It's that time of year...MediaWest Zines!  I once again tribbed to Brate's wonderful gen SGA Jumper zine.  Below is her announcement with details:

Hello, everyone! I wanted to announce this year's edition of the Stargate:
Atlantis zine, "Jumper Four," will be premiering Memorial Day weekend at the
MediaWest Convention in Lansing, Michigan. We have ( Read more... )

It’s been a red-letter couple of months for slashers….

First Dumbledore was outed by his creator, then I was listening to NPR and the producers of Sesame Street pretty much admitted that, yes, Bert and Ernie are a couple, then there was the fantastic coming out episode Doppelganger on SGA, and finally, the nominations for the McShep Awards are out ( Read more... )

Title: Flight Plan
Category: Slash/angst.  Written for the Fight or Flight Challenge over at
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Title: Prison Break
Category: Gen/ angst/ h/c.  Written for the Criminal Challenge over at
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Title:  Between the Lines
Category: Slash... romance... whimsy.  Written for the wordless challenge over at
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 Title: Filling In The Blanks
Category: Gen/ angst/ h/c/humor.  Written for the Wordless Challenge over at
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We’d seen the films of the German blitzes of London that had started back in September; we’d seen the photos of the fires, the aftermath, the devastation. But to live it, to be convinced you were going to die in it, that was another story.

The air raid sirens started wailing on December 29, 1940 just after sunset. Rodney and I were making our way ( Read more... )

(a/n: The Manhattan Project was begun in 1938 out of fears that Hitler would pursue his own atomic weapon. However, in the early years research was spread across the country at various universities with a small central office in… Manhattan. It wasn’t centralized in Los Alamos, NM until 1943. But, as the author, I decided to take a little artistic ( Read more... )

Not surprisingly, Acastus Kolya’s primary residence was on the stretch of 14th Avenue in Capitol Hill known as Millionaire’s Row. What was surprising was that the driveway in front of the massive three-story house was exactly where the car Bob and Steve escorted us into ended up parking. The man had balls, I’d give him that. Hopefully his ( Read more... )

I woke at one point to find myself squinting against the bright and sterile white of a hospital room. Rodney was in the chair beside my bed, sporting a shiner courtesy of his run in with the fist of the guy who’d tried to kidnap me. Only one blackened eye to my two, but then again, I always was an overachiever.

“Least I’m not lopsided,” I mumbled ( Read more... )