at the rink where my daughter competes and skates. My daughter's best friend and skating partner once exchanged his gold medal for her silver for a similar reason <3
Read on AO3.
Part 75 of Outside Edge.
“But… she scratched. They both did,” Harmony mutters, staring at her bronze medal and shaking her head in disbelief. “I know, honey. I know.” Kurt has been saying that on repeat. He doesn't know what else to say. He learned a long time ago that, at this level, the medals don't actually mean anything. Scoring in figure skating is so damned subjective. Coaches from rinks all around score the competitions, so skaters might end up getting screwed over by a case of rink loyalty.
But it goes deeper than that.
One judge might not like your music. Another might not like your dress. A third might not like your over-the-boot tights, while another coach prefers them. And if your tights don't exactly match the color of your skin (regardless of the fact that maybe the pro shop didn't have your color and there was nothing you could do about it last minute), another judge won't like you, either. Too much makeup? Too little makeup? Glitter in your hair? Using bobby pins instead of sewing your bun? For female skaters especially, the list of grievances is never-ending, even though there are no official rules governing any of these things.