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Made for the @bylerbigbang Fic: "Second Chances and Dances" by @foodiewithdahoodie 🐝

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I posted 42 times in 2022

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39 posts reblogged (93%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#3

Who in your life are you grateful for?

My family.

Ever, ever so grateful.

We have faced so much, but we have always faced it together.

My earliest memories are of my mother, father, big brother and little Johnny. I have always had their company and I know for that at least I am blessed. The terrible two came along a little later and turned our world upside down one by one, but I don’t love them any less.

::clears his throat and looks down::

Time has taken a lot. Mom. Dad. But we have also gained Kayo and Brains.

Mom and Dad…they may not be with us anymore, but they are in here…::thumps his breastbone with two fingers::

::that hand forms a fist as his eyes look down a little and grow distant:: I carry them with me.

::looks up again:: But I am grateful for the time I did have with them. Nothing can take those moments from me.

I have my family. We have each other.

And I am ever so grateful for that.

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22 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

#2

Clay

This one is entirely @janetm74​ ‘s fault because she sent me this picture - https://sylvanthorn.tumblr.com/post/672819253903310848/mennyfox55-alfarer%C3%ADa

This fic is Warm Rain, but long into the future. It doesn’t go anywhere and is just a moment, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

-o-o-o-

“Okay, honey, hold it just like this…” He positioned his hands over hers and arranged her fingers so they smoothed the spinning clay just right.

He nudged the speed on the pottery wheel with one foot to a touch slower than usual and the lump of clay gradually began to round under their combined pressure.

Her hands were so small, still a little pudgy in youth, but she was growing so fast he feared he might blink and miss something important. His memory wasn’t as good as it used to be, but he knew enough and revelled in teaching his little Bea.

She giggled and squirmed in his lap. “It feels funny.”

A smile. “It is soft so we can shape it and make something.” He peered down at her in his lap. “What would you like to make?”

She twisted her lips up in thought, but didn’t let go of the spinning clay. “Can we make a bowl for Great-gran?”

Virgil’s grin widened. “Of course.”

“Can we make a purple one?”

He thought back to his studio supplies. “I think I have some glaze that can do the job.”

They were outside on the patio of the old villa, not far from the pool. Virgil had kept a lot of his studio equipment in the main house. It gave him an excuse to wander over and harass various brothers at whim.

Today Kay was down in Auckland and he had some time to himself with his Bea. She had inherited his art interests and combined them with her mother’s curiosity.

In other words, she peppered him with questions on a regular basis.

All of which he loved to answer.

Today’s was about crockery and he had the equipment. It was a good an excuse as any to play with a little clay with his daughter.

She giggled again.

“What is it?”

“My hands are all gooey.” Another chortle. “And so are yours.”

He let out a laugh. “All part of the fun. Now, let’s make Great-gran a bowl.”

He guided her fingers to the centre of the lump of spinning clay. She exclaimed in wonder as he triggered the beginning of a hole in the centre of the mass. Her jaw dropped as they widened it together and the lump became vaguely bowl shaped.

“Now we put one hand on the inside and one on the outside and gently…gently, we can’t rush this…thin the clay out.”

A little more expertise was needed for this and, if he was honest, it had been quite a long time since he had played potter. But the memory was there and he made it work.

Memory, after all, was everything.

There was definitely something about soft clay under his fingertips that sparked more, but this with Bea? This was making memories.

He became aware that they were being watched only gradually, Bea taking up all his focus, but the quiet approach of his eldest brother registered before Bea looked up, grinning. “Uncle Scotty!”

“Hey, Beahive. What have you convinced your daddy to do today?”

Virgil couldn’t help but smile at the flickering mischief in those blue eyes.

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26 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

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Cherry

The wine was sweet. A little too sweet if he was honest, but he was open-minded.

The woman across from him smiled a little nervously and took another sip before clearing her throat. “So, Mr Tracy, thank you for inviting me.”

Virgil smiled over his glass. “My pleasure.” It was his turn to take a sip. This was usually Scott’s gig. Virgil wasn’t one to wine and dine anyone.

Not that he couldn’t be the suit in Tracy Industries. He had no problem with that, it was just that usually he was talking to other engineers and brainstorming, not taking them out to expensive restaurants.

But Lila was different. Or he hoped.

She joined the New York office early last year and had caught his eye during one of their crisis meetings.

Crisis meetings were specialist sessions Virgil held himself when a rescue involved faulty infrastructure. Faulty infrastructure that needed an immediate solution that Tracy Industries might be able to provide.

International Rescue saved the day. Tracy Industries saved the future.

The first time he met her, she had been yelling at him across a holocomm from the other side of the Pacific plus at least one continent. She had called him out in front of everyone.

It was morning in New York. It was also morning on Tracy Island…3am the next day, and Virgil was on his last straw after a very long rescue involving a bridge collapse that should never have happened.

She had far too much energy and was calling him out on both stress and financial calculations.

And she was right, which derailed him even more.

But all through that, she was wearing a bright cherry pink lipstick that set off her chestnut hair just perfectly. Her lips were distracting. They were the perfect colour.

“Mr Tracy?”

He shook himself, both in the past and the present, and took another sip of wine.

Definitely too sweet.

He cleared his throat. “I felt I owed you dinner after my poor conduct last week.”

She blinked before smiling a little nervously and looking down at her lap. “I think I’m lucky I didn’t get fired, shouting at you like that.”

Virgil put the wine glass down. “You had every right to say what you did. I was at fault.” Was it bad that he was happy she was wearing the same lipstick today? That he was quite mesmerised by her nervous smile?

He wasn’t one for physical attraction much. Sure, he looked, who didn’t? But the true lure was intelligence and personality.

If he was honest with himself, Lila’s outburst had reminded him more of family than anything else. Telling him he was being stupid when necessary.

It didn’t happen very often, Virgil was far from reckless, but there were times where his passion overwhelmed his sensibilities and took him a step too far.

This had been one of those times.

The team at Tracy Industries knew him as a Tracy. Sometimes Virgil wondered if Scott and their father had accidentally created some kind of cult with their workers. Their employees were often devoted to them in ways that Virgil didn’t quite see anywhere else. It spoke of far too many pedestals.

But then there were the team members like Scott’s executive assistant who pushed the employee/employer relationship to its boundaries by either yelling across the Pacific or alerting International Rescue that they had a situation in their own villa and could someone please put Mr Tracy to bed now?

So Lila.

At 3am.

With cherry red lipstick.

Had inadvertently joined a select group of Tracy herders in being the first one willing to yell at Virgil Tracy.

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28 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

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