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    Monday, December 28th, 2009
    jammer1027
         		9:38p
    jammer1027
         		7:49p
    lennongirl
         		9:33p
    Lots of issues. [public]
     Themed picspam to celebrate the end of this century's first decade. Enjoy/drool/discuss/don't hotlink.

    WARNINGS: Strong language, drug abuse.




    ( These are up to no good. Or are they? )

    Current Mood: accomplished
    Current Music: Modest Mouse - Float On
    seperis
         		10:59a
    my problems are more awesome than yours
     I feel like sulking prodigiously for reasons that have to with my realization that I have a really mundane fantasy life. I mean, catch this, some people are undead shaman-wizards and...

    Oh, should I stop there?

    Level with me; are we doing this wrong? I mean, I'm just saying my imagination feels inadequate and that is the penis size of the fandom world, if you will forgive the patriarchal aspects and stop to visualize that for a second, because seriously, it's hilarious.

    I'm not sure where I was going with this, but I am just saying I do not feel virile anymore. Or--okay, yes, I googled that, right word, possibly context is creepy and--well, wrong, but I have been dealt an emotionally challenging blow. Did you not see comparisons to penises?

    *curls up* Hate.

    Current Mood: aggravated
    seperis
         		9:04a
    it's too early for logic
     So it's morning and I'm usually like, much more subtle at making people read something for me, except when I kind of whined to [info]winterlive who gave me [info]jamesinboots because I was kind of like, about to have some kind of seizure and I wrote her Adam/Brad porn in GChat. That is now off-topic. My Method of Convincing My Friends to Read My Fic (this shit is hard. [info]svmadelyn last read my Chuck fic. Last year. It was a Christmas present. I am a really cheap date sometimes.). As you can see, it is highly effective.

    *context-I describe a really, really generic fandom trope (I am not going for original here. I am going with "Okay, this would be fucking hilarious" and then write it. It is an awesome method.)

    Seperis: Is that okay? I want you to read it.

    *insert really long pause here

    Amireal: It's fandom, we can all be what we want?
    Seperis: SO I FEEL LESS ALONE OKAY
    Seperis: ...it's much less creepy than it was!

    Later:

    Seperis: Eventually. Not now. IT IS MUCH LESS CREEPY...Seriously! How often do i say that so excitedly?
    Amireal: more than you think?

    Huh.

    Also, yes, she agreed, obviously, but okay, for the record, I do not normally lower my creep factor. Okay, if I am going to blood and toads and Clark brands Lex for the Religion of Superman and Merlin mindfucking Arthur during sex while plotting Uther's death, I hit drive, not neutral. Sometimes admittedly I do it really badly and then there's--confusion on what happened because sometimes I forget how to not use adjectives in non-standard ways, but anyway! I feel really--hurt--that anyone, anywhere, would assume I would, that I would edit out creepy things. So we all have that? Thanks.

    My Monday morning. Any questions? The taco people will be here soon!

    Current Mood: awake
    wren_kt7oz
         		5:30p
    Hi guys

    Here is the third of my Christmas challenge fics.

    I have to warn you it is not, per se, a bj fic. In fact, it's set during the time that Justin was with Ethan.

    It was written for the 2009 [info]qaf_giftxchnge. (And you should check out the rest - because there are some very nice fics there plus some icons and stuff.)

    Gift Request: I would love for something to be set between breaking up with Ethan and getting back together with Brian, but I'm not too picky, anything where we get to explore their friendship would make me happy.

    Summary: Set just a little earlier than requested. Justin and Ethan are still together, but the cracks are starting to show. Daphne has her say about Ethan.

    As always, it's for Adults Only so by clicking on the link you are signifying that you fall into that category.




    ( That's What Friends Are For )
    Saturday, December 26th, 2009
    jammer1027
         		7:17p
    seperis
         		1:43p
    child, recovering from a semi-broken heart
     Me: Look, you shouldn't try that hard with girls.
    Him: I was thinking when she break ups, I'll swoop in.
    Me: Rebound man?
    Him: I saw it on TV. That's how you fall in love.

    You know, the alarming thing isn't that he has a strategy or anything. It's mostly that she's "seeing", for value of that in the pre-puberty stage, a chemistry geek, for value of that in seventh grade. I don't know if the hard sciences cross over; he's more physics with a heartstopping love of genetics in ways that make me worry about my hairbrush and bone fragements.

    Can you go from chemistry to physics? Do you want to? That's the question I'm pondering. Should I push him toward one of the bio girls?

    ...his school actually has kids who self-identify by hard science. You try navigating that one day without feeling alarmingly uncomfortable with your self-identification as geek, untyped. Apparently that is not on without a specialization. Fandom geek? I don't even know.

    Current Mood: awake
    Current Music: you gotta be - des'ree
    seperis
         		12:17p
    i just need to get this out
     Child loves his toys. He breaks his toys. That's why when I get him things that make my credit card sad, the first thing I do is set them up and figure out how to use them myself before his little fingers go near them. Because it sucks when they break, but it's so much worse when I lose my temper and get angry at him for breaking something, and he's barely twelve. So I learned to stop doing that. Unfortunately, being philosophical about the hand eye coordination, attention span, and development curve of a child is like, hard or something for people who are related to him.

    ( vent )

    And in other news, Dr. Who! We have it slated for this afternoon viewing. Potentially with some sort of chip-related snack food and dip. Delicious.

    Current Mood: tired
    ragingpixie
         		8:43a
    Man. I don't even have a Yuletide story, nor did I write one, but just trying to get to the site is making me buggy. I can't imagine what it would be like if I actually had a story waiting for me. Sorry, dudes.

    Current Mood: aggravated
    Friday, December 25th, 2009
    jammer1027
         		8:59p
    seperis
         		11:59a
    it's like christmas exploded!
     I have:

    1.) hooked up the xbox for Child. He is playing Pure, since we need to do a serious rearrangement of the game room to facilitate online play.

    ( okay, this went off-top )

    My fantasy life always involves a shopping spree at Frye's, really. Fabulous vacations and superhot men wearing leather pants only work for me when they're helping me pick a router set-up and murmur hotly in my ear they are master electricians while holding miles of ethernet cable.

    2.) The fire truck pedal car is built and awesome. As it turns out, I accidentally picked out a really durable all-metal model with wooden ladders and that sucker will last. Niece 2 and Nephew fought over it and it was glorious. BIL did the assembly becaues he got new tools for Christmas and looked as us all pathetically until we let him have the truck to play with. He was so happy.

    3.) Bouncy horse is not assembled. Reluctantly, he and my sister and co went to Christmas with his brother's family, but his toolkit stayed here, in anticipation that we will be overcome by post-Christmas laziness, which is pretty likely.

    4.) I got my Mom a Flip Ultra Camcorder and as it turns out, she loves it--we all love it. It's not that I am scared of multifunctional things--see my G1--but seriously, would it kill progress if some things don't require a complete reading of the owner's manual and a training course to use? So far, for ease of use, I'd recommend it--the set up is super fast (set date, set time, set language, and we're off!), it has five buttons, the record button is huge and stuck in the middle, and flip out USB, so the only extra cords needed are if you want to hook it directly to the TV. It comes with batteries, but grab some rechargeables and an adapter and you're done. My dad, who is not either a huge fan of changing technology or one who likes to use it was playing with the Flip as soon as he found an excuse to pry it from Mom's hand. Since his birthday is in March, if he seems to really enjoy it, I can grab him one too.

    I'll check the video quality when they're done playing, but honestly, unless it's grainy or impossible to see, I love this. Fact--yes, awesome camcorders that record in 1080i/1080p with digital sound are great, but that shit I am not taking to the beach (water! sand! air! my warranty!) or to visit friends, and if I have to renew my acquaintance with the owner's manual or google for tips on how to make it work every time I pick it up? I am never going to use it. I had a samsung camcorder and learned to hate it in like, a month.

    So far, I approve.

    The living room is awash with toys and games and books, and everyone's settling to gloat over their stash and share it with others. We're making prime rib sandwiches for lunch if we feel like moving, and no one is taking off their pajamas to save their life. It's a very, very good day.

    To everyone who celebrates it, Merry Christmas, and to those who don't, Happy Holidays or have a wonderful day.

    Current Mood: awake
    Thursday, December 24th, 2009
    seperis
         		10:24p
    divinys could be work appropriate if you consider the alternatives
     The thing that bothers me about assimilation of lyrics without conscious effort is it is inevitable when I start to accidentally sing it, it will be something about oral sex, killing someone just to watch them bleed out, various shades of drug use, suicide, or worst of all, Spanish, which isn't bad in itself when alone (I know enough to pick up the concept of the song, but it can be questionable since I don't know enough to be sure), but a source of endless hilarity to my coworkers when I'm murmuring earnestly about like, love among the banditos or something and apparently my accent is Texas by way of white girl by way of "are you singing about goats? What was that word? Was that even a word?" according to native and fluent speakers. The answer is no, it was not about goats. At least, I hope not. Selena would never betray me like that.

    I've talked about how I don't actually consciously, actively know many songs at all; everything I know is by osmosis repeat one on iTunes, and I breathe the words along with it when I'm testing, and if I'm feeling really--we'll call it frustrated?--with the test, the computer, the cubicle, the building, the existence of the universe, it may be slightly louder than breathing. I don't remember otherwise; I couldn't a capella most of it on purpose to save my life. Which I think argues there's a separate storage area in the brain devoted to lyrics memorization, random facts, and in my case, a strange and uncomfortable competence in wirestripping without breaking the copper fibers, and for no reason at all, the ability to recognize any Pride and Prejudice adaptation after three minutes of watching, no matter what part is showing at the time.

    Not that I don't value that ability. I'm just saying, what the fuck?

    Anyway, singing. I soundtrack my life even if its only in my head; it's just that sometimes, it doesn't stay there. I've come to terms with 1.) I'm bad at singing, 2.) I don't care, and 3.) for the most part, being humiliated when I realize that I'm singing I Touch Myself at the copier just takes up valuable time I could use to type updates into Twitter. Because seriously, when your supervisor comes by your office to query about your loving rendition of bodies like sheep to the rhythm of blahblah go back to sleep (seriously, I don't know the lyrics. Until I start singing them. It's weird.) to your not-starting computer while standing over it holding a letter opener, it's just easier to get everyone so used to it they don't notice anymore.

    (That's been in rotation almost three years now and never really gets old.)

    Context: my music mix at work usually has a hard beat so I can work in rhythm to it, and because it keeps me awake, and because most of the stuff with a hard beat is fairly violent and I'm in a cubicle, so it seems natural they go together. Most recently, though, I brought my primary home playlists into rotation, because I was on a The Fray kick, and then brought in Adam and Kings of Leon to balance out the mix so it's not primarily A Perfect Circle, Korn, and strangely enough, Britney Spears.

    So yesterday I was humming along carrying a box of Harry and David's chocolate cherries to offer people who were unfortunate enough to be stuck at work and probably needed the encouragement to dissuade active suicidal tendencies, and skipping between empty cubicles, I picked up a pen someone dropped and thought about Adam's cane in For Your Entertainment. In my defense, as in there's not one, I was already pissed at him about some scripts I'd written that he'd rejected, so as I hit R's cubicle, I was at full volume telling him I was giving it to him until he was screaming my name instead of being passive-aggressive and thinking it viciously.

    (To be fair, Adam's not osmosis lyric learning; it has a hard beat and telling my computer I'm not soft or sweet speeds up load time immensely, so I made the effort to memorize. It's not that I didn't know what I was singing; I just didn't realize I'd increased my volume quite that much when I wasn't sure the aisle was empty.)

    I may or may not have pointed the pen at him at the time, but that's best left to history. So as one does, I offered him a chocolate cherry and shimmed back to my cubicle at four-four time and took off my headphones so whoever walked by could sing along, since shame just took a backdoor to the fact I had four more hours at work and there was a better than average chance my feelings about my new relationship with Twitter were starting to unsettle me.

    (Protip, R; do not piss off someone working the day before Christmas Eve who rocks six one in her favorite shoes and is taller than you by three inches without them. It's not an accident that I love heels; I know exactly why people react differently when they have to look up at me.)

    This is still better than "when I think of you, I touch myself" while staring moodily at a copier, I have to say. It could have been so much worse. It could have been Ben Moody's Everything Burns. Apparently I shouldn't talk about fire at work or something; I'm told it makes people twitchy.

    Note: My sister made me listen to the song "Becky" several times by sheer malice. Example of highly involuntary osmosis learning and possibly my sister's idea of hilarious torture. Make. It. Go. Away. Now. Even my slowly degrading standards of public conduct have to draw a line at asking for someone's mouth, and God, I hate that song. And my sister. So. Much.

    Context: Lyrics.

    This will end well, I think.

    Eventually, I should probably wrap the last presents. Maybe.

    Current Mood: awake
    jammer1027
         		5:40p
    severina2001
         		12:31p
    We interrupt your regularly scheduled Holiday Fic...
    Alas, Holiday Fic #6 has been delayed. I've spent the last two mornings running around getting last minute Christmas stuff done, and while I've managed to get my 'required' 500 words written each night before work, I haven't had enough time to actually complete anything else. Even the drabble I attempted turned into a monstrosity! Ah well, that's why they're called "Holiday Fic" and not "Christmas Fic", right? I have until New Years Eve to complete them. :) Wiggle room, people!

    Thank you so much to [info]shadownyc, [info]friday82, and [info]luci_2 for the lovely Christmas cards I received yesterday. They are the first ones I've got in the mail this year and I was very excited! Thank you so much for the good wishes -- and Luci, I certainly hope ALL of the things you wished for me come true. :)

    Thank you also to [info]qafhappy for the adorable little snowglobe that's decorating my User Profile. You rock for thinking of me. :)

    Ugh, I've still got some cleaning to do before I can finally jump in the bath and then get to bed... and get up again in less than 6 hours. Have to work Christmas Eve tonight. Grrr.

    Happy Day Before Christmas, all. :)
    .

    Current Mood: busy
    Friday, December 25th, 2009
    wren_kt7oz
         		12:38a
    Moonshadow Tribe Christmas Challenge 2009
     Hi everyone

    This year's MST Challenge was to write a fic themed around a Gift of some kind. (The challenge fics are here - please check it out, there are some nice ones - Moonshadow Tribe 2009 Christmas Challenge).

    I'd been mulling over a story based on the old song There's a Pawn Shop on the Corner in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, and the two things just came together in my head.

    Here is the result. It's set in an AU where Justin and Brian meet in college. As always, it's Adults Only and by clicking on the link you are signifying that you fit that category.

    Hope you enjoy.

    Happy Christmas!






    ( There's a Pawn Shop on the Corner in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania )

    Current Mood: touched
    Current Music: Silent Night
    Thursday, December 24th, 2009
    seperis
         		1:21a
    airpsfic: suppose it's too much to call coincidence , 4/4
     ...so I didn't want to break my streak of posting porn on religious holidays or anything.

    Fic: Suppose It's Too Much to Call Coincidence, 4/4
    by Seperis
    AIRPS, Adam/Kris, Kris/Other, various, NC-17
    Summary: In which Kris finds a puppy and the laws of probability change dramatically.

    Notes 1: AU and crack, with porn filling!

    Notes 2: My eternal love to [info]jamesinboots who is like, I don't know, the paxil or valium of fanfic panic or something.

    Part 1/4
    Part 2/4
    Part 3/4

    ( airpsfic: suppose it's too much to call coincidence, 4/4 )

    Current Mood: awake
    Current Music: you found me - the fray
    Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009
    seperis
         		9:31p
    in celebration of electricity
     You may not know this about me, but there is something about electronics that fascinates me and will likely lead to a coroner's report and a closed-casket funeral with a very weird burned smell rocking the funeral home. This is why I occasionally still get worried check-ins asking me if I've taken apart anything with an x-ray installed in it, or if I still have a knife in my VCR to act as a power conduit. (No, and no. Plasma screen and blu-ray. Though I look forward to exploring these vistas when they break. Which they will. They will.)

    Child comes by his own tendencies to break things into their component parts from me; the thing is, I'm not like, inspired to take apart something that won't kill me, like a radio without batteries. I'm not hanging out with walkie-talkies, or sitting around with my Very Special Screwdriver set disassembling my old computers to poke industriously. I'm not even confining myself to nice, safe furniture that will just give me splinters and a jaundiced view of the value of trees. Like everything else in my life, I have to have a reason, a goal if you will. And the goal may be insane, but it's mine, and for reasons that like the love of God passeth understanding, I only get goal-oriented around things that have a voltage high enough to achieve barbecued fingers at minimum and a real potential for x-raying myself to death during the unfortunate incident with a TV a few years ago.

    The thing is, this is genetic. To elucidate, many moons ago, our central air went out and being, um, us, the logical course of action was to avoid the expense and rationality of a person trained in air conditioner repairs and whatnot, but carry a bag of twist ties, duct tape, electric tape, a hammer, and a screwdriver and achieve Arctic temperatures by sheer bizarre serendipity. This was my mother, by the way, and we all went to stare and poke--I mentioned my love of high voltage, right? That's genetic too--at the strange conglomeration of twist-ties, tape, and some kind of arrangement of metal that turned a non-functional air conditioner into an air conditioner that feared for its life.

    Basically, my genetic line should not have survived the Age of Electricity, because we were totes sticking our fingers into sockets from the beginning.

    I don't necessarily think I have outgrown this--ask [info]svmadelyn about my cackling when she let me install a new video card in her computer--more that I've become one with my inner wants-to-live-with-fingers-intact. Mostly, I content myself with cityplanning for Christmas villages, rewiring surround sound with optical cables, and rearranging HDMI in various configurations while trying to work out how to network the Wii and the Playstation 3 to stay stationary and yet play on any TV in the house. I have duct tape, screwdrivers, and access to Frye's. It'll happen.

    Then two things happened; one, I bought a new internal hard drive, and my adapter for my laptop went out. Ten minutes ago, I had a set of jeweler's screwdrivers spread out on my bed while I hunted for electric tape to reattach a SATA power converter that was causing the adapter to heat up in a way that caused it to hum at me and things sparked. It only occurred to me this could end in tragedy when I realized all my fic is on this laptop.

    Last weekend, my adapter tore near the head; as I was writing, as one does, I hunted through the house and stripped the metal layer off some insulation tape I found in the garage, stripped the plastic back, and created a do-it-yourself-electric-death before wrapping the entire thing in electrical tape. While charging my laptop--and watching the rubber coating start to bubble--and waiting to hit one hundred percent chargd because it wasn't actually dripping yet (I was wrong, so wrong), I thought, I need to take stock of my life. So I did.

    I own two large plastic containers of electrical cord and adapters with no discenible purpose; five composite cables, seven S cables, two VGA cables, three types of USB, Firewire that I never use but I may need to despite the fact the size is wrong for every Firewire port in the house, and my personal pride and joy, an adapter with four separate heads that can be used as an emergency power source for four routers (only one of which actually works), a cable modem (that works), and experimented on with everything that needed an adapter. Which is a surprising number of things if you sit down and stare around you for items that may one day need something like that, and try to figure out if it doesn't fit, can you get some foil and make it fit.

    I have two large external drive, one in the freezer because the internal power went out, and eventually, I'm going to remember to pick up a new case and take it apart. I have no idea anymore what is on it but that's secondary to the fact that it's like a belated Christmas present one day in the future. There are about a million screws the size of two ants stacked together buried in the carpet from taking apart and putting together no less than three laptops, two desktops, a router, an internal DVD/CDRW drive, and one untyped entity that might or might not have been a stereo before I decided it just needed my Magic Adapter and my screwdriver set (it didn't. I still have it. I still don't know what it began life as. Pretty sure a radio was involved.)

    Searching through box three--wait, you really thought there were only two?--I found a.) three laptop adapters that all only suffer from something minor like being torn in half and only need electrical tape and a death wish to get working; b.) IDE cables from Darcy, my first computer, circa 1998; c.) a DVD/CDRW from Schindler, my second computer circa 1999; d.) two floppy drives with no real idea where they came from; e.) several chassises that fit cases that are no longer created; eleven years of installation CDs for everything from Darcy to John II and Mom's Studio; e.) lipstick (terrible color); f.) an army of wireless cards; g.) another lipstick (excellent color); h.) a five-disk DVD changer that works if I take off the cover and shove a screwdriver between two of the ports and twist, and i.) another router.

    (The rise of the routers is directly attributable to discovering newegg and a sale at Frye's. They don't work? But maybe if I just take them apart, they will.)

    And my new hard drive still isn't installed because the adapter's humming got annoying, it burned my fingers when I tried to pick it up (whatever), and also, the lights started flickering, which may or may not be because of me, but why take chances?

    I also have the rubbery covering of my former laptop adapter melted into my comforter.

    Seriously. I love my life. I love my screwdrivers with their tiny, computer-and-small-electronic-device compliant heads, and I love that radio shack has a battery powered set with multiple tiny screw heads to change around to my delight. I love that at Frye's, I can buy cable by the foot when it goes on sale, because I will need it, though I don't know exactly how, and somehow, I have twenty feet of cable coiled up beneath my bed for emergencies like if the cable goes out, with a tiny bag of coaxial heads because scyfy night is not to be missed. My mother rewired the telephone the other day, poking through the wall and tugging out the wires one by one to patiently figure out where they go and put it back together new again. The house has old wiring; I'm not saying I'm buying copper wire and reading up on DIY Rewire Your Entire House For Electricity and Add a Networking Option for the Wii and P3 With Speakers In Every Room. I'm saying I'm pricing it. And hey, it's on sale! Sure, it could end in tragedy, but then again, I have duct tape, , twist-ties, a Magical Adapter, and my screwdrivers. It could also work.

    I have a question, though--is there a cleaner that can be used to get melted rubber off of blankets? I could really use the advice.

    Current Mood: cheerful
    Current Music: you found me - the fray
    ragingpixie
         		7:58a
    Hey, happy almost Christmas, if that's your thing! It's not mine, although I do need to finish my husband's stocking stuffers, I just realized. Eep.

    Anyway! Torquere Press is doing an advent calendar type of thing for every day in December, so today some of my books are on sale. Here, look:


    To celebrate we've put Chasing Victory, Keeping Karma and The Sound of Cicadas on sale for 20% off.

    Yay! Go forth and purchase.
    severina2001
         		9:35a
    Holiday Fic #5
     Today's story is dedicated to the Fabulous Fivesome: [info]jackieb78, [info]wordsalone, [info]shadownyc, [info]fansee, and [info]mai_ling134! So many of my happy QaF memories are tied to the five of you. Jackie and Cris letting me tag along to BTF not once, but twice. Spotting Randy in the parking lot in Stockbridge while walking with Carolyn to "Cuckoo's Nest" and not being able to stop smiling. My quivery-lipped almost-tears after "Waiting for Godot" and being told most sincerely by Jackie that my reaction was real and valid. Getting to know Nancy when we were luckily seated together during "Antony & Cleopatra". Enjoying Maureen's love of life firsthand.

    Happy Holidays, [info]jackieb78, [info]wordsalone, [info]shadownyc, [info]fansee, and [info]mai_ling134! Thank you all for being "my people".

    Title: Storm of the Century
    Fandom: Queer as Folk
    Timeframe: Post Season Five
    Prompt: [info]25moments #11 - Weather
    Word Count: 556

    ( Storm of the Century )
    .

    Current Mood: busy
    Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009
    seperis
         		10:58p
    airpsfic: suppose it's too much to call coincidence, 3/4
     Fic: Suppose It's Too Much to Call Coincidence, 3/4
    by Seperis
    AIRPS, Adam/Kris, Kris/Other, various, NC-17
    Summary: In which Kris finds a puppy and the laws of probability change dramatically.

    Notes 1: AU and crack, crack half and half, if you will. Or well, I'll be honest. This may have hit the full-fat version.

    Notes 2: I love [info]jamesinboots for being all "WHEE YES" and talking down my completely irrational panic and petting me until I agreed to breathe again. As she is like that.

    Part 1/4
    Part 2/4
    Part 4/4

    ( airpsfic: suppose it's too much to call coincidence, 3/4 )

    Current Mood: awake
    Current Music: it's the end of the world as we know it - REM
    seperis
         		5:48p
    airpsfic: suppose it's too much to call coincidence, 2/4
     I had not much to do at work, so I made progress to the end, or I wouldn't post like I meant to actually finish it, but be a totes tease and stare at it in horror every time someone mentions it. I admit I do that. I'm not proud of it or anything, but there you go.

    For the record, Spot is in the form of a Maltese.

    Fic: Suppose It's Too Much to Call Coincidence, 2/4
    by Seperis
    AIRPS, Adam/Kris, Kris/Other, various, NC-17
    Summary: In which Kris finds a puppy and the laws of probability change dramatically.

    Notes: AU and crack, maybe more crack low-fat rather than lite.

    Part 1/4
    Part 3/4
    Part 4/4

    ( airpsfic: suppose it's too much to call coincidence, 2/4 )

    Current Mood: awake
    Current Music: you found me - the fray
    seperis
         		10:37a
    airpsfic: suppose it's too much to call coincidence , 1/4
     Fic: Suppose It's Too Much to Call Coincidence, 1/4
    by Seperis
    AIRPS, Adam/Kris, Kris/Other, various, NC-17
    Summary: In which Kris finds a puppy and the laws of probability change dramatically.

    Notes 1: for [info]astolat in Yuletide coding and mailing list hell. And because she kind got me into this mess and tweeted my comment not-porn and for the life of me, I could not figure out how people were finding it.

    Notes 2: AU. I'd add crack, but um, you know, the crack standards here are kind of insanely high and last night I re-read a fic about a unicorn. I really can't compete with that. This is more crack lite.

    Part 2/4
    Part 3/4
    Part 4/4

    ( airpsfic: suppose it's too much to call coincidence, 1/4 )

    Current Mood: awake
    seperis
         		9:24a
    Signal Boost: Yuletide Pinch Hits
     Signal boost--please pass on:

    If You Want to Claim a Yuletide Pinch Hit, read this

    Text:
    Apparently Yahoogroups has changed some policy, and the wave of pinch hits sent out has DISABLED MY YAHOO ACCOUNT. I can't post to it to tell the pinch hitters why I'm not responding to claims. Of the 20+ groups I belong to or own, only 3 are displaying, presumably because the rest are on the email address that has been disabled. I... am not a happy camper.

    At this point, I need to sleep, and there's very little I can do about this. If you want to claim a pinch hit, you'll need to *forward* or otherwise get the info to my personal email (elynross@gmail.com), and I'll work with that, and try and respond when I get up in a few hours.

    Please boost the signal on this, to try and reach other people on the pinch hit list. I'm not sure how the second half of the pinch hits are going to go out, but we'll figure something out.


    Current Mood: awake
    severina2001
         		8:43a
    Holiday Fic #4
     Day Four, and today's little story is dedicated to [info]suespur, who is probably the one person responsible for my current "all Oz, all the time" state of mind! [info]suespur barraged me with PM's -- "Do you know about this comm? Have you heard about Oz Magi? Here's a list of people, FRIEND THEM NOW!" -- and for that I am eternally grateful! Not only did she help me get "acclimated to my surroundings", she also arranged for me to get WANTED, without which I would not know the wonders of Eddie Drake. EDDIE DRAKE. Oh yes.

    Merry Christmas, [info]suespur!

    Title: The Devil You Know
    Fandom: Oz
    Timeframe: Season Four. Technically I guess it's AU. :)
    Prompt: [info]25moments #01 - Scars
    Word Count: 1354

    ( The Devil You Know )
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    Current Mood: cheerful
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