random posting isn't procrastinating. really.

[ifreet]

I accomplished some words yesterday at the cafe. I acquired an akarui_rynka, too, so that was fun. I amused her with my inability to type curse words outside of dialogue, regardless of the POV I'm writing from, and thus necessitating the clever use of find-and-replaceable abbreviations. Also, Rynka is officially the first person to read any of my long fic,

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[china_shop]

Huey/Welsh. ;-)

[ifreet]

Hee! You're a nut.

Maybe Today by Carbon Leaf

Harding's apartment wasn't entirely familiar yet. Jack had been there a couple times for poker nights when he was a detective, and they'd ended a couple dates here since then. So it was becoming familiar. And for all the dust and disorganization -- signs Harding had once been married, had once had someone taking care of him and hadn't gotten used to picking up the slack and taking care of himself -- it was welcoming.

Ok, so the welcoming feeling was more Harding himself. Harding greeted him at the door, and Jack half-expected one of those awkward, how-do-we-greet-each-other dances, but his hand landed solid and warm on Jack's upper arm as Harding leaned forward to brush a kiss against Jack's lips. "Come on in, I'm making sandwiches," he said as he pulled away.

Jack smiled. "Sounds good."

[china_shop]

*applauds madly* I love this peek inside, and that Harding's making sandwiches is both perfect and hilarious. <3

[hieronymousmosh]

Bernard Black/Draco Malfoy

[ifreet]

This pairing makes me look at you askance. Askance!

The Church of Hot Addiction - Cobra Starship

Manny stopped short at the sound of driving guitars which seemed to be emanating from the young blond man skulking in the corner. It wasn't the usual corner to find youths skulking, and honestly, he wasn't the usual sort of skulker, dressed as he was in well-kept... robes. Manny retreated to Bernard's desk.

"There's something odd about him," he muttered.

Bernard barely glanced up. "Who, my admirer?" he scoffed. "He's fine. One of those larkers."

"Larkers?" Manny knew he'd regret asking.

"You know." Bernard flapped his arms around undemonstrably. "Larking about in costumes pretending to be vampires or whatever. The fizzywhats like him, so..."

"Fizzywhats."

"With the feather and the skittering--"

"The ones that squeak. Right." Somehow, Manny didn't find Bernard's unnatural vermin taking to the young 'larker' with the personal soundtrack the least bit reassuring.

[hieronymousmosh]

*squeaks along with the fizzywhats* HEE. His own personal soundtrack, a "larker," oh, I love you so. \o/

p.s. Am also dying over the song they ended up with.

p.p.s. Being looked at askance gets my best side!

[ifreet]

Hee. Be careful you do not get swatted when Draco's not looking -- Manny hates the squeaky ones.

SONG CHOICE. Man, I was all, "... WHAT." But then again, I don't know what the appropriate song for Bernard/Draco is. So.

in honor of season 5 premiere

[akarui_rynka]

Gus/Lassiter

[ifreet]

U + Ur Hand - Pink

Something soft hit Gus's head and dropped to his shoulder, and he just knew if he looked, it'd be lacy. He glared at Carlton. "Seriously? This really seems more like Shawn's idea of 'fun.'"

Carlton reached over and removed the item-- which better not be underwear -- dropping it to the floor to whistles and catcalls. "I swear, usually, this place is... different."

"Uh-huh." Gus looked at him dubiously.

"Oh, come on. It's a jazz bar with live bands. Jazz bars haven't been rowdy since Prohibition was repealed." Gus took a moment out of his glaring to consider Carlton in an Eliot Ness get-up. Nice. Carlton cast a glare over his shoulder as another unidentifiable unmentionable flew between them. "Who has re-bachelorette parties anyway?"

"Happy, drunken divorcees."

"Yeah, that I don't get."

[ifreet]

The Atheist Christmas Carol ~ Vienna Teng

"I don't celebrate Christmas," he threw at her.

Anna shrugged. Some years she celebrated with her family, who went to church and exchanged gifts; most years she stayed in New Burbage and took in the theatre's orphans and strays for food, conversation, and usually too much to drink. This year 'orphans and strays' just meant Darren, who was all prickly sharp-edges on the outside. Everything about him shouted a calculated 'don't get too close,' from his clothes that were something between museum haute couture and performance art to his airy disdain for ordinary human interaction. Maybe he preferred it that way, but he was not going to be alone that night, when everything was closed, nothing was on tv, and 'everyone' was with their family, and that was final. "That's fine. You're still coming over. How do you feel about Chinese?"

Darren stomped off, looking simultaneously miffed and ever-so-slightly pleased.

[ifreet]

Yay, thanks! Embrace the crazycakes pairing!

[ifreet]

I am ON to you!