Random Signe is Random
+ Happy birthday SAM!! ILU lots. If I were drunk or not British, I'd ramble on for ages about how wonderful you are (because you are), but as I'm both sober and British, I'll just say you're not a bad friend to have. Quite nice really. Also I was going to write you some weecest, but then I remembered I gave you your present early so I didn't! *smooches*
+ I always get scared in movies when someone's trying to stay hidden from the bad guys, and they're in a house at night, and they HAVE THE LIGHTS ON AND THE CURTAINS OPEN. And they keep standing in front of the window. Why? IT IS SO DUMB!!! DRAW THE CURTAINS!!!!
+ I've burned a saucepan, and I can't get the black off the bottom. Any tips? It's burned apple, if that makes any difference, and a stainless steel saucepan.
+ Help me fill in those little RN boxes by everyone's LJ name. Even if you think I know your name. I have a bad memory for names.
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+ I didn't think it'd be worth doing a fic round up for August, seeing as I spent most of the month writing one story that isn't finished yet. But seems I did post a few stories after all.
as far east (north, south or west) [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, NC-17, first time, 3,612 words]
"Fuck me," Brad says.
"Yeah, wouldn't surprise me if he wanted to," Poke says. Brad looks at him, icy calm. "What? I've got eyes, dog. I'm just saying, the way he used to look at you, well... he didn't look at none of the rest of us quite like that."
You and Me and a Bumblebee (of our own) [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, PG, fluff, 358 words.]
"So when exactly did you lose your fu-" Brad pauses midword, collects himself, and continues, "your balls?"
last into the light [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, NC-17, first time, 2,104 words]
Nate wants this to survive daylight.
the glitter and fall [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, PG-13, first time, 1,375 words]
"You carry the weight of the whole fucking platoon on your shoulders, sir. Let me. Just- let me."
batteries not required [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, PG-13, 300 words]
A lack of foresight...
Hamsters on Wheels (or Tales From a Humvee) [Generation Kill, Team 1, Brad/Nate, R, 2,628 words]
"You want to go to war with panache, is that it, my little warrior?" Brad asks.
+ I tried writing Doc Bryan fic the other day. shoshannagold even gave me a scenario for Bryan/Kocher, plus I started thinking about Bryan/Fick (which... I don't know, I just really want that for some reason). I can't seem to get his voice, though. Which is bugging me. I'm really jonesing for some Doc Bryan slash.
+ I went into work an hour early and got off an hour early. In my head, I feel like I've had a good deal. I'm easily pleased.
+ One week to new SPN... This is when I start getting nervous. ETA: OMG, please don't spoil me!!!
+ I always get scared in movies when someone's trying to stay hidden from the bad guys, and they're in a house at night, and they HAVE THE LIGHTS ON AND THE CURTAINS OPEN. And they keep standing in front of the window. Why? IT IS SO DUMB!!! DRAW THE CURTAINS!!!!
+ I've burned a saucepan, and I can't get the black off the bottom. Any tips? It's burned apple, if that makes any difference, and a stainless steel saucepan.
+ Help me fill in those little RN boxes by everyone's LJ name. Even if you think I know your name. I have a bad memory for names.
Poll
+ I didn't think it'd be worth doing a fic round up for August, seeing as I spent most of the month writing one story that isn't finished yet. But seems I did post a few stories after all.
as far east (north, south or west) [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, NC-17, first time, 3,612 words]
"Fuck me," Brad says.
"Yeah, wouldn't surprise me if he wanted to," Poke says. Brad looks at him, icy calm. "What? I've got eyes, dog. I'm just saying, the way he used to look at you, well... he didn't look at none of the rest of us quite like that."
You and Me and a Bumblebee (of our own) [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, PG, fluff, 358 words.]
"So when exactly did you lose your fu-" Brad pauses midword, collects himself, and continues, "your balls?"
last into the light [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, NC-17, first time, 2,104 words]
Nate wants this to survive daylight.
the glitter and fall [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, PG-13, first time, 1,375 words]
"You carry the weight of the whole fucking platoon on your shoulders, sir. Let me. Just- let me."
batteries not required [Generation Kill, Brad/Nate, PG-13, 300 words]
A lack of foresight...
Hamsters on Wheels (or Tales From a Humvee) [Generation Kill, Team 1, Brad/Nate, R, 2,628 words]
"You want to go to war with panache, is that it, my little warrior?" Brad asks.
+ I tried writing Doc Bryan fic the other day. shoshannagold even gave me a scenario for Bryan/Kocher, plus I started thinking about Bryan/Fick (which... I don't know, I just really want that for some reason). I can't seem to get his voice, though. Which is bugging me. I'm really jonesing for some Doc Bryan slash.
+ I went into work an hour early and got off an hour early. In my head, I feel like I've had a good deal. I'm easily pleased.
+ One week to new SPN... This is when I start getting nervous. ETA: OMG, please don't spoil me!!!