no_tags reveal! I wrote shines with a light that's rare, which is Pete/Mikey & grew from the prompt "champagne." Pete quotes Peter Pan, & so do I. No beta, no cookie. I own nothing, I was only showing Harry my grindylow.

(One day, I will actually get around to reading the stuff over there. & responding to comments. But not today.)

So yuletide. I only wrote one story--and barely managed that, since we're in full on confession mode here--but it was in a fandom I didn't even offer and only discovered after assignments were sent out. And a pairing that, judging by comments, no one had even thought of (oops?). And yet, and yet, how could I resist the lure of roller derby?

[Searching for ( Read more... )

I can only post in list form anymore. True story.

1. The crowd at the They Might Be Giants show has convinced me that I should not go to TMBG shows.
   
   
2. Fuck it. This is the Bordy "fic" I referenced in my last post. Wait and See, Slings & Arrows, Claire, scenes from the life. (Now maybe I can work on something else.) (Or I can never write anything ever ( Read more... )

Yay, yuletide reveal times! I had such a fun time writing this story--it was sort of a last-second change, actually, after I was reminded of the pitfalls of writing for a currently airing television series--and I'm so glad elapses randomly threw this character out there in her requests.

[The Moment Before The Snap]
Friday Night Lights. Buddy Garrity. PG- ( Read more... )

So, you know, about a week ago I did that meme where I make a list of characters and you ask me questions and blah, blah, blah, I finally answered them. This took me way too long, but that is just the way I roll.

( My list, for those who wonder about such things. )

[When you are young the world is a ferris wheel]
Mary Poppins, 1953 words, written for miriad in the Great Yuletide Fiction Exchange of Aught Seven. tangleofthorns did a last-minute read-through, cherry coke zero provided the fuel, Bright Eyes slipped me the title, nothing here belongs to me. Feedback is love (& love is all you need).

This is my reveal. I wrote this.

So (so, so) baseball is over (except for the off-season stuff, the hot stove and the kids heading down to Beckett's ranch, shoulder programs and speculation galore), and I still don't get the football thing (as in: I know nothing about it, and while watching the Apocalyptic Bowl on Sunday, spent much of my time going, "wait, what?" and also, "I ( Read more... )

[And therefore built forever]
MCR/P!@tD. Gerard, Spencer/Bob, some nebulous time in the future. R. 1,270 words, give or take a hyphenate. Not real, never happened, don't google yourself. I was only showing Harry my grindylow.
"The city is built
To music, therefore never built at all,
And therefore built forever."

-Tennyson, The Idylls of the King

( the city is built to music )

When in the course of human, &tc., and all things being equal, dance, dance, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta, some fic must be granted amnesty. Or something. Two things I started, lost, didn't so much finish as just declare "done! finito! other things!", posted here because, well, see above re: amnesty and also stopping things from haunting ( Read more... )

1. In which I wear my pimp hat: Respect the Tek, in which tangleofthorns and I try to save our friendslists from our insane superhero theories, wacky dramatizations, and complete inability to shut up already about the Boston Red Sox (and baseball in general, of course, but mostly our boys ( Read more... )