#word of the week

[thatsbelievable]

#Midnight Mystery #word of the week #ignore

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

For the @ficwip word of the week: sick.

“Jamie, open the door.”

Each minute outside Jamie’s front door was ratcheting Beard’s nerves up tick by tick.

“Jamie. You know if I don’t actually see you Roy is going to be the next one here. Just open the door, you’re worrying us.”

“I’m fine, Coach. I'm just sick,” Jamie coughed as if to prove his point but Beard wasn’t swayed. “I don’t want you to get sick too. The team needs you.”

“The team needs you, Jamie. Please open the door.”

Beard heard locks slowly turning on the other side of the door and relief coursed through him, but it quickly turned to dread as Jamie opened the door a sliver before stopping. Beard could see only one grey and bloodshot eye and barely half of Jamie’s face with his hood pulled so tightly around his head. Beard stuck his foot in the crack of the door before Jamie could close it again.

“Jamie. Let me in.”

“Christ, Jamie, just let the fucking Yank prick in and get this over with will you?”

Beard’s blood ran cold and ice wrapped around his throat, cutting off his air supply. All his worst fears confirmed in one Mancunian accent, and not the happy one he’d become accustomed to over the last three years. No, it was the one that haunted Beard’s dreams on some nights. It was the voice that almost silenced Beard’s permanently.

James Tartt.

Fuck.

#fic wip #wip Wednesday #word of the week #jamie tartt #coach beard #fuck jamie’s dad #BDU #bad dads universe #shocking #fic: old habits die screaming

[random-word-a-week]

This week's word is...

kijetesantakalu! (toki pona)

[noun]

• Any animal from the Musteloidea superfamily (or Procyonidae family) including raccoons, weasels, otters, skunks, and red pandas.

#kijetesantakalu #conlang #language #word of the week #this is the language I'm learning! #toki pona

[eljefa]

#eljefa #quote #word of the week

[ilovenycee]

#wordofthehour #word of the day #word of the week

[mhalachai]

new feature: word of the week

I made some new year’s resolutions around posting more frequently, and one of the things I’m going to try is posting a word of the week, ie a word in use (in Canadian English, to be precise) that I've newly encountered. 

I write for a living, and I keep coming upon new words. It’s great. 

So, to start off this month with:

Chamfer

Verb; definition: to cut away (in the carpentry sense) a 90-degree edge to make an angle between two adjoining surfaces.

this is easier for my topographically-challenged brain to describe visually:

Origin: mid 16th-century, from the French chamfrain, from chant ‘edge’ + fraint ‘broken’ (from Old French fraindre ‘break’, from Latin frangere).

I came cross this word in a metal restoration video yesterday and had to backtrack the captions to double-check the word. Here’s to starting the new year with learning new things!

The video in question, of a book press restoration, from My Mechanics on youtube. The chamfering occurs very briefly at 14:44.

Back next week with a new word!

#word of the week #chamfer #verbs are neat #mhalachai learns things

[talefoundryshow]

If saturation causes flooding, what does oversaturation look like??

#tale foundry #writing community #writing inspiration #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #taleoid #word of the day #word of the week #definition #good words

[smallumbrella369]

Necklace

@schittscreekdrabbleblog

David returns from the bar’s restroom, delighted to find his drunk husband being hit on. 

She purrs, “Do you like my necklace?” A long gold chain dips between her breasts. 

Oblivious, Patrick stares down her cleavage and shrugs, unmoved. “It’s okay.”

“What would you think of pearls?” Her fingers flutter across her chest. 

She’s bold! David snorts. Patrick turns and lights up.

“Hiiii, husband! This is my David. David, my husband.” Patrick hugs him. “I love my husband’.”

David smiles at the woman over Patrick’s shoulder. “Sorry. My husband is really gay.”

She chuckles, “Lucky you.”

David grins. “Lucky me.”

#schittscreekdrabbleblog #schittscreek drabble #david x patrick #schitts creek #word of the week

[sunbookflowerdork]

#bojack quotes #bojack horseman #i'm sorry #word of the week

[rosedavid]

Spin

For @schittscreekdrabbleblog’s word of the week

David lingers in the doorway, snickering at his husband who’s caught up in dancing to a song as he cooks dinner.

Patrick turns around. “Are you laughing at me?”

David presses his lips together and shakes his head. “Nope.”

Patrick wiggles his hips, strutting up to David. Then, he holds out a hand.

“Dance with me?”

After a roll of his eyes, he takes it, unable to resist Patrick’s soft smile.

They sway along clumsily to the upbeat music, spinning round and round the kitchen together until they’re both overcome with giggles.

Dinner ends up half-burned, but it’s worth it.

#schitts creek #david x patrick #schitt’s creek #schittscreekdrabbleblog #word of the week #fanfiction #brewerrose

[lizzie-bennetdarcy]

For @schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week

Canvas

Frame. Staple. Gesso. Sand.

He could do it in his sleep. The first time he stretched his own canvas, he swore he'd never go back.

David stares at the expanse of white in front of him. Usually, preparing his workstation puts him in the mindset he needs to lose himself in the paint. Today is different. His muse refuses to appear. Frustrated, he sits back and looks across the studio where a pair of soft, brown eyes meet his own. One eye winks, and David quickly looks down, feeling his cheeks get hot. Smiling to himself, he starts to paint.

#schittscreekdrabbleblog #word of the week #schitt's creek #sc drabbles #100 words

[thatsbelievable]

#Midnight Mystery #word of the week #ignore

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Alive from the next chapter of rage, rage against the dying light for the @ficwip word of the week:

“I’m so fucking sorry, Roy,” Jamie says, voice cracking, blinking up at the ceiling, willing the tears away the way he learned to when he was younger and with his Dad and in danger of crying.

By the time Jamie manages to compose himself enough to look at Roy, he’s asleep, his hand limp and cool in Jamie’s warm and clammy one. But Jamie only squeezes his friend's hand harder, holding into it like a lifeline, proof beyond the beeping in the room that Roy’s still here, that Roy’s alive.

And then the dam breaks, and Jamie’s body shudders as a sob tears through his battered body. An inhuman noise of grief and relief, fear and acceptance escapes his lips and he cries until Keeley returns to the room half an hour later. His shoulders shake as she pulls his head to her, and Jamie grips her desperately with his good arm. She runs her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and whispering reassuring words until Jamie cries all the tears he has.

#jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #fic: rage rage against the dying light #fic wip #wip wednesday #word of the week #ted lasso

[random-word-a-week]

This week's word is...

Cafuné! (Portuguese)

[verb]

• The act of running your fingers through someone's hair in a tender way.

#Portuguese #cafuné #word of the week #language

[auraspoetry]

A Purple flower

Two flowers of the same colour come in different shades.  Purple flowers and a pink charade If I dress in colours that match will you love me for days? If I dress in black will I get the eternity my heart awaits? 'I love you’ uttered like a broken record but the broken pieces of the plate say otherwise  the words of reasons why I’m the worst sing in my ears Right, and left, when will it disappear the impatience and the yelling I believe, I believe, the last petal of the flower convinced me so  He loves, he loves, can’t you see it in his eyes when they glow?  Can’t you hear it in his words?  I love you so so much  Put your polarised glasses aside  and put your 3D glasses on  This way you get to really experience this love  The echo of I love you, I love you Is just as loud as I don’t, I don’t  I feel a suppressed scream every time I hang up the phone

#Purple #Pink #Writing #word of the day #poetry #love #poem #word of the week #personal #flowers

[ilovenycee]

#word of wisdom #happiness #word of the day #wordofthehour #word of the week