1) Until the Rain Lets Up - Sirius/Remus - 100 words
2) Jubilee, Won't You Come For Me - Harry/Draco - 100 words
3) Keeping Still Only Keeps Us Down - Harry/Draco - 100 words
4) Memories Slip - Firefly (gen) - 100 words
5) Note My Dancing Shoes - Maeby/George Michael - 100 words
6) Now really, really get with writing me JD/Cox fic. I've earned it!
7) I should've packed like two hours ago, at least.
8) Happy New Year!

1) 'Lo, but I am drugged right now. I am a pansy arse pill taker, let me tell you.
2) Like This, He Smiled - Remus/James - 100 words
3) I'm writing interest drabbles sick and drugged and seven months late. Well, I wrote two.
4) This Is Not a Ghost Story - Harry/Draco - 100 words
5) ::sneezes::
6) I have fallen in love with poetry again just now. Bad Poetry (A Love Poem)
7) My new headphones are uncomfortable.
8) I feel that I deserve J.D./Dr. Cox fic. I think you should all get on that right now, please.
9) My tissue box has a crocheted couch covering it. There aren't words for how much I need to move out of my grandparent's house.
10) poem for the maybes
      there are jealousy plays, kiss-me-i'm-lonelys, a boy with things to say
      and no one to understand them, you with no one to understand. you have
      fumbled for fascinating answers to smalltalk questions from a girl you only want
      in order to drive the girl you love as mad as she's driven you.

      and you will, and you will,
      smudge the line between maybe and yes--it's something about knowing.
      maybes are not afraid of the dark. maybes do not have favorite colors.
      maybes have freckles, tequila breath, guilt, a pair of shoes
      that, when you see them again on someone else, will make you pause. "don't"
      in the air they exhale, or "in four decades, when we are old
      and have forgotten one another and met again"

10 a) This needs George Michael/Maeby fic. It does.

title: The Deterioration of Lost Places
rating: R
pairing: Harry/Draco
words: 1200
disclaimer: I own nothing. Especially these characters.
notes: Written for the_eros_affair cheque number 54: I promise not to say a word. Now betated by luzdeestrellas because she's shiny and loves commas more than I do. Posted here so that I can have it archived.

( the Deterioration of Lost Places )

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: Genuflect (This Fake Plastic Jesus)
rating: R
fandom: HP
summary: Draco's always known what this would be.
disclaimer: Me no own nothing, man.
words: 3,801
warnings: Er. Um. Religious metaphors?
notes: Posting and running. Thanks, as always, to restless_jedi for the beta.

( Genuflect (This Fake Plastic Jesus) )

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: Slipping Twisted from Here
author: Hottie McHotpants No, really. No. Really. ::hides::
rating: P,BVPWP (porn, but vague porn with plot)
summary: Five ways Harry and Draco didn't end.
notes: For Cat cause she's awesome. Super thanks to teh Lily, Sexpot McGraw, my one and only and myrafur for the betas and attempts to beta before I got impatient.

( Slipping Twisted from Here )

title: Drug
rating: R
author: me
e-mail: angelgazing [at] gmail [dot] com
words: 1,344
notes: Written because of/for opiumcoffeebean and Brown May Be Sweeter, She Will Supply which everyone should know and love. F-locked until she gives it the ok. (There is some blantant word/phrase stealing.) I have no summary, find one for me? Quickly edited, mistakes should be pointed out to me, please, if you would.
warnings: This is very different than my usual style. Very different.

( Drug )

Evil forces are preventing me from sleep, so this is getting posted a little earlier than it would usually be. I still suck at summaries.


title: The Unfortunate Truth of Happily Ever After
e-mail: angelgazing [at] gmail [dot] com
rating: R
words: 8,430
summary: Living in the aftermath isn't as easy as it was supposed to be.
notes: Written for wayfairer's challenge for the H/D MP3 Ficathon, the challenge was Freedy Johnston's Bad Reputation. Thanks to Twin and Chrystal for helping me through this. :)


( The Unfortunate Truth of Happily Ever After )

title: And We Are At Our Apogee
author: Me
e-mail: angelgazing [at] hotmail [dot] com
rating: PG-13
summary: Harry doesn't remember. Draco wanted revenge, but it didn't work out that way. It's really all about the cliche. Harry/Draco, baby.
notes: Edited, but not betaed. For the Soap Opera Cliche challenge. Also, the timeline is jumpy, consider this a warning.

( And We Are At Our Apogee )