Dude, you know what, it's been roughly about SIX BILLION YEARS since I wrote Thirty-Five Minutes and Six Days Later, and then made noises about sequels and wacky crossovers and, you know, other lies. And the thing was, was that I wrote like ten pages, and then I remembered my longstanding tradition of writing a fic, and then having people like it ( Read more... )

Gee, it sure is neat that I waited until the middle of the season to write fic for last summer's hiatus. This is what I've been meaning to write ever since I saw the season two premiere. It is dear to my soul, so I hope you like it.

This is for plainsong_x, a little. :>

( Seth and Luke's Big Gay Adventures In Portland. R. Seth/Luke, Seth/Ryan. )

I have the most ridiculous week coming up. No class tomorrow, and no work at all this week, because the elementary schools are out, so I basically have a 2:00 class on Tuesday, and two classes Wednesday, and then that's it. Thus I will have loads of time to write up a review of Harry and Max, the big gay Cartercest movie I saw with new comrade eleanor_lavish ( Read more... )

Hello, I never write these, but OT3s deserve exceptions.

Drabble so I can go to sleep without lying awake plagued by visions of all the sex they'll be having in the hotel next week.

( In Medias Res. Zach/Seth/Summer. )

( Commentary on tonight's episode of The O.C. )

I sort of half paid attention to Lost tonight. ( A few thoughts. )

Subject line is quote from New Year's Drunken Eve. Ah, memories.

Look, sometimes I tell the truth:

plainsong_x asked for "The OC. And strawberry pie."
( You Guys, This Is Serious. Seth/Marissa, sort of. Seth/Ryan, a little. )