Normally, we ask that all gifts to the calendar be new and unpublished elsewhere, however, with the completion of Mortmere’s Rainbow Series with this year’s gift (All I See Is You), Mortmere has offered us a chance to display the entire series. Being able to view the entire series in one place seemed a worthwhile exception to our rule. You can see the individual pieces on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/711396.
Artist’s Note: It took me nearly four years to finish my Rainbow series, so I’m very happy to finally offer you the last part, plus the complete series as a rainbow banner. After noticing that there’s hardly any eye contact between our guys in the first five parts, I made this last piece all about that; the title, All I See Is You comes from Stan Rogers’s beautiful song “Forty-Five Years” (https://youtu.be/1Zg2sniQ0Ss), and hey, isn’t that fitting, 2020 being Starsky & Hutch‘s 45th anniversary?
I’ve always considered myself to be an observant person. My husband is a captain with the Bay City Police Department and, bless his heart, he often tells me I’d make a good detective.
But not as good, apparently, as someone else in my family…
It was early December 1975, and I was getting ready to take my six-year-old daughter to the mall to see Santa.
“Do you know what you’re going to ask for this year, Rosie?” Continue reading “December 23rd- Detective Dobey by m. butterfly”
“Hurry up, Starsk! The show’s about to start.” Continue reading “December 21st- Another Bite by MHE Priest”
Starsky finished flipping through facebook, and closed his laptop with a sigh.
“I don’t know why you bother,” Hutch said, putting his book down to glance at his husband. Hutch himself avoided computers, and especially Facebook, as much as possible.
“Hey, most of the time it’s fun!” Starsky objected. “I get to see what’s up with everyone.”
“Then what are you complaining about now?”
“Who said I was complainin’?”
“Well it sounded like you were complaining. What was all that sighing about, then?”
Starsky sighed again. “It’s gettin’ very disharmonious. Lotta’ fightin’ and disagreein’.”
“It’s election season, what do you expect?” Hutch said without sympathy.
“And all the news about the pandemic is bad,” Starsky went on, ignoring him. “It’s taking so long to make a vaccine, I thought they could do something as quickly as they did with the Bay City virus back in the ’70s. I’m gettin’ tired of lockdown!”
Hutch sighed at that himself. “I know, I am too. But we’re old, now, Starsk. We’re in the vulnerable age group, and besides that, you’re missing part of a lung which makes you even more vulnerable.”
“Well, it all makes for depressing reading, that’s all I’m sayin’,” Starsky growled.
“Then stop reading it and do something more enjoyable.”
“I did stop reading it, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He gave a sudden, brilliant smile. “And do you have any suggestions for something better to do?”
“I think I might,” Hutch said, smiling in his turn. “Want to come over here, and we can discuss it?”
Starsky moved across the room and into his husband’s welcoming embrace.
“Cakes have such a terrible habit of turning out bad just when you especially want them to be good.”
— Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery
“Buttermilk, buttermilk,” Hutch muttered under his breath as he scanned the grocery’s cold case shelves. “Buttermilk, where are you?”
A half-stifled giggle made him turn his head. A woman was watching him, head cocked and eyebrow raised.
“Buttermilk? You don’t look like the buttermilk-drinking type,” she said. Her tone was teasing, but her flirty smile and the assessing gleam in her eyes clearly telegraphed her interest.
Hutch gave her a polite smile and noncommittal shrug, then turned back to resume his search, but the woman was undeterred by his lack of response. She moved closer, and Hutch caught a whiff of Shalimar. Continue reading “December 18th- A Piece of Cake by hardboiledbaby”
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to ride Continue reading “December 17th- Starsky’s Jingle Bells by Daisy Morgan”
Okay, let me begin by saying that, technically, not every time can be Continue reading “December 15th- Five Times Starsky and I Banged Each Other and One Time We Didn’t by Daisy Morgan”