bitterfig

First line of last 25 fics you wrote and try to find a pattern.

So I'm not really seeing much of a pattern except that some tell nothing and some tell almost everything. Also, I almost always just use pronouns.

Title: Parties are Boring Without You
Rating: G
Fandom: Invader Zim
Characters/Parings: Red/Purple
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Sadly I own neither the Tallest or Invader Zim, all rights fall to Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon...well at least I think it's Nickelodeon.
Author's Note: Written for the slashthedrabble prompt #177-old prompts revisited, prompt #54-Party.

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Yay, mum got her promotion!

She is now the director of the park system's new environmental learning center! Yay!

Gee, mum, does this mean you'll be financially independent enough to tell dad to go to hell?!?!?! Maybe?!?!?!?!

Fucker spent twenty years sober (and an asshole), now comes home every day from work and the first thing he does is reach for a beer (while being an asshole).

Umm...but hooray mum!




Today I am sugar hangover. I am hypoglycemic. In layman's terms, this means that sugars are my axis of evil. Yesterday due to an overabundance of birthdays at work, I had cupcakes, pieces of chocolate-covered fruit from an Edible Arrangement, a giant piece of casada cake (best. thing. ever.), and a mountain dew. At work. Then I went out with Zubrich and we hit the new Arabica in Mentor (restoring my faith in coffee shops) and I forgot how much I love Arabica's mochas (they reveal Starbucks for the CRAP coffee it is) and had two.

I was sitting on a couch, holding a giant coffee cup, and my hand was shaking. Hmm, maybe not the best idea.

I kept myself jazzed up until I crashed at midnight and fell asleep, and then I woke up at 5 am and couldn't fall back to sleep, and now I'm in bed five hours later, feeling like crap and not wanting to get up but feeling sick because I haven't eaten anything yet...

Yeahhh. Rock and roll!

Child is out of the house. It is highly inappropriate at 3pm, but I have a glass of wine at my side and am writing very very depressing fic. For hp_darkfest, I should explain: depressingness is required. There is no need, however, to be quite so enthusiastic about it, possibly.

Anyway, once more I shall be looking for a beta. I'm sure I must do other things as well as begging for help with this, that, or the other. Don't I? Maybe? Ooh, I can post genfic in a second, now I think about it.

Yes. So. Beta required. For non-con and darkness and torture and general misery. It turns out not to be ALL that long - under 5000 words. Any takers? (I am unwilling to admit to pairing here in case it gives too much away. If you volunteer and then discover that it's something you would Never Read Ever then I quite understand.)

Please go and read this.

It won't spin you up, or make you angry -- as it's so easy for things to do in this politically charged time. No, it will ask you to think in the best of ways. It will ask you to really think about what you WANT your community to be -- what you WANT to see when you look around your home, your office, your street, your neighborhood, your town, state, nation, and world. Who do you want to be your heroes, and how many more heroes are standing right in sight while the nasty, smelly apes clog up the news with their hooting and poo-throwing.

It's about heroes. You should go and read it.

And listen to a couple of Ceili's Muse songs whilst you're doing so, if you'd like.
Heroes

Mothers, Daughters, Wives.

(As usual, these are on my utility site, so if you're downloading them, please right-click and save, so my bandwidth doesn't go all splodey. They'll be up for a week or so.)

And in the meantime, go read it!

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Of All The Voices In Her Head
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Toshiko/Mary
Summary: Of all the voices in her head Mary’s was the only one that spoke of Toshiko.
Beta-reader: Fedink
Word Count: 166
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Author’s Note: Written for the femslash100 Challenge # 159: Voice.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

(Of All The Voices In Her Head)

Total Drama Island is a show that aired in Canada before ever coming to the US, where it is now, thanks to Cartoon Network. It's a cartoon about a reality t.v. show and it's pretty much awesome.

( 16 so far )

All are very short and femslashy, since they were written for femslash100.

Pillow School
Monstrous Regiment: Tilda/Magda, PG, 200 words




Sun, Moon, Star, Tower
Monstrous Regiment: Polly/Mal lightly implied, Betty/Johnny; PG, 200 words




Fresh Sheets
Anne of Green Gables: Diana/Anne (Diana/Fred); PG, 200 words

Title: Pimm's
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Pairing: Remus/Severus
A/N: Written for red_day_dawning.

( Pimm's )

SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK

( We don't have game ... )

Title: Requiem for a Bathrobe
Author: nehalenia
Characters: Severus Snape, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and lurid mention of Kingsley Shacklebolt
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Dub-con (leading to consensual sex); dirty talk; utterly improbable but nonetheless established Lupin/Snape/Black relationship; AU (obviously); Some fighting/wrestling. Also snark, banter, attempts at humor. Despite the est. rel. and my best intentions, there is NO Snupin or 3some sex in this fic. Just Snape/Black and a bit of Remus/Sirius. (Sorry!)
Themes/kinks chosen: Relics, Pheromones
Word Count: 7500
Summary: To Sirius, the threadbare garment smelled of breakfasts with Remus, late nights alone, post-fuck lie-abouts and something warm and soft in a cold, hard place. It smelled like his life. The good parts of it, at least.
Author's notes: Thanks, worship, gladsome tidings and a surfeit of eels to ships_harry and blpaintchart for beta and brit-picking. And I totally stole the Moody/Black mention from this by ships_harry, so another tip of the hat to her. Things you should probably know before you start reading:Snape, Black and Lupin are all happily living in sin together (not at 12 Grimmauld Place) and and have been for awhile. No, I cannot explain this, and I'm not even going to try.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR and whoever owns her and are, regrettably, not mine. This is solely for entertainment purposes and no profit is being earned or sought.


( Requiem for a Bathrobe )

So the cat whom i refused to say was mine, but was ours, didn't survive his surgery. They found many tumors in his abdomen, and although he had no signs of immediate organ failure, his condition was terminal. Many tumors. He had been in an irreversible decline and the M8 had discussed with the vet what to do; if we could prolong his life by months but not save him, he would be euthanised on the table. I feel like a horribly negligent caretaker, and am smoking and drinking and trying to rationalize: if they'd brought him out of it, unable to remove the cancers, we would have nursed him out of the pain of surgery into the pain of a few months of forced feeding and indignancy, pain and hunger and the inability to be comfortable or get his humans to do anything right, to make it better, or to leave him alone. As a human i'd be pissed; i'd have driven off my caretakers and fought my last desperate and fucked up battle with mortality, yadda yadda.. but we took that choice away from him, so i feel guilty. I feel guilty we didn't go "Oh, sick cat, cancer!" right away, smell it or feel it in his tummy and know what to do- magic pill! Something smart and scientifical.. All he ever wanted was laptime and whatever was in your bowl. He was a great cat. The Bustiferous Ether is smaller without his stripes.


Came home from Downtown tonight, BART fire delay getting out of berzerkeley. called the M8 and he was at game, terse phone call ending in mostly a "whatever, bye" resulted in a call back "okay, dinner, where?" Ate some sushi on absurd basic-spanish placemats at Ichiban and came home, greeting StJohn with the usual "hello StJohn, cat one of two," and had to correct his title with idiot pettings, "no, cat one and only."

Title: Little Push
Artist: ships_harry
Media: PS and overuse of the smudge tool
Characters: Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: M, maybe.
Warnings: Cartoony style, ephemeral boobies and buttocks.
Themes/kinks chosen: Pheromones
Artist's notes: In which Tonks rationalises that, really, Remus just needs a little impetus to respond in the way she's sure he would, if he weren't just slightly more inclined toward the cock than is useful. A reminder, even. Just a tiny push in the right direction. Nothing too serious, really, and once it wears off she's sure he'll be so happy she helped him make up his mind.
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( Tame picture under the cut :) )

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I spam because I care! And also because I want to try out the blockquote on this layout. Sorry.

Something that doesn't usually bother me is bothering me a lot right now. And I don't know why. I am one of those massively irritating people who feels compelled to over-analyse all my emotions and it really shits me when I can't work out why I feel a certain way. SIGH.

I am also highly annoyed by the fact that Ghost Whisperer is back on tonight but it's screening against Law and Order: CI. Yes, I watch Ghost Whisperer. Shameful, I know, but it's such a likeably cheesy show. J Lo Hew! I adore her! And I only watch CI sporadically but Goren gets messed up and traumatised in this ep so no way am I missing that.

Anyway! Blockquote! This week's Free Will:

Thanks for the entertainment you've provided so far in 2008, Aquarius. Since last January, you have sent a nagging demon packing and corrected a kink in your integrity. You've paid off a load of karmic debt left over from the old days and have even begun to dissolve an outdated psychosexual imprint. Before I announce your reward for all this good work, though, I'd like you to make more progress on tempering your obsessive side. See what you can do to convert it from a part-time liability into a full-time asset.

You know the weirdest thing about that? The 'outdated psychosexual imprint' thing? Trufax. Totally. How bizarre.

Character Song Meme.

Feel free to request other characters OR just go in and grab random musics. It's been fun, I've been enjoying it.

Title: Miles To Go Before We Sleep, part nine
Authors: innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: NC-17/FRAO this part (up to NC-17 for the entire fic)
Summary: After Reid goes off the rails in Texas, Morgan decides Reid needs a friend to support him through whatever he's going through. Several cases and "awesomely" bad sci-fi flicks later, they both realize "friendship" isn't exactly what they want...but sorting through the baggage that stands in the way of a closer relationship is more difficult than either of them expected. Starting immediately after "Elephant's Memory" and running beyond the end of "Lo-fi", this is a multi-chaptered, non-WIP fic.
Word count: this part, ~9,700; overall, ~130K
Spoilers: Entire series - specifically Profiler, Profiled, The Big Game/Revelations, Elephant's Memory, In Heat, Tabula Rasa, and Lo-Fi
Warnings: Overall: UST, references to past sexual abuse, drug use/references to past drug use
Notes: Written in RP format. Not currently AU, but it will be after season four starts, as we're writing our own ending to Lo-Fi. :) Also, we're beta'ing this ourselves now, so if you find any glaring errors, feel free to point them out! :D
Chapter Notes: This chapter has some dialogue lifted from "Lo-Fi".

Previous Parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven 1/2, Part Seven 2/2, Part Eight

( Part Nine )

1. All the cool kids have their Dr. Horrible icons, and now so do I. I realize I am late to the party, but whatever. Much loff and all that - wonderful, original idea, brilliant ending. LOFF.

2. I am in lust with Paget Brewster. She does voices on Harvey Birdman and American Dad. She's gorgeous and has skin like she's been ingesting arsenic. She photographs spreads, on occasion, for Suicidegirls.com!!! ROWR! I am in LUST. Total lust for her. *cough* >.>

3. I love that my knitting needles advertise themselves as smooth. Why, yes. Yes, they are very smooth... until I chew on them a bit. I CAN'T seem to not put these things in my mouth (which is a shame, because they taste wretched... the crochet hook is tasteless--and not in the sense that it tells dirty jokes at inappropriate times--but it finds its way into my hands and mouth with less frequency.)

innerslytherin says that I should knit myself a Reid is a Big Ghey Ghey-Boy Purple Scarf. I don't think that's knitted, now that I'm looking at it, but I might make myself a big ghey purple scarf all the same. That is actually within my skill level: Level Zero: Squares and Rectangles.

4. I reorganized all my folders on the laptop, and now I can't find a thing. How dare I put my CM screencaps in the "misc > tv > cm > caps" folder?! That's just logical!

5. I had more to say. I've had an emotionally shitty week. Bad mojo or something. Ugh, just sucky. But I felt like I was being whiny when I had all that typed out, and this post isn't going to go on my RL filter anyway. So, this is my happy face. Feel it. Or should I say fear it? I'm not sure.

6. Might dye my hair black again. Or maybe blonde. I need a change. If I wouldn't get fired, I'd go blue.

It's been a while. Darnit. Haven't been online that much, and haven't felt like posting when I have been online.

A couple of weekends ago Heather and I took Michael to the Enchanted Forest. He absolutely loved it!!! We had a great time as well. So neat to see all the things we used to like (the Crooked House still makes me feel sick and wrong!) and all the new stuff they have. Next year Heather and I want to go on some of the "big" rides, and Michael might be up for them next year. He actually enjoyed the Haunted House!! Heather isn't into scary houses, so I had to go with him. Eeek! He just about freaked out at one thing - turned a corner and heard a huge snap, not sure if it was a mouse trap or a shot, but it was loud!! He ran about ten feet backwards, but he was able to make it past it and we flew through the rest of the (very dark) house. lol. He really, really enjoyed the Old Lady & the Shoe slide. I think he probably went down it 50 or 60 times throughout the day!! So Enchanted Forest was definitely a hit!! Will post more about it when I get the pictures transferred off of my cell phone.

Went to a fantastic tack auction last week. They had around 100 saddles and then tons of other tack. They started out with the small stuff and then ended with the saddles. I ended up getting a blanket, a headstall/rein/breastcollar set, a three-hook horse rack to hang my necklaces on, an australian saddle and a western show saddle. O.o I've always wanted to try an australian saddle and they went very reasonably, and the western saddles were going cheap because it was after 11 and everyone just wanted to go. So they ended up putting the bulk of the saddles out and having people bid, then everyone who wanted one could get one at that price. Fabulous!! Had the opportunity to try out the australian saddle this weekend and it will be really nice when I get used to it. The seat is super comfortable, but the stirrups are too long and I think I'll take it in to the saddle guy instead of doing it home style. I've never had much luck with hole punching leather, anyway. lol. Haven't had a chance to try the western saddle yet. It's gorgeous. I bought it instead of a trail saddle because it's beautiful and because my sister frowns upon the synthetics. It's way lighter than the roping saddles, so it's a good deal. And the Australian saddle is actually an endurance saddle, so it will be awesome for the trails! Not sure if all tack auctions are as fun as this one was, but I'm so glad we went to it!

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Kool Aid pickles!! They look interesting and are intriguing. Shall have to get up the nerve to attempt making some!

I do not like all of Missy Higgins' songs but I love love love that one, and, HEY, it was featured at the end of the NCIS ep I was talking about yesterday. And then last night, it was on So You Think You Can Dance US. *And* it was in a Grey's Anatomy ep last season. Go Missy! And it really is a beautiful song.

Cause I don't know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I can stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
Cause she will love you more than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood

Also: new layout. I'm not sure about it, honestly. I think it's gorgeous but a) I don't like reading my friends page in it and b) the old one was ugly but it was heavily modified by ME and that gave it a kind of home-made quality which I liked, and which I think suited the IJ atmosphere, where things aren't always slick, where things being a bit clunky is part of the experience.

ETA: And hmmmm, the calendar in the sidebar doesn't appear to work. I will have to investigate that.

And: my god, service-type people, UPDATE YOUR MAPS! This place was subdivided like SIX YEARS AGO. Please stop coming on to my property to access something THAT CAN NO LONGER BE ACCESSED VIA MY PROPERTY. Grrrr.