the word in language is half someone else's

oh, man, what am I even up to these days?

1) reading books with pages! I am in the middle of, like, five different books right now, which is simultaneously stressful and delightful. The frontrunner for stuff I am likely to finish soon is definitely Embassytown by China Miéville, which is weird and wonderful and absolutely insane in the face, like everything Miéville writes. Is anybody else reading it?

Next up after that will be...probably the new Jim Butcher, once I walk down the block to get it from where it was misdelivered, and then possibly Kavalier & Clay, on J's recommendation, but maybe Blackout and then All Clear instead - I read the first one when it came out, but I want to reread it before I read the second one. BASICALLY I AM SPOILED FOR CHOICE, and also if you want to talk about books / recommend me books / hear my thoughts about books, I am ALL OVER THAT NONSENSE.

2) cleaninnnnnnng. It is honestly kind of disgusting how much of a housewife I am, but god damn do I love flitting around the house in my nightie and tidying all of the things. Not that it does a damn bit of good, since Lilu McFuzzerton continues to shed like a motherfucker no matter what I do, but it makes me feel productive.

3) Mario. I am SO BAD at it, but god I love it.

4) writing! I KNOW RIGHT, god, I haven't written anything at all in waaaaaaay longer than I care to admit, with the exception of yuletides, but yesterday I wrote a thing! and posted it! and then lj went down like a poorly-constructed POS. w/e w/e, it's on the Archive too (as is all of my fic, now! \o/?), and so if you are into Pride and Prejudice and also crossdressing you should check it out: to pass for a lady,—only think what fun!, Mr&Mrs Darcy, (fairly tame) crossdressing.

(Somewhere in the space-time continuum, my childhood self is APPALLED and has no idea why. SORRY, TEENIE!M. LIFE IS ROUGH.)

5) It's not a list without five things, but fuck if I know what I want to say. Today I will cook with peanut butter (rainbow peanut noodles and also peanut butter cookies), beat the last boss on level two FUCK YEAH, and add a few hundred words to the make-charles-xavier-less-of-a-douchebag story. LOFTY GOALS ALL.

So there was a yuletide! And I participated this year, which I never had before, and it was simultaneously terrifying and awesome, but mostly awesome! Especially once I remembered that, oh, hey, somebody's writing a story for me, too!

That story was A Measure of Devotion, by blackclaude, and it was amaaaaaaaaazing. *flails and glees* It's Whip It! fic, and it's Bliss! and Pash! being loldorably codependent and slightly faily (but ultimately triumphant!) bffs-in-love! ♥

I also wrote a story, with much tearing of hair and gnashing of teeth, and that story was always, division, for The City & The City, written for tronella. It was...not really the fandom I would have chosen to write—apparently this is the Yuletide way?—because lol intimidatingly involved worldbuilding, but in the end I was pretty pleased with the result! Morbid and creepifying for the win! :D? :D?

And, yes. Happy yuletide, everybody, and whatever other holidays you celebrate. I myself am celebrating today with LAZINESS; tomorrow will be a festival of SHENANIGANS and gay movies and dooting around in the outside world (where there is SNOW! *_____* ).

each peach
Pete/Patrick/Ashlee, Pear Liberal Studies.
15323 words, NC-17
not real! never happened! don't google yourself or those you love!

FACT: this story was sparked when lordessrenegade and I were talking about Pete/Patrick/Ashlee threesomes and how badly we wanted to read some. FACT: this story actually got going when loveyouallwrong IMed me one night and told me to tell her a story. FACT: this story would have been lost forever at least twice, except that angelsaves had chatlogs and saved my sorry ass.

FACT: all three of these wonderful ladies made this story happen, mostly by letting me write it at them a few hundred words at a time and then hounding me until I wrote more. &enablers;

FACT: impertinence read it over once it was all finished and assured me that it actually made sense to somebody who hadn't been reading along as I wrote it. ♥

FACT: longtime_lurker was kind enough to braindump a lot of Pete&Ashlee canon on me. All mistakes and fabrications are mine and not hers!

FACT: This was written for quettaser in a holiday fic exchange. UM. I hope this is what you were looking for? It kind of got away from me somewhere in the middle. /o\

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( each peach, 1/2 )

Continued here

throw a little sparkle all over it
Band(s): MCR
Pairing(s): Frank/Gerard
Word Count: 26,000
Rating/Warnings: R, but only barely
Author Notes: Babies and associated ridiculousness. NOT REAL. NEVER HAPPENED.

This story would absolutely not exist with out the handholding, encouragement, badgering, and all-around awesomeness of shoemaster, so you should feel free to blame her for everything. Thanks also to angelsaves, lordessrenegade, pearl_o and strobelighted, who all let me flail at them about this story and send them bits and pieces to squeak about. Finally, thanks to bexless, who somehow got conned into beta-ing this monstrosity, and pointed out countless stupid errors.

You are my very very favorites, dears. FAVORITES.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Fanmix


"Hey, Ma," Mikey says. "No, everything's fine—well, I mean, Gerard accidentally adopted a baby—no, he's changing her now, he can't talk." Gerard flips him off, but Mikey just settles further into the couch. Gerard pouts, then looks up at Frank.

"Frankie," he says, and Frank shakes his head.

"Sorry, man," he says. "But as the one sane person on this entire bus, I'm pretty sure my official job is to watch and laugh."

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shoemaster: I love that you asked for a prompt that wasn't hyperindulgent. this is only regular indulgent then?

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( throw a little sparkle all over it (part one of three) )

part two

I started this...back in February, I guess? And then got about fifty words from the actual end and said, "well, fuck. how does this end?"

And then this past weekend I mentioned it to fox1013, who took a look at it and said, "well, look, you just need a little bit more, see—" and then I wrote it! and it was done! Which just goes to show that my whole "here's what I'm writing; guilt me into finishing things!" process is totally valid.

love is not like a potato
Juno, Juno/Bleeker, ~700 words
With thanks to all of the Usual Suspects

( love is not like a potato. you cannot throw it out the window. )

So once upon a time, I had ( the following conversation. ) And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it did, in fact, explain everything. Even, hopefully, this story.



Mysterious Ways
MCR; Frank/Gerard/Lyn-Z, Pete/Mikey/Alicia; rated R
note: genderswap, threesomes, aliens, crack. not real, never happened, don't google yourself or your friends. Read-through by cool_rain_kiss and pearl_o; handholding by angelsaves and shoemaster; inspired by lordessrenegade.

( IN WHICH the Brothers Way are aliens, Lyn-Z is badass, and everyone else is very, very confused. )

So last night I was on IM - well, honestly, I was on IM most of the day, but last night at about 8:30, I started talking to fox1013. Like I do. And it was fun! Because I said, I want to meta on about summer camp, and fox1013...enabled. Like she does. So that was fun!

Around 9:30, we got to talking about fannish summer camp AUs, which are - oh my god, people, they are the bread and butter of my very soul. Like - any fic about summer camp is automatically going to my top ten list. Explaining it would take a really long time, and also possibly some strong drink. Just - take it as a given, okay?

And around this time pearl_o joined the conversation, and we continued on until almost midnight, ( talking about things like this )

MY POINT BEING: Dear internets, there are many many fandoms that could use some summer-camp AU loving, but the three of us - awesome though we are - are not equal to this task. It falls to you! Take up the torch! Go to your keyboards and give us some good old summer loving. Snippets are welcomed, as are handwavey outline-type-things - basically, we have a craving and want you to FEED US. (and, obviously, more than one snippet per fandom - or one person writing snippets in many fandoms! - is A-OK by us. We are greedy like that.) Just write it, and link one of us when you do, and we will flail all over you.

But we do not come to you empty-handed! We wrote snippets, too, to seed the ground.

I wrote due South, because pearl_o is the boss of me.

( due South summer camp snippet )

GO GO GADGET FANDOM! Write us summer camp AUs! Make my day! (or, um, if we're on some kind of honesty kick, make my life. You don't even understand.)

amateur night
by etben and lordessrenegade
Entourage/Battlestar Galactica (…really.)
Kara Thrace/Eric Murphy/Vincent Chase (…no, really.)
NC-17 (threesomes, pegging)
4106 words
Notes: beta by the amazing brooklinegirl, title from the intrepid shoemaster. For reasons that do not need to be explored at this juncture, Kara Thrace is in L.A. - look, you're just going to have to go with us on this one, okay? Okay then.

(  The thing is, Eric actually really likes Kara Thrace. )

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[It's entirely possible that we should be shot for this – only by "we", I really mean "I", because lordessrenegade wrote all the good parts.]