Well. Hell.

So like, I had this post. And then it was gone.

::boggles:: WTF, LJ? WTF?

(I still need to make t-shirts with a bush on the front that say "WTF, America, WTF?" And feel free to take that to mean any kind of bush you like. :p)

The gist of it was something like: heart you all for Snaps Cup love. Don't know how to do hearts. Or bullets. Am secretly a 12 year old girl, when I'm not being a 12 year old boy. Use 'teh' still, even though 'teh' has died the way of internet fads, out of laziness. Cannot spell. Suck at writing. Wrote 300 words of CSI that may be vaguely Nick/Gregish. Won't admit to it, because ew. (Ew to the fic. not ew to Nick/Greg. I OTP in their general direction. Stupid CSI writers and producers not letting them have scenes together anymore. Bastards. And hey, Chrystal, did you know the guy who plays Bobby (culy hair, Texas accent, gun guy) is gay? And so is teh character, apparently. he was supposed to come out but they cut it at the last minute. He took some time off for a while there because he and his partner adopted a little girl. Do I have any idea why you might care? No. But there you go.) Really though, hearts to you all for the Snaps Cup love.

title: For Jealousy of Spoons
fandom: O11
words: 317
notes: Because musesfool said I should. No, really, sometimes all you've gotta do is say, "hey! write that!" and I'll typically feel bad about saying no. Also, I'm ashamed to admit, that I sort of made it fit into the Absence of Truth universe. Yes, yes, I know that I'm a bad person. I'm sorry.

( For Jealousy of Spoons )



And now I'm for bed. Really. I expect I'll regret this in the morning.

Wee! I finally finished one! Hey, it's later. :p

( Eos Dragging Twilight - 388 words - Sirius/Remus - R )

Because I don't have a hundred other things to do: for Harry, on his birthday.


who laugh like they would fall apart
- harry/draco - stupidly tame - 200 words -
- the title is belonging to e.e. cummings -
- thanks to George for the prompt -

Erm. It's been a long day, and I slept through most of it. Dentists are evil and I'm a little bit fuzzy, still, though that's probably from the sleeping thing. Let me just say: OW. And also: ::sulks:: Anyway, figured I might as well stick this up here since I haven't before. ::shrugs::

title: Twenty-Five Ways the World Isn't Over: As Brought to You by Three Apocalypse Happy Fandoms and Tori Amos
fandoms: BtVS, HP and GO
ratings: Erm. Various. From one end to the other.
pairings/characters: Spike/Buffy, Harry/Draco and Aziraphale/Crowley mainly, but also Dawn, Giles, Xander, Hermione/Ginny, gen, Sirius, Regulus, Adam and The Them.
notes: Written for carbonized for her birthday and just... not posted. The title for every ficlet is also a Tori Amos song. And um. There is het in these ficlets. And gen. What's up with that, really? I don't know.


(Twenty-Five Ways the World Isn't Over)

title: Cruel
fandom: Veronica Mars
words: 178
notes: attempt the first at the Logan/Weevil. There's no Weevil. There's just Lilly and Logan.

( Cruel )

I am doomed.

I am very, very doomed. I even make a song to that effect. It goes like this:

Doomed-Doomed-Doomed-DoomedDoomedDoomedDoomedDoomed

Sadly there are no dance steps to go with it. Though in my head Bugs Bunny is popping up cause apparently I really was brainwashed by too much television as a child. You have to be in my head to get the connection I think.

Anyway, so, yeah. DOOMED.

It's like, a thing. The stressing I wasn't doing last night came up to bite me in the ass about ten minutes ago. Now I'm all with the "oh-holy-fuck-what-is-wrong-with-me-I'll-never-make-it-work-oh-no-oh-god-oh-fuck." Again, it's a thing in my head. ::shrugs::

So, in an effort to, you know, pretend I don't suck.

The first part of the first attempt at the O11 ficathon piece, which will never ever be used as anything else so now it's here as something just a little over a drabble.

( 136 words of Danny and Rusty behind the cut )


Really, I'm sort of fond of that part, but the rest of it is better in the new version. I swear it is.

Liars:
( drabble - R(ish) - Numb3rscest )


Untitled!Terry!fic:
( randomness - 317 words - could go somewhere later - HET. To explain Terry's absence. )


title: Anonymity
rating: PG-15
words: 531
warnings: 'cesty subtext?
summary: Charlie wants to escape himself

( He doesn't have a name here. )

title: Of Movement and Not Standing Still
fandom: Las Vegas
rating: BKON (Boy Kissing, Oh Noes)
summary: Danny isn't gay.
words: 830
warnings: Er. Minor traces of het? And rare fandomness.
notes: Thanks to sleepismyfriend for the once over.

( Danny isn't gay )

I totes did not just write a double drabble-ish thing for myrafur because she played the potato game with me. Oh no. I did not. There is also no hissing or H/D or er... anything. No. Because I didn't just do that.

I've not spent most of the night hunting for Numb3rs caps. Also? Totally did not make Don and Charlie icons. No, no, I did not. And I do not have plans brewing in the back of my head to do an Icon Post of Doom.

::crawls under a rock and hides::


OMG Thewlis with a smoke in my mood. ::whimpers:: I am a sad, sad little fangirl. Y'all should put me out of my misery or summat.

title: The Goldfish's Song of the Sea
rating: Vague boy touching?
fandom: Lost; Jack/Boone
summary: Freedom isn't free.
word count: 533
notes: For affectations, for rocking and having good taste and stuffs. Bonus points to those who can pick out my favorite line.

( The Goldfish's Song of the Sea )

Hey, I wrote something that is not what I should be writing! Let's all die of shock! Also, I totes fixed my twin up on her birthday with the layout. Bwahha, take that LJ, I defeat you with my mad detail editing skillz!


title: Fin
rating: R
words 688
disclaimer: not mine. I own nothing. I might almost own Julian McMahon as Crowley, but mostly that's just in my head and I want everyone to get on that train.
summary: The world is ending. No, really.
notes: Twin wanted me to make a ficlet for the icon she made. Also, F in the Alphabet ficlets series.

( The end of the world is nigh. )


ETA: The beginning! ::facepalm:: This is why a person shouldn't try and code at 5 in the morning.

title: Fall Line
author: Chrystal! No, alright, it was me. No, it was Chrystal. She did it!
rating: Pft. Nothing near the show's.
words: 840
summary: None of it's what it should be when the story is told.
notes: ::hides::

( Sean/Christian sort of yay! )

An untitled ficlet written to make sure I can still write. (Am still unsure)
George with a side of Harry/Draco

words: 521
rating: PG?
prompts: George, cup, red, church, wind
notes: Prompts by Twin. This could fit into AWAAOA, if a person wanted it to. I assume you don't. Also, unedited and written in 27 minutes.

( George paces )

Here is the first installment of what I like to call my Alphaficlets. Or, my Ficlet Project of Doom. You should be able ot figure out why. You should also know that the term ficlet should in no way be taken to mean a certain thing, because I cannot limit myself to 1000 words most of the time. Well, actually I only really cheated on one...

( Abomination - PG - HP - Remus/Sirius )


( Brotherhood - PG - HP - Ron, Harry/Ron if you squint )


( Choice - R - HP - Remus/Lily )


( Dream - PG-13 - JoA - Joan, sorta Joan/God )


( Ego - NC-17 - HP - Sirius/Remus* )


::runs away::
* musesfool is to blame for this. I said I couldn't do it and oh, but I was right.