My weekend was crazy busy, and it doesn't look like I'll be getting a break anytime soon. I'm stalled on the Frank/Gerard not!big bang, and the Spencer/Brendon thing I've been working on. I just realized that if I go to the Blink/FOB/Patd show in Omaha, that I'll miss my 2nd day of classes in the fall, so now I'm pretty sure I'm going to Chicago instead. Hopefully. Fingers crossed. When the hell do tickets go on sale again?

Anyway, in spite of all of this lameassery, I have, IDK, SPN, something.

title: Kinda Like the End of the World
fandom: Supernatural
summary: Five ways the world didn't end.
disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. If they were, they would totally hug more
notes: Five drabbles, completely random and not connected. Lots and tons of thanks to luzdeestrellas for doing the beta gig, yet again, even when she wants to stab me in the eye.

( Kinda Like the End of the World )

As is typical for me, now that I'm at the hard part of my big bang (you know, the part where I have to like, figure out a plot, so I can use something other than exclamation points and "you know" to describe it) I want to write something completely different.

With road trips and mixtapes and summer rain storms and pining and a style I miss writing in.

I settled for a drabble for now.

the wind through paper wings

( Frank/Gee, kinda, whatever, I might just have OTP issues - 100 words )


So. There's that?

Hey, look, ficlets! Wait, they probably can't even be called that. Drabbles! Something, whatever, let's pretend it was something awesome and productive.


( We Move Along - SPN - 274 words )


( Disney Never Would've Done It Like This - AD - George Michal/Maeby - 281 words )

1) My to-do list just keeps growing.
2) I think luzdeestrellas needs to be writing Jenson/Jared = Dan/Casey. And I don't do rpf, man.
3) Mmm pineapple smoothies and vodka...
4) ( It Isn't Love that Keeps Us Breathing - spn - drabble-icious )

Why, yes, I did call in sick to work today.

I have ennui.

( Weak - Supernatural )

1) The Worst Misery of His Life - Sports Night - Danny, Casey - Gen - 400 words
2) Just Like Deju Vu Was Once - AD - George Michael/Maeby - 250 words
3) A Patterned Lack of Success - O11 - Danny, Rusty - 350 words
4) I've lost my slash
5) Remix is due in three weeks. I'm freaking out now, kthnx.
6) Still owe moonix her "drabble"
7) Wasn't around at the time, so I say a week or so late: Happy Birthday, Kim!
8) Ugh. Work hard.
9) Seriously now. I've been watching Dark Angel because of Jensen Ackles.
10) It's led to all the bad, bad places you'd expect.

1) Until the Rain Lets Up - Sirius/Remus - 100 words
2) Jubilee, Won't You Come For Me - Harry/Draco - 100 words
3) Keeping Still Only Keeps Us Down - Harry/Draco - 100 words
4) Memories Slip - Firefly (gen) - 100 words
5) Note My Dancing Shoes - Maeby/George Michael - 100 words
6) Now really, really get with writing me JD/Cox fic. I've earned it!
7) I should've packed like two hours ago, at least.
8) Happy New Year!

1) 'Lo, but I am drugged right now. I am a pansy arse pill taker, let me tell you.
2) Like This, He Smiled - Remus/James - 100 words
3) I'm writing interest drabbles sick and drugged and seven months late. Well, I wrote two.
4) This Is Not a Ghost Story - Harry/Draco - 100 words
5) ::sneezes::
6) I have fallen in love with poetry again just now. Bad Poetry (A Love Poem)
7) My new headphones are uncomfortable.
8) I feel that I deserve J.D./Dr. Cox fic. I think you should all get on that right now, please.
9) My tissue box has a crocheted couch covering it. There aren't words for how much I need to move out of my grandparent's house.
10) poem for the maybes
      there are jealousy plays, kiss-me-i'm-lonelys, a boy with things to say
      and no one to understand them, you with no one to understand. you have
      fumbled for fascinating answers to smalltalk questions from a girl you only want
      in order to drive the girl you love as mad as she's driven you.

      and you will, and you will,
      smudge the line between maybe and yes--it's something about knowing.
      maybes are not afraid of the dark. maybes do not have favorite colors.
      maybes have freckles, tequila breath, guilt, a pair of shoes
      that, when you see them again on someone else, will make you pause. "don't"
      in the air they exhale, or "in four decades, when we are old
      and have forgotten one another and met again"

10 a) This needs George Michael/Maeby fic. It does.

(1) Hellooo, Rob Merciano, how have I never noticed you around before?
(2) And what's it gonna take for me to get you and Anderson both standing in the wet, wet rain next hurricane season?
(3) Yes, that was a serious question.
(4) I am still shocked, shocked, I tell you, that I finished all the slashfest fics.
(5) Now I just have to do my shacking up secret santa thingy, and I will be done for like the whole year.
(6) And I'm really not signing up for another ficathon until remix.
(7) And only remix because I cannot resist the temptation of it.
(8) I have a splinter in my thumb that will not come out.
(9) I just felt the need to whine about that. And to, like, remind people that I cannot have just a fic journal. That's craziness.
(10) ( In Five - PG - House/Cuddy banter cut for not being on topic - 200 words )

A poll! To keep me from ever having to make a choice on my own! ::grins::


There's this thing on Supernatural where, they gave out Dean's cell phone number. I, being the fangirl I am, want to call. On the other hand, being the anti-social 'fraidy cat with a fear of the telephone, I am so scared to. As an added bonus, I fear this would make me the geekiest geek that ever did geek. And I went at midnight to get a Harry Potter book.

So I poll you:
( poll )

And, as a bonus, a drabble, with I'm calling I in my alphaficlets series, because that's just the kind of girl that I am! (A cheater. I trust you'll never tell.)

( Ineluctable - Supernatural - PG - 100 words )



And please, allow me this chance to make a note about my writing. I do not fill in all the blanks. It's in my head, but I like reading better when the choice is up to me, so I leave the choice up to you. What happened before, what happens next, those are the kinds of things that, in drabbles anyway, are best left for you to decide. At least, that's the way I see it. ::shrugs::

::clears throat::

I present to you, my awkward OTP.


( Abulia - George Michael/Maeby - 100 words )

::clears throat:: Since you lot refuse to entertain me, and, uh, a lot of other reasons (my current inability to title anything), I bring you a meme game!

Put your music folder/playlist on random, pick a line from the first five songs and use them as titles for five drabbles/ficlets. Come on, you know you want to.


( Roll Me Up in Coffee Cake - GG - Gen - G - 100 words )


( (One Minute at a Time) - Supernatural - Gen - PG - 300 words )


( The Morning After Daze - Firefly - River/Mal - PG - 100 words )


( Cigarettes and Sweets - AD - George Michael/Maeby - PG - 200 words )


( In This Desert Dry - HP - Sirius/Remus - PG-13 - 100 words )


Titles are from, in order:
The Shins 'Your Algebra'
The Fight Club Soundtrack 'This is Your Life'
The Vines 'She's Got Something to Say'
Ryan Adams '1974'
The Decemberists 'The Legionnaire's Lament'

title: Learning Curve (Yourself to Me)
fandom: Veronica Mars
pairing: Weevil/Veronica
words: 800
rating: PG
summary: Sometimes it just takes a while to catch on.
notes: For emcue for her birthday. Veronica/Weevil in eight drabbles. And, yes, the brackets are in the title because I hate to buck a trend when I'm the only one going with it. ;)


( Learning Curve (Yourself to Me) )

title: Truth Begins in Lies
fandom: House
rating: R
summary: Chase doesn't know, except he does, he's being punished, except he's not, and everyone really is a liar.
words: 1,500
notes: So carylic says to me, "House/Chase cane bed restraints molesting!" Well, maybe she didn't say it exactly like that, but that's how I heard it. And so there is this, by way of 15 drabbles. (100 words according to Word, which is, admittedly, screwed, but I'm going with it anyway.) So I request that you, you know, blame her. She also gets credit for the title.


( Truth Begins in Lies )

I hate cleaning. I hate cleaning a whole goddamn lot. Clearly I need to be wealthy, because forget lower gas prices or world peace or everything my heart desires at my fingertips (including, but not limited to, Wilson, Chase, Rusty, Carmine and a shiny new laptop with wireless DSL that never drops out) what I really need most in the world is a maid. ::eyes Shoe Hill wearily:: It's gotten to the point where the mountains of clothes cannot be breathed near, for fear of avalanche. It's gotten to the point where I can't find a pair of shoes, because all 20 pairs of shoes are piled up in front of the shelf that holds my TV. I got a new VCR a little over a week ago. I can't plug it in because I can't move the shelf because of the shoes. I'd put them in my closest, but I'm honestly a little afraid of what might happen if I were to open my closet. The CDs near my computer are all on the verge of falling off the desk and I cannot be arsed to move them, because the CD holder is full and I've got jewelry piled high as the sky on the other side.

Clearly, the solution here is to post drabbles that I wrote ages ago. Because my desire to not do a thing should not be underestimated.


So: What was supposed to be the start of the Duncan/Logan slashfest fic, but turned into a drabble:

( untitled - VM - Duncan - R - 100 words )


And: What was supposed to be the beginning of a drabble series, until I found a new OTP, the series was Places They Aren't, only had I gotten around to finishing it I probably would have come up with a better title:

( Home - Numb3rs - Charlie - PG - 100 words )


( Bed - Numb3rs - Don - PG - 100 words )

Liars:
( drabble - R(ish) - Numb3rscest )


Untitled!Terry!fic:
( randomness - 317 words - could go somewhere later - HET. To explain Terry's absence. )


title: Anonymity
rating: PG-15
words: 531
warnings: 'cesty subtext?
summary: Charlie wants to escape himself

( He doesn't have a name here. )

Well... I'm all officially signed up for the VM and O11 ficathons.

(By the way, I know that there are a couple of people on my f-list who watch the show and I would like to strongly suggest that they sign up for the VM ficathon. ::nods:: Think of the Veronica/Weevil!)

My To-Do list is once again the size of a small dragon. It could eat a third world country for breakfast. Woe and alas. I should get on that, hm?


Also? Well wishes to teh Lily and stuffs. ::pets::



( Untitled Nemberscest that is actually a drabble. No. Really. 100 words )