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I have no idea if anyone ever comes here anymore, but for what it's worth: I'm obviously never here. Likely won't be again, unless I decide to do a brain-upheaval and start treating this like an actual journal.
All of my new stuff, and the old stories I felt were worth it, is posted at AO3. I won't be deleting any of the older (embarrassing) stuff ( Read more... ) -
Fic: Songs of Vengeance -- The Avengers
Around a thousand years ago in fandom-time (in real time, it was around the end of 2008), a meme ripped through the Psych_Slash community that couldn't be stopped. "Put your music on shuffle," they said, "and write little fics for the first ten songs you hear."
Well, how are you supposed to not instantly have that on the brain every time you hear a ( Read more... ) -
Fic: Indeterminacy - The Avengers
Wow. Livejournal. It's been a... long time, it turns out. I kind of fell off the face of the internet, doing non-fandom writing and having a job and all that good stuff, but then I watched the Avengers movie and then I watched Thor and then I fell down the rabbit hole of fandom again and, well, here I am.
This story is fucking weird. It's born of ( Read more... ) -
sylvia & valentine
"Sylvia is writing a poem, I think - judging by the sharply indrawn breath, and her endless cigarettes. She is curled up on the chair next to her writing table, elbows on the table, and one leg curled under her small buttocks. Her hair looks very black against her pretty pink coat. How narrow her hands are - How deeply I love her. My eyes ( Read more... ) -
Poison - original story
I'm really, really, really tired, so this is going to be brief. Normally, I'd try to preface this a little more, beg for attention. I do like attention, that's true. (ZOMG COMMENTS.) As it stands, though, I wrote this in approximately four hours and I'm not sure if it's any good. Maybe it is.
If you've read the apocryphal Bible story of Judith, ( Read more... ) -
tweetstalking
Writing slash in 140 characters or less:
Ianto wrapped a shaky hand over Jack's neck and hitched himself closer. Not bad for a first time, Jack thought, and then Ianto moved again.
For all his beauty, all it took for Ianto to make Jack's invulnerable heart stop beating was to stand at his sink, in boxers, flossing.
A cool laugh fluttered across ( Read more... ) -
excerpted from Intercourse, by Robert Olen Butler
William Shakespeare
29, poet and playwright
Henry Wriotheseley, Third Earl of Southampton
20, courtier and literary patron
in Shakespeare's rooms in St. Helen's Bishopsgate, London, 1593
William
proud Nature humbled by the work of its own hand: his azure eye, his auburn trees, the chest it hangs on white as the sun can seem when veiled in silken cloud, ( Read more... ) -
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Romantics: Johannes Brahms and Clara Schumann
- Lisel Mueller
The modern biographers worry
“how far it went,” their tender friendship.
They wonder just what it means
when he writes he thinks of her constantly,
his guardian angel, beloved friend.
The modern biographers ask
the rude, irrelevant question
of our age, as if the event
of two ( Read more... ) -
the world's first guitar-playing redwood tree
Feeling pretty fuzzy and at peace with the world this morning. Last night (and this morning) BB whileintucson and I played violent videogames, drank girly alcohol, and talked about ladies we find attractive until my brain was going to leak out my ear. Pretty awesome, even if my stupid internal clock did wake me up at nine today. But I don't care, because now I ( Read more... )