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  Another in the series of Lisa/Dawn oriented fics; all drabbles thus far dedicated as a birthday present for elisi.This one is set during S6; though I'm not certain whether this is before, or after, Willow's death; not that it matters, as Buffy is busy at the Doublemeat Palace, and Tara is 'babysister-sitting' (could be said to be vamp-sitting as well of course). 

  TITLE: Shadows of a Mothers Love

  AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Tara Maclay; Dawn Summers; Spike;

  LENGTH: 100,

  SUMMARY: Love'em or hate'em, or never met'em; your parents are always watching you.

  A/N: Another Tara the surrogate mom fic; dedicated to beer_good_foamy since he likes'em...



     Tara kept her eye on Dawn and Spike as they played; unconcerned since he hadn't yet realised he wasn't letting her win at poker anymore.

   Least it wasn't kittens.

   And as long as Buffy never found out.

   She was more thoughtful of Lisa and what was developing between her and Dawn.

   Words needed to be had.

   But with whom.

   She closed her eyes; thoughts drifting to the only words of her mother's she'd ever seen.

   “I can't protect you, Tare-bear, but I'll always be watching over you. Believe that.


   Repressing a grin, Tara opened a disapproving eye... and frowned.



     Goddess watch over us all,




     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth



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   This was written yesterday evening, so can be seen as evidence that the flow of these drabbles is continuing.This, as with the others is intended as a birthday pressie for elisi

  TITLE: A Key's Shadows

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa; Dawn Summers;

  LENGTH: 100,

  SUMMARY: Every relationship brings its secrets; especially on the Hellmouth.

  A/N: This is set at some point following Dawn's conversation with Tara; no worries over spoilers here, safe to say, in the tradition of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe, that Lisa is, as yet, unaware of Dawn's true origins. 


     Lisa raced up to the canteen table; late, but full of enthusiasm at the thought of seeing Dawnie. They'd no classes together today, and this might be her only chance at seeing her.

   She felt her optimism begin to evaporate as she took in Dawn's expression.

   She'd been crying.

   Breaking their rule she placed a hand on her new girlfriend's; they were still very new; they'd only just come out to themselves about it.

   She wasn't certain she should worry that Dawnie didn't pull away.

   When she did, it was reluctant; as if she was afraid.

   Now, so was Lisa.



     Goddess watch over us all,




     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth



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  Posting this as a dedication to elisi  ~ there will be more stories to come, but I need to go home and work on them; write some more, and take care of my kittehs. 

  There will be some kind of master-post for the fics when they're done; including a list of  them in chronological order; aslo likely need to go back and correct a few mistakes :-)

  However, I wanted to post a poem before I headed back to the real world. 

  Really like this poem, it almost feel slike a companion to my favourite story about Shakespeare; Mrs. Shakespeare by Robert Nye, which has been on BBC Radio a few times. Must get the book, and some kind of recording of the radio production too. I think there's a YouTube reading of this, which I must try and find. 

  Anyway, here's Anne Hathaway by Carol Ann Duffy; from

  Anne Hathaway

  ‘Item I gyve unto my wief my second best bed…’
(from Shakespeare’s will)

The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas
where he would dive for pearls. My lover’s words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights I dreamed he’d written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer’s hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love – 
I hold him in the casket of my widow’s head
as he held me upon that next best bed.
Carol Ann Duffy

From New Selected Poems 1984-2004  (Picador, 2004). Originally published in The World's Wife (Macmillan, 1999).
Reproduced by kind permission of the author.


Goddess watch over us all, 

Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 

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   This one was conceived ; written; edited and, now posted this morning as the latest in a set of fics written for elisi 's birthday.


  TITLE: The Shadows of Reality

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Tara Maclay; Dawn Summers;

  SUMMARY: People's fears and insecurities never go away really; some learn to hide them better that's all.

  A/N: Sometimes I wish we'd seen more of Tara the Mom on the show; Willow being the Dad in most people's fanfics, which I can see actually, and honestly who would Dawn go to when things begin to develop with Lisa?


     “Gotta trust her Dawnie.

   Dawn muttered.

   “It's that simple.

   Tara stared steadfastly back into Dawn's frustrated, miserably apologetic eyes. “What did you expect me to say?

   Dawn laughed bitterly, “You're worse than...

   “You're sister?” Tara suggested.

   “Mom,” completed Dawn, sticking her tongue out, apathetically, when Tara winked; thanking her for the compliment.

   Hugging Dawn she told her softly, “She deserves to know, Dawnie.

   “And I need to know whether this is real?

   Tara's heart broke when Dawnie looked up at her, “How real am I?

   Gripping her tight to her breast she answered.

   “You feel real enough to me, Dawnie.



     Goddess watch over us all,




    Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth



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  Third one this morning to be posted; all birthday pressies for elisi; this one was written after I woke up this morning, so definitely more to come, and about a dozen; including the ones already posted written. 


  TITLE: The Key for a Father's Love

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa's father; Dawn Summers;

  SUMMARY: Dawn thinks she's been so careful...

  A/N: After the Valentine's fic, but early in their dating relationship; Dawn is still learning about her girlfriend's father...


     “Not so formal Dawn; not as if this is a date after all, “ grinning wickedly as his offhand remark made her blush.

   Had to keep the pain in check though; so much did it remind him of his wife.

   Even after all this time he could hear Lisa's mother admonishing his evil humor, fresh pangs his just reward.

   He could see so much of them in this girl and his daughter it was hard to remember they were still children. He had to though; hard not to think he could see their future.

   He could only hope Lisa's was happier.




     Goddess watch over us all,




     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth




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  Another finished drabble in this set of birthday fics for elisi; don't know yet how many there will finally be (had the feeling that there were more to come, but I couldn't keep my eyes open). 

  TITLE: Summers in the Shadows

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer,

  CHARACTERS: Spike; Dawn Summers; Lisa; Clem; Buffy Summers; Tara Maclay;

  SUMMARY: For some creatures promises mean more than their own safety.

  A/N: This is set after Dawn and Lisa have started dating, but before their relationship is public; especially where Buffy is concerned.


     Obeying his own conscience; rather than the witches threats, he watched them from the shadows.

   For her mother's sake; their mothers' sakes in fact.

   In any case Clem had let their secret out long since; inwardly pleased the Slayer didn't know.

   He had the same respect for the kid's dad Tara did; man had a reputation that impressed him almost as much as his daughter.

   He'd learned never to underestimate someone just because she was a girl, and the kid was as tough as any Slayer; tough enough to be a Summers woman in fact, he chuckled quietly to himself.




     Goddess watch over us all,




     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth




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  Wrote more than a dozen stories last night/this morning; this is the first to be transcribed and posted. They will not be posted in chronological order; nor in the order they came out of my brain. They are all set in the same femalehusband!verse that sees Tara and Faith as a couple. Should be posting a master list sticky post for that 'verse, but I think I'll do the 22'verse one first as posting these fics will take a couple of days. 

  They are all a belated birthday pressie for elisi, which I hope she will enjoy.  

  TITLE: Love in the Shadows

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Hank Summers; Spike; 

  LENGTH: 100,

 SUMMARY: Dawn's wedding; a father uninvited, and a vampire risking... things...

 A/N: This is set a little earlier in the day of the wedding of Dawn and Lisa; also, of course, Faith and Tara; also Andrew, and someone who has yet to be revealed.


      He felt so cowardly.

   “I wanted to thank you for... you know,

   Spike shrugged; lighting a cigarette, trying to seem indifferent.

   “Just stay at the back.

   Hank watched his daughters talking at the front of the Marquee; wondering distractedly what they meant to this man, so willing to risk their anger so he could be here for Dawn's wedding.

   “Ain't you I'm worried about mate; just protecting my bollocks from the Slayer.

   “I don't want to...

   “Don't want her having them off for bringing you do I?

   Hank nodded, and settled into a chair before such circumstances could be set in motion.



     Goddess watch over us all,


     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth




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Second story in a row to feature Rona; only the second with Vi though I think. One of the more memorable things, other than a couple of spectacular episodes, about a rather dreary final season were these two characters; that moment on the bus after the final battle!



TITLE: The Pitfalls, and Potentials of an Office Friendship.

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (AU version of Jet Wolf's BtVS Continuation)


LENGTH: 100,

SUMMARY: Walking the line between friendship and more can be tricky...

A/N: Always wanted to explore some of the stories of those potentials we saw in S7; especially Rona and Vi, who seemed to form an unexpected bond. They've both appeared in various stories over the years; Rona especially appearing in a command role a couple of times. This will hopefully be the first in a series exploring their relationship, which I can promise will not follow a stereotypical path. This is set at a celebration of a significant anniversary in the history of the Slayers.



The party had carried on well into the morning.

Neither Vi, nor Rona could vouchsafe that, since they'd ended up swimming naked in the pool in the gardens; foolish since they'd been drunk.

They'd kissed whilst drying each other off; waking up still entangled.

They'd grown to be fast, though not inseparable, friends since meeting as Potentials in the war against the First Evil.

While neither regretted it, neither had they expected it either; nor were they quite sure what to do about it now it had happened.

Though they were both sober when they did sit down to talk.




Goddess watch over us all,



Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth


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Finally reached my teenage fic; which is kind of appropriate when you think about it. Had a rip roaring start to the year but, despite not posting much of anything, let alone fics, this year I have never felt a loss of confidence that I wouldn't write more. Very slowly my stressed asperger-y coping mechanisms/routines have begun to abate and the ideas that have been swimming around in my head have started making their way onto the page; now into a form that can be posted. I actually posted a couple of drabbles I'd forgotten about, so I have written more than I thought; which feels good actually.

Anyway to that thirteenth story, which links the past of the Slayer line with the future; both in terms of Buffy's story, but also the story outside the show's universe, because of a character that was created for Angel the Series. 

Title was inspired by this poem ~ ~ which I went looking for when I could not find a title I was happy with.



  TITLE: The Rivers of Command

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (post-s7)

  CHARACTERS: Buffy Summers; Rona; Dana;

  LENGTH: 200,

  SUMMARY: Slayers are heroes, but Slayers are also Human; with their own Human flaws and prejudices. Slayers are also women; denied, or relieved of; as you perceive it, the menstrual cycle. This also means that those who might wanted children were denied the choice of whether to have their own. Until Tara, or Willow, dependant on which 'verse you perceive this story to be set, set about breaking one of the chains the first Watchers imprisoned them with. This is a story set in the early days of a new reality for the new Slayers born of the spell that created the Army the Watchers never wanted to see.



     Buffy listened; not too fond of what she heard.

   Or that Rona wasn't interrupting, until she turned; apparently staring into nothing, since Buffy wasn't there, dipping her head to one side, gently; twisting it sideways, inclined sharply.

   Buffy sensed a faint chuckling before the subject of the humour appeared in front of her; tampon pretty obvious between her legs.

   She was impressed; not least by the way Dana walked straight through them to stand alone about forty feet beyond their collective embarrassment.

   Rona, Buffy beside her; divesting themselves of their underwear, joined her; passing either side of the chagrined squad of trainees.

Buffy started to shake her head; until she realised that Rona wasn't deferring command; informing her instead that she wasn't in command either.

Smirking, Buffy took a single step back in unison with her oldest Trainer.

   There was a single point of light; a pinprick really, that only a Slayer might see. Buffy caught Rona reaching down; then across to her, feeling something wet being daubed across her belly.

   It was menstrual blood.

   She smiled; Rona had made her choice.

   The three settled.

   Step by step, moving forward.

   The trap was set, they just had to wait for their victims to spring it.




 Goddess watch over us all,




 Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth  

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  Sharing this for [ profile] gillo 

  Enjoy :-)

  Goddess watch over us all, 


  Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 
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Texas Newspaper Destroys The Myth That Hillary Clinton Is The Lesser Of Two Evils

A Texas newspaper hasn't just endorsed Hillary Clinton. The Corpus Christi Caller-Times destroyed the media created myth that Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are equals, but that Clinton is the lesser of two evils.

 ~ Hillary Clinton is not the lesser of two evils. She has never been. When one examines the facts, there is no contest between Clinton and Trump. Donald Trump has a real rap sheet that should disqualify him from being president. Hillary Clinton’s “crimes” are conspiracy theories that have been cooked up by the conservative media’s anti-Clinton conspiracy cottage industry that has spent decades as a robust source of profit for conservative authors and media. ~ 

   Goddess watch over us all, 


   Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 
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  I've been following the poet known to me as BLÜ for a long time now, but it's been a while since I've posted any poetry, let alone any of theirs, so good time to correct that. Today she posted one of her most beautiful; for me at least.



I wonder if the stars get anxious

When the sun begins to crest

The edge of a world sleeping?

The moon of course is always touched

And on occasion visits her brother

But the star with no name

Save an account in some ancient book

Has no quarter but with darkness. 

Who notices her shimmer?

Who counts the moments she strives to shine? 

And should she weep, would even the sisters give comfort?

In briefest moments, she gives light and takes care of a wish drifting by

But twilight comes, as the celestial perfection emerges

So, I wonder, do the stars grow anxious

As do I?

   She can also be found here - there appear to be youtube & twitter accounts with the same name, but I don't believe they are hers. 

  May the Goddess watch over us all, 


  Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 
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  This was my first seriously written fanfic for something like 15 - 20 years; that was worth anything.  There was an extremely long story that was clearly going nowhere; especially with the tendency of most people not to offer feedback (guilty of that myself a lot these days; mostly because I rarely read fanfics these days); as well as another fic that really needs to be radically re-written, and is quite obviously full of the rage I was feeling at Tara's death at the time. 
  This was also written back in the days when I still believed that WillTara was the only pairing for either character; before I started seeing beyond the romantic film that filled my vision at the time. 
  I still love it though; it was the first story I ever wrote that somebody messaged me and asked if they could archive it. Don't think people do that these days, sadly. I can tell you that after that I walked around for days with an expression not unlike I imagine Willow wearing the morning after 'Hush'. 

  TITLE: The Dance of the Happy Little Toaster
  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 
  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S4)
  CHARACTERS: Willow Rosenberg; Tara Maclay;
  'SHIP: WillTara;
  LENGTH: 2000,
  RATING: 15 (for sexual references & language)
  SUMMARY: It's the morning after 'New Moon Rising' (BtVS S04 E19); Willow wakes up in the arms of Tara.
  A/N: 1) I have decided to rate these, at least on my own journal, using the UK film ratings system as this seems much more sensible to me than the experientially homophobic and misogynistic MPAA ratings – others may disagree, and I shall adapt them where they are cross-posted to fic journals with different systems. Naturally there will be border disputes for which I shall defer to the lj's concerned; unless I feel the rating there unjustified.
          2)There are references to a song by The Beatles; the 'Puppy' episode of Ellen DeGeneres' eponymously titles sitcom; a movie that, at the time I wrote this, I had not scene that was referenced in the S3 episode, 'Something Blue', and gave me the title, and finally the last line is shamelessly stolen from what I recall as the very first Lesbian movie I ever saw (not sure of the factual nature of that), but the line has definitely stuck with ever since, called 'Lianna'.
          (nb.) shortly after I first posted this story, I think, on the now defunct (with much regret on my part for the loss of so much fan history; poetry; fics and comments) willtara yahoo group, which led to it being included on the largely moribund sites at & – it's also posted at (if you have seen it elsewhere, please let me know and I will be delighted to include the links), I actually got to see 'The Brave Little Toaster' at a Dundee cinema, and rather enjoyed it.
         So thank you very much to whoever got that line into the script for 'Something Blue'.
         Also there was a reading on a web/radio/podcast site that, as I recall, was principally devoted to what they called 'wiffy'; then the name for Willow/Buffy shippers; though I never got the chance to hear it, and can no longer find anyone involved with the site who may have access to a recording I can download or listen to. If you have any information that could help I should be most appreciative.

   Willow stirred from her slumber just as false dawn was creeping into the room. She opened her eyes carefully, not totally aware of where she was... until her nudity hit her.

   She was naked! In Tara's bed!

   The sudden enormity of her situation made her giggle, albeit quietly.


   She gasped, hushing herself instantly.

   And it had been wow!

   They'd been intimate before; they'd been (half) naked before, but it had been nothing more than high-class, chocolate-frosted, necking.

   Last night had been an entirely different matter.

   Low-class, chocolate honey-filled, high-caffeine... lust-lovin'.


   She glanced at the sleeping face of her lover...

   Her lover. Tara was her lover.

   Trying not to laugh out loud Willow wondered if she was now an official lesbian, if Tara would get an official Ellen, 'I turned a straight girl' toaster.

   She giggled once more, then smirked as she noticed the tiniest hint of drool on Tara's cheek. If she hadn't been so frightened of waking her up she would have kissed it away.


   Then, stroking hair away from Tara's face, she dared to kiss her anyway.

   Ever so slightly; ever so carefully; ever so daintily, on the forehead.

   Closing her eyes she breathed in the still sweaty scent of her lover.

   Her lover. Tara was her lover.


   It was an established fact now. No going back.

   She snorted as she fought back a laugh. Hell, she wanted to shout. To cry out. She was too happy. She contented herself with another gentle kiss, this time on her lover's cheek, then held her breath as Tara stirred slightly.

   For several minutes then, she took in the sight of Tara breathing... in, out, deep in sleep. O goddess, but she was beautiful.

   Her lover. Tara was her lover.

   “She loves you. Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

   She was drunk. She wanted to tell the world. She felt like dancing, and singing. Instead she had to content herself with continuing to watch Tara sleeping. For over half an hour she simply watched Tara breathing, occasionally gifting herself the slightest, most delicate of kisses. On the cheek; on the forehead once, daringly, on the lips. She even stroked Tara's shoulder at one point.

   Finally she felt compelled to action. She could no longer keep her hands off her lover.

   Her lover, she repeated yet again.

   “Tara Maclay is my lover,” she whispered, breaking into a grin wider than the Grand Canyon.

   Was it possible to be too happy?


   Feeling compelled to laugh... to cry... to shout... to sing, Willow couldn't even begin to decide which impulse was the strongest. And she knew she couldn't bear to disturb the peaceful rest Tara was enjoying.

   She wondered if Tara was dreaming about her.

   Finally Willow carefully disengaged herself from the bedclothes; clambering, reluctantly, free of Tara's arm. Picking up a discarded; oversized t-shirt she grasped her overnight bathroon bag and, with one last look at Tara's peaceful features, she opened the door and slowly meandered down the hall to the showers.

    There, despite the early hour, she showered.

   Slowly, langorously, she ran her fingers over her body; touched her lips, brushed her nipples and stroked her belly, teased herself; hissing at just how ready she was, between her legs... everywhere, in fact, Tara had touched her the night before.

   Not bothering with a towel she stepped dripping from the shower and went to stand in front of one of the long mirrors. She placed a finger on her tongue and tasted it, just to see if it felt any different. She finally let out the long-suppressed laughter.

   It tasted like it had recently been in a shower.

   She was almost disappointed.

   For several minutes Willow stared at the face she saw in the mirror, studying the inanely stupid grin on the face of a woman she hardly recognised.

   Yet seemed to know for the first time.

   She seemed to be glowing. Was she glowing? Willow laughed again. Of course she was glowing! She was fresh from the shower.

   Fresh from her lover. Her lover Tara Maclay.

   She repeated it out loud and laughing, brushed wet hair from her face.

   Then she stared defiantly at the face in the mirror and declared...

   “Willow Rosenberg eats pussy!”


  Goddess watch over us all, 


  Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 

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  Got this from [ profile] angelus2hot back on the 13th August. Life has been so topsy-turvy and stressed out that I never did get around to responding properly, but thanks so much to whoever nominated me. 

  Not sure I'll ever know how to handle people being nice to me; not a huge part of my life experience growing up. 

  But thank you whoever you are. 



You have been nominated at No Rest For The Wicked Awards in the following categories: 

Title: Comforting Contemplations 
Fandom/Pairing: BtVS 
Word Count: 500 
Categories: Heart Of Gold 

Your nomination will be added to the Nominee list on the next update(Monday) 

If you'd like to decline this nomination or any/all future nominations please let me know. 

rules/categories/buttons can be found here: 

Once again congratulations, 

make an author/artist's day nominate today! 


 Now I need to go find out where things stand vis-a-vis the awards and who I should have been 'feuding' with for the past month :-) 

 Time to stop and pause and build this new life with my new name. 

  Goddess watch over us all, 


  Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 

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   Several years ago I was made temporarily homeless and was introduced to three cats. 

   Three years ago approximately I adopted them. 

   I thank the Goddess for them every day. 

   Mama Kitteh is Ebony  )   Papa Kitteh is Yasha  )   Baby Kitteh is Ryouh )

   Goddess watch over us all, 


  Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 

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   Silence about this is NOT an option. 



   Goddess watch over us all, 


   Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 
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   I'm at about seventy seconds; just after the bus. 



   Goddess watch over us all, 


   Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 

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  It's been a topsy-turvy day with this post. That's [ profile] woman_of_ with me in the icon there; shall have to change my lj one to match. [ profile] kazzy_cee let me know that she passed away some while back. I think maybe the Goddess decided I was finally in a place where I could hear the news. 

  Following is pretty much the post I've been trying to make all today.

 From facebook earlier... 

  Today is going to be tough. I was supposed to be travelling by now. Tomorrow; even though I would have been in           Newry for Pride will be easier. I will go to the Peace Garden (my capitalisation) to think of who I would have been there for, but also about my niece, Sarah Jane, who is getting married.

There will be others to; though I never knew him; principal amongst them will be David Lavery, who I really only knew as a name amongst those who were part of the SlayerLit group; one of the first I joined when I became a serious part of Buffy fandom. His passing reminds me of other fans I have known over the years, who have died; mostly without my being aware until long after, so I shall think of them as well.

Mostly it will be tough today in a selfish way, as I need to get my self-pity out of the way, so I can be there for all of them tomorrow.

Goddess willing I will.

Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth


Wasn't going to have a vid when I shared that here, but then I saw this and thought of  [ profile] woman_of_  who has been absent from our lives for far too long. Not having had any news of her for so long I can't help but think the worst, but if you are out there and still checking in once in a while I hope you see this and know you are badly missed. 

  I saw this and felt tears that I haven't tried harder to find out what's happening with you. I will think of you tomorrow as well. 


 Goddess be with us all, 


 Kerk TehKek 
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   Had  a shower, and then an Ulster Fry Ulster Fry ) for breakfast now I need to find something to do to work it off...

  Now what could I do?




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