Wide Awake and Dreaming

Sun, 18 May 2008 03:23:32 GMT

OMG! I can hear people in the motel having sex, and I am sitting in the Lobby, nbext to the TV, absorbed in fanfic, and all of the nearest rooms are empty. I'd tell them to get a room... but...

Icon Dump

Sun, 18 May 2008 00:59:28 GMT

This is just a random group of icons that I have made over the last few months and never posted.

(And hey, guess what? I engaged in mutual flirting with a cute guy at work today - so, yeah, go me! I really am pretty shy, unless I know someone (then I'm a freak - lol - gemini) He was a nice guy, kind of nerdy - in a cute way - in town for birdwatching. huh. Anyway, it was fun.)

Available for use with comment and credit. No Hotlinking. Do not edit.

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ETA: That's two :) Apparently, I am especially cute today... lol. This was a guy who worked on the internet here a few months ago, and we got to talk. He'd been partying in town and didn't want to drive home. Do I lose points for him being just very slightly drunk?

Sat, 17 May 2008 21:16:14 GMT

I think about livejournal everyday. I talk about conversations and topics and spoilers that I read here, to the point that my husband knows some of your names, as if we were friends in real life. We may joke about the obsession we share that is livejournal, but it is a social outlet for the very introverted person that I can be. However, as in real life, the thoughts and conversations in my head do not always make it out of the ether to be shared.

So, as always, I am faced with the reality - that hey, no school, does not necessarily mean more time. Of course, part of that is that I have picked up an extra shift at work, but I have to deal with my husband being home and not at work, which means that my time is affected by doing things with, for and/or because of him, being stressed because of the extra financial burden on me, and health issues.

Stress messes with my blood sugar, and my ability to keep a reasonable schedule, which affects my medication schedule, and I ran out of my anti-anxiety meds. I ended up in the ER because of this combination the other night. The strips were bad for my monitor, so when I started feeling icky and tested my blood sugar, I got two readings over 500. Not knowing these were innaccurate, I went to the ER. It was in the high 300s, but not so unusual for not taking my meds as directed, and my blood pressure was slightly elevated, but basically I got a little lecture from the ER about taking my meds as directed, and how running out of my anxiety meds the week before finals may be a bad idea. (Ya think?)

I'm ok, and am consciously trying to keep things in order, but am so far behind. I am trying to bring in extra money through ebay and etsy, but have not gotten stuff on-line to sell. Also, Helio fees are due the first of June, and I normally do my findraising/donation drive in May, and I still haven't finished setting that up. I hope there is enough time left, if I do it Tuesday (taking deep breath and trying not to panic).

Icons later...

ps. David Bromstad is majorly hot. (He should never, ever wear a shirt.)

Fandom Nostalgia - Fic Prompts

Wed, 14 May 2008 06:55:27 GMT

I've been busy writing, but it's mostly SGA, SPN and new stuff, but I'm feeling nostalgic for stuff I haven't written/read recently, mostly BtVS. That was my primary fandom for at least 5-6 years, and I hardly ever read it any more, even.

So, give me a prompt of 1-3 words and any pairing or character and I will write you a short drabble or ficlet.

Fandoms: BtVS/Angel, CSI, Roswell, NCIS, (maybe X-Files or Xena:WP).

Here I Am, Baby

Sun, 11 May 2008 21:58:31 GMT

It's been a crazy week. I've had a lot of plans this month, including trying to post fic everyday. I got off to a good start, but then disappearred for a week. I have been writing, but mostly it's these bits and pieces, snippets of conversation and scenes as they come to me, but nothing in a finished form. Lot's of times, I spend a few hours at night after work finishing up fic and getting it posted, but lately, my laptop doesn't even make it out of my backpack, as I get caught up in other things or tumble into bed for a few hours.

On top of that, I have this constant low-grade level of arousal running through me. Not like - OMG, I'm so horny, but like this charge along your nerves that makes you kind of want squeeze your thighs together and to touch and rub and be a little rough, but not so much about sex as a craving for an intimacy that is missing. It's usually a good thing to channel into writing, but lately, I can't seem to find the time or energy, so it is just clinging to me like a fog of angst and wanting that's a bit depressing.

Monday I spent studying, for my 3-hour/200 question Clinical Chem final on Tues morning (which I finished in 90-min, which was within my comfort zone for doing well), and my Forensic Case Study that I turned in Tuesday for Biochem. Wednesday was Leland's first day laid off, so we ran errands, saw Iron Man, and went grocery shopping. Thursday it was back to work. Friday was hella busy at work, since Graduation was Saturday morning, and then my relief didn't come in, and so I worked for 16 1/2 hours, went home and got a nap, and then came back and did it again.

All I can think about is all of the things that I have to do that I haven't managed to do yet. I have at least a dozen pieces of jewelry that I made last week in-between times that I haven't put up on etsy yet, I don't have any auctions or inventory in my ebay store this week, and I need the income, because Leland is laid off, and his unemployment check will basically cover our insurance and gas for the van, and rent is overdue. It's time to get Helio updated and start the yearly donation drive, and I just can't find the time.

I did finally remember to check my grades yesterday, and it was good news. I got a C in one of my labs where i had a lot of problems with the TA, and A's in everything else, so i am pretty happy.

URINE AND BODY FLUID ANALYSIS A
URINE AND BODY FLUID ANALYSIS LABORATORY C
CLINICAL CHEMISTRY I LABORATORY A
CLINICAL CHEMISTRY I A
CLINICAL IMMUNOLOGY AND SEROLOGY LABORATORY A
CLINICAL BIOCHEMISTRY A
MOLECULAR DIAGNOSTICS A

That's it for now. I am going to try and catch up on some of the fic that was due last week and get it posted. Hugs to everyone.

Drabble/Ficlet Multi-Post (1175 words, HP - Gen, and SGA - McShep)

Fri, 02 May 2008 09:33:02 GMT

Title: Hermione's First Flat
Author: syrenslure
Fandom: HP, Hermione
Rating: G
Prompt: varietypack100: 040. Sight.
Notes: Final Word Drabble Challenge: Home (16 April 08 100 words)

She twirled twice, in a wide circle, her bushy curls flying around her, and her robes flipping up at the hem. She stumbled and caught herself, giggling at her own giddy foolishness. Bare, hardwood floors stretched from end to end in the empty flat, but she was already imagining it dressed up with pretty (but functional) curtains, a lumpy (but comfy) sofa that would take well to cleaning charms - for when she had Harry and Ron, or other company over - and a study table for her grandmother's tea set. It was all hers, and there was no place like home.

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Title: To Be This Close
Author: syrenslure
Fandom: SGA, McShep
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: mcsheplets: finger fucking.
Notes: A teaser for my upcoming rounds_of_kink story on May 3rd. (02 May 08, 150 words)

Rodney never gets tired of this, no matter how much his hand cramps, or his neck twinges, or his back aches from holding this position, these aren't things he complains about – much. If he complained, John might take him seriously and think he doesn't want this – John spread out before him, open and wanting and making little mewling sounds while Rodney slides his fingers back and forth, into and out of John's shiny, slick, grasping asshole. His knuckles will ache all day tomorrow, and he'll have to rest his hands, stretch them after bursts of typing, but each twinge will remind him of this moment, when he folds his fingers together, adding just one more, and John's hole clamps down around them in that moment before he takes a deep, deep breath, and let's Rodney slide into him just a little more, claiming that much more of John as his.

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Title: You Might Think
Author: syrenslure
Fandom: SGA, McShep
Rating: R
Prompt: mcsheplets: roleplaying.
Notes: A teaser for my upcoming rounds_of_kink story on May 4th. (02 May 08, 300 words)

John doesn't know what it is. Maybe, he can see his McKay in this brash, young man, and likes the idea of putting him in his place, getting what he wants from that wide, wicked mouth and heart-shaped ass, but can't have with Rodney. Maybe, this irritable, impatient upstart with the "fuck you" smirk, leaning casually against the console is the epitome of what drew him to Rodney in the first place. Maybe, he's just got a thing for hot, young twinks ( and history might bear this one out). Something in him screams to push this version of McKay over the nearest flat surface or against the nearest wall - whether he remembers who John is or not - and show him exactly how many uses he has for that mouth and how many orgasms he can wring out of a body with an eighteen year old's refractory period.

Maybe, because it's all in his head – like a game – a harmless fantasy about not!Rodney, who is just close enough to the real thing to make his dick sit up and notice, and far enough from real that it seems a no harm, no foul proposition - just a little role-playing between strangers – 'me, John; you, Rodney'. God help him though if his little brain takes over, because he's the adult here, and that kid is still Rodney, not some stranger meant to be his fantasy come to life.

He has a role to play here, and it needs an Oscar-worthy performance. He's Lt. Col. John Sheppard - laid-back, all-American flyboy, and Air Force officer. He's commander of this base, by the grace of some god, and Rodney's best friend. He can't afford to forget any of that, just because he wants to when he sees this unfamiliar body doing all those familiar things.

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Title: Belonging
Author: syrenslure
Fandom: SGA, McShep
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: mcsheplets: dog tags.
Notes: A teaser for my upcoming rounds_of_kink story on May 10th. (02 May 08, 125 words)

Rodney never takes his dogtags off. He almost panicked the first time Carson tried to remove them in the infirmary. He knows it's an irrational fear. They are no kind of talisman and kind of morbid in their purpose, but over time they have come to mean more than the hope that he will not be left behind in a strange land.

The first time his tags tangled with John's on the too narrow bed, it was as if they were showing that he belonged. He was right where he was supposed to be, with the person he was supposed to be with, and doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing. Wearing the dog tags meant that he could never be lost again.

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Title: Fascination
Author: syrenslure
Fandom: SGA, McShep
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: mcsheplets: spanking.
Notes: A teaser for my upcoming rounds_of_kink story on May 11th. (02 May 08, 200 words)

Rodney watches John everywhere they go. He has a habit of walking a few steps ahead and slightly to the side of Rodney, and it's a natural position for Rodney to stare at his ass. He fantasizes about John's ass – the feel of it in his hands, the look of it spread before him to bite and lick and fuck. He wants to fall on his knees and worship that ass anytime it sits on his desk, or he sees it from behind, or whenever he catches Sheppard running through the halls.

Mostly, he thinks about lubing up that tight ass, and filling it with a plug - holding it open and ready - while he spanks and squeezes and turns that ass a pretty shade of bright pink, bordering on red. He counts the strokes in his head, imaging the color blossoming across the firm buttocks and wonders how long he could hold out before he pulled that plug free and impaled his cock in its place. Would he have the patience – stroke after stroke – as John wiggled over his lap, and the end of the plug taunting him – to draw it out, to tease it the way it teases him?

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Title: The Way You Look Tonight
Author: syrenslure
Fandom: SGA, McShep
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: mcsheplets: grace under pressure.
Notes: A teaser for my upcoming rounds_of_kink story on May 14th. (02 May 08, 300 words)

Rodney took a deep breath through his open mouth, and gulped down the beer that threatened to fall from his suddenly slack fingers. Almost four years on Atlantis, and this was a sight he never thought he would see. Across the crowded room of the private club was Lt. Col. John Sheppard - with his unruly hair teased into artful spikes, his mouth curved into a flirty, slick smile for the man handing him a drink, and legs that seemed to go on for miles – from the bottom of his short leather skirt to the tops of his four-inch, 'fuck me' heels. He'd never – not even in his wildest dreams – thought that he would see John Sheppard in a skirt. He'd never thought he'd find the sight of John Sheppard in a skirt so hot.

He had a chance to leave, to try and forget the image that had burned its way into his brain, but that sixth sense John seemed to have caused him to look up and meet Rodney's eyes. Then, he was excusing himself and sashaying gracefully across the room to stand in front of him. Rodney swallowed nervously, gulping down some more of his beer as John leaned into his personal space.

"You're not following me; are you? 'cause a girl could get a complex." The words were flirty, but John's eyes were like steel, as if daring Rodney to say the wrong thing.

"Not yet. Maybe, I could buy you a drink and we could discuss it," Rodney blustered and hoped he got it right.

John smiled – the real, happy one, like he had just thrown an invulnerable Rodney off the balcony, "I'll have a rum and Coke."

Rodney's stomach unclenched and he almost felt invincible once again, as he brought a drink for the lady.

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Fic: Rough Flavours (HP, Harry/Charlie, NC-17)

Fri, 02 May 2008 03:05:13 GMT

Title: Rough Flavours
Author: syrenslure
Fandom: Harry Potter (Harry Potter /Charlie Weasley)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry loves Charlie, and knows Charlie loves him, but he wants more. PWP.
Warnings: Slash. Mild Kink, Biting.
Disclaimers: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling and her publishers. The artist/author of this work receives no profit from it. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Notes/Dedications: This was written for softly_sweetly (Happy Birthday!‼ Sweety :-) and her request: "Harry/Charlie pr0n with biting " and for the community hp_creatures prompt: bite. Also counted toward 30_forbidden : 26. Taste. And 100quills : 038. Impression.

“Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.” T.S. Eliot

It's Fleur who gives him the idea. It's New Year's Eve at The Burrow and he's heading into the kitchen when he sees them across the darkened room, backlit by the hearth. Bill's standing at the door, looking out the opened top half of the back door at the clear sky and sliver of new moon, like Diana's bow, high in the sky – weeks from being or going to be. He's quieter now – seems older. Harry knows he feels the weight of it more since his visit to the dragon preserve a year and a half ago had coincided with the full moon, not realizing that even his "half-breed" status would draw out the local pack.

Charlie had been caught in the middle, and slightly less "lucky" than Bill had been. The reserve had reluctantly let him go when the dragon's irritation began to make obvious that Charlie had not escaped unscathed, and was no longer 'suitable' for the job. He had returned home to England and was doing well now, but Bill still felt guilty.

Fleur came up behind Bill, as close as the small bump of her pregnant belly would allow and began to soothe the tension from her husband's shoulders. Then, Harry watched as she leaned forward and sank her teeth into his shoulder. It wasn't a gentle nip, but Harry saw Bill arch into it, and growl deep in his throat, before turning to take Fleur in his arms and snog her passionately.

Harry and Charlie had been dating for almost 10 months. After the former dragon keeper's return to England, Harry had lobbied for Charlie to be given the recently vacated Care of Magical Creatures and Groundskeeper position at the beginning of the previous school year. The board had reluctantly acquiesced with the proviso that Charlie have a student assistant, took three days leave each month – at a location other than Hogwarts – and submitted to quarterly health and welfare checks at St. Mungo's as part of the new legislation to integrate certain "creatures" into Wizarding society – a joint venture of Hermione and Draco Malfoy, of all people.

Things were good between him and Charlie. They were well suited in their needs and temperament, and understanding of each other's needs for attention and isolation. They both worked and played equally hard. They were both at Hogwarts, but kept their own quarters most of the time.

Harry hadn't been a virgin when they had got together, but he hadn't had a lot of experience with men. So, he had been grateful when Charlie took things slow and easy with him, at first. They had eased into the physical side of their relationship, and Charlie had been so gentle, so considerate. Harry loved that about him.

Sometimes, though, he just wanted to take things up a notch, try something a little rougher. Hell, he was a guy; sometimes, he just wanted a good, hard fuck. Charlie was a wonderful partner, but he always held back, wouldn't let go. Harry needed that from him, needed to prove to Charlie that he could take it, wanted it, or this wouldn't go anywhere between them.

At the same time, he didn't want to shake things up too much and send Charlie running for the hills. It had taken a lot to get Charlie to trust him and agree to give things a go as more than mates. They had a good thing going, even if it was a little tame in the bedroom.

It took him a few days to work his head around it, but he knew what he wanted, and was ready to take a chance on Charlie. He was worth it. It was Friday night, they hadn't any plans other than a lazy weekend, and it was still winter break – no students around to interrupt them. The full moon was a week away – just enough for Charlie to start to feel the pull, and show the cracks in his carefully constructed façade, not close enough to be dangerous.

He'd already showered twice, though he hadn't shaved – a bit of stubble would only suit his purposes - and was pacing his quarters, on his way to working up another layer of sweat with his nervousness. That would never do, though, because a bit of lacking confidence and Charlie would be on it in a flash. Instead, he poured himself a whiskey and bucked up, loosening the top button of his shirt and clenching and unclenching his toes in the shag rug near the desk, while he practiced the deep breathing and relaxation exercises he had learned during his trip to the US.

He had himself firmly in hand as the portrait swung open and Charlie ducked in, shedding his scarf and cloak over the console table near the door. Charlie was smiling, talking happily about the new litter of pigmy puffs that he had for his first year classes. It seemed they had finally got the blue and green varieties to breed true. The kids would love them, and George could add to the menagerie he was running out of the side room of the WWW shop. Harry had helped finance the expansion when Ginny and Blaise had come on board. George had given Ginny most of Fred's shares, and Blaise had bought into the company, working mainly in marketing and franchising. Harry remained a "silent" partner, with a standard family discount. He donated his share of the profits to a Hogwarts scholarship fund that was administered by Augusta Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall, Muriel Prewett, Horace Applebunch and Narcissa Malfoy.

Right now, though, he couldn't give a fig about the shop, the students, or the pigmy puffs that were apparently the highlight of Charlie's day so far. He gathered his courage and quickly strode across the room to pull Charlie into a rough kiss. Charlie laughed a bit against his lips, and Harry loved that about him, loved the feel of Charlie's rib cage jerking against his own, and the joy bubbling up out of him from them being together.

Charlie slid his hands up into Harry's disheveled hair and deepened the kiss, slow and easy, taking his time to explore Harry's mouth and drawing it out, until Harry was moaning against his tongue. At times, it felt like every time was the first time with Charlie, but that wasn't what Harry was in the mood for tonight. He broke off the kiss and pushed Charlie over, so that he was leaning against the side of the hearth, and braced his hands against Charlie's shoulders, pinning him in place. He leaned in and bit down on the edge of Charlie's jaw, not a gentle nip, but a hard worrying of the flesh between his teeth.

He felt Charlie grabbing at him, ineffectually, as if to stop him, but the rumbling growl in Charlie's chest was all of the urging that he needed to go on. He dragged his tongue across the rough stubble on Charlie's chin, and then started biting his way down Charlie's neck, until he was arching into each clench of Harry's teeth. Emboldened, Harry pulled Charlie's shirt free from his trousers, and dragged his nails down his sides.

Charlie's hands dug into his shoulders as Harry slid to his knees in front of his lover. He pulled Charlie's cock free of his trousers and wrapped his hand around the hard shaft. He began to stroke it firmly; his eyes fixed on Charlie's face as his lover arched his back, and opened his mouth to catch the next thrust of Charlie's hips, so that the redhead was suddenly plunging into his mouth. A whining moan from Charlie as he fucked his mouth had him grinning briefly, around the wide mouthful of Charlie's cock.

Then he didn't have time to think about it anymore, as he felt himself being pulled off his knees and dragged over to the nearest chair, and he was working along with Charlie to get free of the confines of their clothes. He felt Charlie biting at his neck and shoulders as he was bent over to the arm of the chair. Charlie was already pushing against him, humping him through his clothes, as Harry fumbled his belt.

He quickly pulled his wand, and mumbled a charm, relieved when he felt himself slicken, because Charlie was already pushing in, splitting him open in a way that had him crying out in pleasure. One hand was braced against the chair, and with the other he was reaching behind, grabbing Charlie and pulling him closer, deeper, as close as he could get.

Charlie reached over his shoulder and grabbed his jaw, pulling and bending Harry's head back and to the side, baring his neck. He sank his teeth into Harry’s the curve of his shoulder, biting the soft flesh gently, so as not to break the flesh. Then as Harry took a deep breath and relaxed in his arms, yielding, Charlie bit down harder, deepening the sharp, hard sting, until Harry was aching with the need to twist against Charlie's tight hold, whining with the need to push back and arch into him, searching for the frisson that would send him over the edge.

Then he was there. His vision whited out, as Charlie released his bite, and thrust hard into his ass. His growl of pleasure met Harry's own cry, as Charlie's hips stuttered against his, and they were both coming… coming… until they collapsed against the edge of the chair, still entwined.

As he came back to himself, he felt Charlie lapping at the junction of his neck and shoulder, where Harry could already feel the bruise blossoming, from the heat below the skin. His voice was a low, earthy rumble against Harry's ear. "Damn, Brat. Where'd that come from?"
Harry gave a half-hearted chuckle, "That's not a complaint. Is it?"

"Never. It's just different. You're not usually so… sure of yourself."

"You don't have to take care of me all of the time. I won't break you know."

Now, Charlie did laugh. "I never doubted that, brat. Besides, I like taking care of you."

"I like it, too, but sometimes… sometimes I just… I'm a guy, too."

Charlie palmed him soft cock, and felt it try to pulse a little against his hand. "Knew there was something I liked about you. Now - not to baby you or anything – but, how about taking pity on an old man and moving this to the bed."

Harry turned in his arms, as they struggled to their feet and out of their twisted clothing, and slugged Charlie lightly in the air. "You're not old."

"Yeah, yeah, get yourself on the bed, Brat, and maybe we can continue this conversation about all of the wicked ideas you haven't been sharing with me." To further his point, he slapped Harry on the ass to urge him along to the bed, and smiled toothily at the blush that came to the cheek and spread against his lover's body. They did have things to discuss, but there were other ways to communicate as well.

Happy May Day!!!!

Thu, 01 May 2008 21:12:24 GMT

Hey guys...

It's been crazy around here, because it's finals week.

Assignments Due:
Clinical Chemistry
~~Chapter 13 Exercises~~
~~Chapter 13 Research~~
~~Chapter 14 Exercises~~
~~Chapter 14 Research~~
Comprehensive 3 hour final - 06 May @ 10:00

Clinical Biochemistry
~~Case Study: Obesity~~
~~Case Study: von Gierke's Disease~~
~~Case Study: A Lipid Metabolism Disease~~
~~Writing Assignment: Lipid Metabolism~~
~~Writing assignment: Hyperammonia~~
~~Amino Acid Review~~
~~Case Study: Reaction to 5-Fluorouracil~~
~~Case Study: Hereditary Renal Disorder~~
~~Case Study: CeeNU~~
~~Case Study. Hemoglobinopathy~~
Forensic Case Study
Recombinant DNA Exam - 02 May 08

Molecular Diagnostics
Writing Assignment #3
Writing Assignment #4
Writing Assignment #5

The voting is up at heroes_lvms. I don't know how my vid measures up, but it is fun to participate. I've already voted for my favorites - so if you are interested in vidding or heroes at all, you should go check it out and vote.

I'll be working on the Heroes Archive site tonight and working on getting up a fic that I wanted to post yesterday.

The Final Word Drabble Challenge

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 23:15:26 GMT

Welcome one and all to this week's Final Word Drabble Challenge, whether you are here as players of the game new to my journal, or as readers of my journal new to the game. My friends may be familiar with the drabble trees that I host, except this is a little different, instead of giving you the first word, I give you the LAST, and everyone writes using the same word, instead of responding to another drabble.

The final twist is that whoever responds first gets to host The Final Word Drabble Challenge the next week, and pick the new prompt. This is my first turn as host, and as a caveat, anyone on my friends list who wants to play but not host, can opt to pass, and either I, or the next eligible person in line will do the honors.

Last Week's Challenge

dickgloucester started the Final Word Drabble Challenge. The rules are simple. I'll give you a one-word prompt. It has to be the final word of the drabble (100 word fic) you post in response in my comments section. As many people as feel the urge can respond. Any rating, any Potterverse pairing/situation ... anything that grabs your muse... (It's usually Hermione and/or Snape centered, but that is not at all required - ANY HP character or pairing is game.) Time limit of a week; the first person to post their drabble gets to choose the word for the next round and host the gathering at their LJ.

This week's prompt is the word "light".

Adventures of Newbie Vidder

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 22:33:57 GMT

First, let's start with a bit of a disclaimer. I just finished my first fanvid using Windows Movie Maker, so I am by no means an expert (as I said "newbie vidder"), but I am not quite new to vidding as an artform, just this platform. In high school, I was the vice-president/assistant manager of my private school's closed-captioned television station. I spent a lot of time with two vcrs an editing console, and occasionally a very old apple that we could make colorful kalidoscope effects and fades of graphics for titles and credits. I helped to teach radio-tv courses to other students, made PSAs, and occasionally made presentation for classes, or for teachers to take to conferences with them. I was probably the only student (and one of few people in general) who had access to the district's one video editing console when I was back in public school. It was at the Board of Education, and I spent a few Saturday mornings there. When I went to college, I was once again in the position of running the school cctv station, mostly because few others had interest.

What this means is that I kind of know what needs to be done, but not necessarily how to do it. I know when there are problems, but not how to fix them. Computer editing is a slightly different ballgame, because of the way it is easier to edit video on the fly, easier to add effects and blend clips. I'm afraid that I'm really not up to snuff, as I don't know the technology.

For example, I started my vidding yesterday morning by opening Adobe Premiere, as I heard it was recommended. I played around and was unable to even get my song imported into the program, so I sighed and shut it down, to open Windows Movie Maker again.

I started filtering through clips, splicing down episodes to relevant scenes and assembling a couple together for a rough cut that I figured I would slot into the middle of the vid somewhere. (This is probably backwards and conter-intuitive to a lot of people, but I don't tend to write or think linearly.) The funny thing about it is when I cued up my song for the first time, and hit play, these clips matched up almost exactly with the first minute of my song. This was completely un-intential as I was not even playing the song. I laughed my ass off and shared it with my husband who agreed it was cool, but did not quite appreciate my awesomeness in the manner it deserved.

A couple of hours later, I was done, and almost happy with it for a first effort, though I noticed something weird in that my cuts no longer matched up exactly some things had moved/changed. I saved it though - after a huge struggle to find some format that didn't squish it all weird or add a huge green bar, or generally look like crap. I ended up using WMM's DV-AVI format, which gave me a ~900MB file, and then using Divx converter. There's got to be a better way.

I sent a call out for beta viewers, and giandujakiss who is an awesome vidder looked it over and gave me some very helpful feedback. She helped me to pinpoint the changes that I knew needed to be made, and offered some great suggestions to fix things. I knew that I used a couple of (too)long clips, and repeated images, parts of scenes. I din't know how the effects I was going for came across to someone who wasn't me, and she did a great job of breaking it down technically.

I remastered it this morning, (and as always any remaining problems are completely my fault), and feel that it is much better. I will probably submit this entry to the contest. There are only five of us entered, so I am hoping to place, but if I don't, I guess I should cut myself some slack, as I am doing this as a learning experience, and it's paying off for that at least.

I also figured out that one of my main problems is that WMM is a completely linear editor, which you think wouldn't be a problem, as it is what I am used to, but when you want to change one bit in the middle, or something throws your timeline off it is a pain in the ass. Transitions are a big cause of this, which I noted after my first run through, and became a prominent factor after my second. I edit the clips together all the way through and then try to add transitions between scenes to tie them together. The problem with that is that it essentially shortens some of the clips (especially if you use "Fade" which plays the beginning of one clip over the end of the other). I had to take out a lot of the transitional effects that I though I wanted to use, and hope that the ones I left in work. I don't know if I could get used to doing the transitions as I go, thus accounting for them when I am clipping scenes.

That's all for now, but I will entertain comments or advice, if they are offered.

Video Beta Wanted

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:03:28 GMT

I made my first fanvid this morning, and I would really like a beta to look it over. It's for a contest and due at the end of the month. It's Heroes fandom. Since it's my first, I could really use some constructive criticism and feedback.

50kinkyways Claim Table : Stargate Atlantis (General Series)

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 02:55:22 GMT

This is an all pairings/general claim, though it might be a little heavy on the McShep, as that is my primary pairing for my fandom, and a lot of the people who read this fandom. A few of these have info after the prompts, but no link to a story. That is where I have taken a fic request and slotted it into the table (a WIP). If there is an unclaimed prompt that you have an idea/request for, feel free to drop me a comment, to this post, my atlantiskink request post, or my SGA pairings poll. Other claims have come from rounds_of_kink, so you can point me to communities with interesting prompts as well.

50kinkyways Author: syrenslure Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis (General Series)
1. Rituals	2. Cross-Dressing, McShep requested by mf_luder_xf for rounds_of_kink	3. Spanking, McKay/Beckett requested by hermioneorourke	4. Biting	5. Oil - Ronon/Keller requested by lothy
6. Restraints - McShep requested by heidihoffman	7. Non-Con	8. Leather	9. Ice - Radek/Lorne, requested by ravenlaughing	10. Candle Wax
11. Medical play	12. Fear Play	13. Blood Play	14. Breath Play	15. Food Play
16. Vibrators	17. Anal Plugs, McShep requested by mf_luder_xf for rounds_of_kink	18. Whips/Paddles	19. Handcuffs - Elizabeth/John requested by dana_cz	20. Standing in Corner
21. Spreader Bars	22. Blindfold	23. Phone / Voice Sex	24. Dildos	25. Orgy
26. Serving - Elizabeth/Radek requested by nogooddeedwitch	27. Tattooing	28. Dominant	29. Submissive	30. Exhibitionist - McShep requested by bigwoodtownie
31. Voyeur	32. Branding	33. Age Play, McShep requested by mf_luder_xf for rounds_of_kink	34. Cock Rings	35. Ball Gags – Rodney/?
36. Wanking	37. Shaving	38. Clamps	39. Collars, McShep requested by mf_luder_xf for rounds_of_kink	40. Virgins
41. Locked up	42. More-some - Quarantine Fic – requested by zinelady and others (also poll)	43. Outdoor sex - John/Rodney/Sam (lightning) requested by jade_1459	44. Piercing	45. Role Play
46. Writer's Choice (Fisting), McShep requested by mf_luder_xf for rounds_of_kink	47. Writer's Choice (Orgasm Denial) – OT4, requested by sorchasilver (also DP)	48. Writer's Choice	49. Writer's Choice	50. Writer's Choice
Progress: 00/50 (General Series)

Because it's wrong...

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 06:20:33 GMT

Sometimes I really hate my husband. Want to know why? Because he shows me things that are just WRONG that get stuck in my head forever and ever and ever, and not just because I have an eidactic memory, but because they are WRONG.

There's the munchkin (porn) song (did I mention I am a huge Wizard of Oz fan). There's this picture of ////deleted for your protection//// that he showed me like a billion years ago before we were married, that I will never, ever forget... the latest, a week or two ago, he showed me this....

This has been in my head all friggen night! *cheerily sings along*

Fic: Rear View Mirror (Stargate, Carter/Weir, NC-17)

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 03:46:27 GMT

Title: Rear View Mirror
Author: syrenslure
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam Carter / Elizabeth Weir - (Stargate: SG-1 and Stargate: Atlantis, pre-canon through SGA Season 4)
Summary: Five times Sam Carter almost fell in love with Elizabeth Weir, and one time she wished that she hadn't.
Notes/Dedications: This is the porn that would not end. It was meant to be a short snippet, but one wasn't enough; these ladies had HISTORY. Written specifically for geonn who requested Sam/Elizabeth or Sam/Teyla on the 14th of March, and then waited oh so patiently while I wrestled with my muse and tormented him with snippets and promises. Though, I am glad that he has gotten me into writing femmeslash again, and he certainly deserves this for rescuing me with pr0n in my time of need *snicker*. Lyrics between sections from Meatloaf's ' Objects In The Rear View Mirror (May Appear Closer Than They Are).' Also counted toward varietypack100 - 010. Years. ~3300 Words (16 April 2008)

It was long ago and it was far away; oh God, it seems so very far.

I. They meet in Washington, years before Elizabeth has ever heard of the Stargate program, and while it is still largely theoretical for Sam. She is a First Lieutenant, stationed at the Pentagon while she finishes her dissertation, and at the cocktail party largely because of the urging and influence of her father, who is always trying to 'advance her career'. Elizabeth is a minor diplomat assigned to the Italian ambassador, wearing an elegant dress that probably cost more than six month's O-2 pay. She's working the room like she was born to it, unlike Sam, who stands stiffly near the open bar, tugging awkwardly at the bust-line of her new dress, and wishing she'd given into the urge to wear her mess dress instead.

Elizabeth's hair is a deep, dark red, like overripe plums, and her dress is a skintight number in creamy ivory, with a spray of crystals from the left side of her waist, down toward her hip and up toward her breasts. Her lips look like they have been painted with the red wine in her glass, and when she laughs, Sam has to force herself to look away, realizing that she has been staring. She feels strangely flushed, and tries to convince herself that it is just mild envy, of a woman moving effortlessly through a man's world, and holding her own with ease - no bravado or awkwardness.

She is beautiful and captivating, and Sam has almost convinced herself that was all it is, when suddenly she is there, accepting a drink from the bartender, and talking to Sam. "Not quite your cup of tea, is it?"

Her smile is open and friendly, and her tone isn't judgmental, so Sam feels herself relaxing and answering honestly, "No, not really. I'd rather be in my lab."

"Army? Air Force?"

"Air Force. Lieutenant Samantha Carter. Sam." She looks puzzled and cocks her head a bit. "How'd you know?"

"Well, instead of looking like you were holding up the wall," Elizabeth slides into place next to her demonstrating as she sips her wine, "You've spent most of the evening at Parade Rest, watching the room like you were working security, and not dancing. That's a shame really, because I'd love to watch you move in that dress."

"Oh!" Sam blinks, and blushes, silently cursing her fair complexion.

Elizabeth takes the lack of denial as a positive sign, and introduces herself. "Dr. Elizabeth Weir. You can call me Liz, and, if you give me ten minutes to say goodnight to my boss, and excuse myself, you can meet me in the cloakroom and escort me home. A girl can never be too safe; can she?"

"Yes," Sam says, already a little breathless, and they haven't even touched each other yet.

Her 'home' turns out to be a rented suite at The Watergate, and Sam barely notices the comfortable looking, warm orange chairs in the sitting room, or the brief glimpse that hints at an office area and mini-bar, as she and Elizabeth stumble toward the large bed.

She knows this drill, she learned it at the academy right along with her left-faces and parade rests. It's hard and fast, taking and giving no quarter, all lips and teeth and grabbing hands and fumbled zippers. Moans are muted, lips and tongues are bitten to hold back pleading words; it's a race to the finish line.

Elizabeth isn't playing by the rules, though. She pins Sam beneath her and grins. Sam's dress is long gone, but Elizabeth's expensive dress is bunched around her waist like a belt. The moonlight playing peek-a-boo through the drapes washes over her creamy skin and catches on the fancy crystals, and she holds Sam's hands over her head, straddling her hips like a conquering goddess. The smooth silk of her panties and stockings are like a caress against Sam's hips and mound, as she tries to twist away, to regain her control.

Elizabeth just leans down, resting her weight against Sam and pushing her deeper into the bed. "I want to hear you," she whispers.

Sam tries to glare at her, as she bites her lip, and bucks her hips, but Elizabeth just smiles and pushes back, rocking their groins against each other, and Sam can feel her wetness spreading, soaking the expensive silk of her new panties, and she groans in spite of herself.

"Good girl," Elizabeth begins nipping at Sam's collar bone and kissing her way to her breasts. She nuzzles and then sucks her nipples to hardness, alternating back and forth with no pattern. "That's it," she says, with each moan and hitch of breath she coaxes from Sam.

She shifts slightly to the side to straddle Sam's thigh, as she works her hand under the waistband of Sam's panties, and teases her open with spread fingers. She holds open the blonde's outer lips, exposing her clit to the slip-slide of the damp silk from the slight motion of her hand and Sam's hips, as she rocks against her, until Sam's hips are thrusting up, and she is making broken sounds like, "Please, please," and Elizabeth thrusts two fingers inside of her, hard and fast, just like she needs it, the base of her hand pressing just under Sam's clit on the upstroke.

It is like pulling G's, suspended in a sense of timelessness and weightlessness, where the whole world is pressing down against you and waiting for you to snap.

And then she does.

Elizabeth spends the whole night teaching her new rules, and Sam shows what a good student she is until they both give into the dreamless sleep of exhaustion. Elizabeth is gone when Sam wakes up, but there is a note pinned to the front of her dress, now neatly hung on the back of the door.

I'm in town for the week. Let's meet for lunch Wednesday, at the Sheraton - District Grill. Call me.

Liz

(202) 555-1917

We were ready for adventures and we wanted them all

And there was so much left to dream and so much time to make it real

II. Sam doesn't call, and they don't meet for lunch, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't feel a little of shiver of anticipation when she recognizes her across the lobby of The Washington Ballet during intermission. This time, Liz is a blonde, in an elegant blue and gold couture gown, and even more stunning than Sam has remembered. She sips a white wine and chats with an older couple, in what sounds, to Sam, as she circles closer, like one of the Eastern European languages. She is about to berate herself for all but stalking a former one-night stand that she consequently stood up, when Liz looks up and catches her eye, giving her a dazzling smile.

Liz gestures her over, politely excusing herself from her conversation with her companions. "Lieutenant Carter, a pleasure to see you again." She looks her up and down, with what could pass for a polite inventory of passing time, but there is a heat in her look, that makes Sam feel like squirming, even as she stiffens her posture and replies.

"Actually, it's Captain, now."

"Congratulations." Her smile is bright and she seems genuinely pleased for a moment, and then her face transforms once more into the polite mask that Sam had remembers seeing at the embassy, as she sees something over Sam's shoulder.

She turns, and sees Paul approaching with two flutes of champagne, and a precariously balanced plate of chocolate covered strawberries and shortbread cookies from the table near the bar.

"Paul," she pastes a warm smile on her face, "This is Dr. Elizabeth Weir. Elizabeth, Captain Paul Davis. We work near each other at the Pentagon - for another week or so, at least."

"Oh?"

"I've been reassigned. Deep-Space Telemetry out of Cheyenne Mountain."

"That sounds fascinating," She turns to Paul with a bright smile, "And a pleasure to meet you, Captain." She makes a motion as if to shake his hand, before realizing his burden.

Her smile is apologetic, but he just smiles and offers her the plate and one of the flutes. She nods her head in thanks, and he gives Sam the other glass. He motions toward the bar, "I'll just go and… Dr. Weir. Sam."

The moment he's out of earshot, Liz queries, "Boyfriend?"

"Paul?" Sam wrinkles her forehead, "No. Just a friend - last weekend in town, and all that."

"Ahh, so you thought you'd have a farewell fling, to celebrate your new assignment."

Her first instinct is to deny it, but there is something more in Liz's eyes than mocking curiosity. "Maybe," she tries to shrug it off.

Liz wraps her lips around a plump strawberry and bites through the chocolate, never taking her eyes away from Sam. Sam licks her own lips in response, and one corner of Liz's mouth turns up as she offers Sam the plate. "Hungry?"

Sam nearly drains her champagne in a gulp, "God, yes," but she doesn't take the offered fruit.

"Well, it looks like your date is returning." She leans forward, as if to buss her cheek, and whispers, "Champagne always goes right through me. I'm sure I'll be in the powder room, ten minutes after the curtain is up." Then she is gone, leaving Sam churning in her wake, as Paul comes up to her elbow and mentions that they should start heading back toward their seats.

The curtain has barely come up on the second act, and she can feel Paul's curious looks, as she squirms in her seat. Finally, she clears her throat and excuses herself, not willing to give herself a chance to change her mind. She is running cold water over her wrists, and unable to meet her own eyes in the mirror over the sink, when she feels, rather than sees Liz entering the room.

They pause silently, and Liz smiles sweetly at the older woman who walks past her to leave. Then they are moving together, their lips meeting, even as they tumble toward one of the large stalls. Sam manages to lock the door of the stall behind her, before turning them around, and rocking Liz against the door. She runs her hands down Liz's arms to her hands and the lifts them up, putting them on the coat hook above Liz's head. "Keep them there," she insists with a rough voice.

Then she's moving her own dress up and out the way, as she slides to her knees on the bathroom floor. She pushes up the bottom of Liz's skirt and pulls her thong to the side to bury her face between Liz's legs. She inhales the sweet, musky scent, and then slides her tongue slowly between the lips. Liz moans and arches into the caress and Sam smiles against her folds.

They hear another woman enter the room, but Sam doesn't pause, instead, she lashes at Liz's clit with her tongue, the licks down to thrust into her opening. Back and forth, over and over, until Liz has to take one hand down from the hook that she is hanging onto like a lifeline to stuff it into her mouth and muffle her moans. When her muscles begin to flutter around Sam's tongue, Sam shoves her other hand into her own panties and quickly brings herself off, following Liz over the edge, until her forehead is resting against Liz's thigh, and they are both panting in the aftermath.

They straighten each other's hair and clothes as well as they can, in the small stall, and wait for the room to empty before going to the sinks to finish cleaning up and fix their make-up. They don't say anything else to each other, but Liz turns back to Sam just before she leaves and gives her a wide, knowingly flirty smile.

Sam is flushed for the rest of the performance, but uses it as an excuse to end the night early and go home - alone.

We were racing, we were soldiers of fortune

We got in trouble but we sure got around

III. She is definitely the more shocked of the two, the next time they met, but then again, Elizabeth was most likely briefed on her new flagship team, and the "Deep-Space Telemetry" cover story before she stepped on base to assume command. Sam has no such warning, and never expected to see a career diplomat sitting in Hammond's chair. She can't afford to let personal feelings and frustrations get in her way, though. There is too much at stake, and she has to get Elizabeth to see reason, by any means necessary.

She's still a blonde, but it's shorter and lighter than last time, more similar to Sam's own. Kissing her is familiar by now, as is the way she arches into Sam's touch as she goes for the kill by sucking on the place where the line of Elizabeth's collar bones meet the base of her neck. What's unexpected is the way Elizabeth turns the tables and Sam ends up on her back across the wide desk, with Elizabeth's lips wrapped around her clit, and three fingers buried deep inside her cunt, trying to stifle the scream of her climax when Liz twists her fingers just so inside of her and gently scrapes her teeth against the base of Sam's clit.

Afterwards, she rocks against Sam's thigh and bites down on Sam's shoulder, leaving teeth prints through the fabric of the t-shirt that they never got around to removing. She straightens her clothes, and barely looks mussed, while Sam is still wrecked, but she agrees to the mission.

For the next year, Sam has the hardest time looking at Jack, when he is sitting behind the same desk. She often wonders if he could make her come as hard, laid out across the mahogany surface, as Elizabeth had.

I can still recall the sting of all the tears when he was gone

They said he crashed and burned, I know I'll never learn

IV. By the time Liz returns from her latest recruiting mission to meet them at the bottom of the world, she has reverted to her natural hair color, and is a warm brunette. Daniel has found the gate address for Atlantis, and the mission is a go. Sam guesses there would be a shortage of beauty parlors and personal stylists in the Pegasus galaxy, and God, that is catty, even for her. It might be that part of her blames Liz for what had happened with Jack, and for leaving now, even though she knows it is ridiculous of her.

Because of their relative ranks, and the fact that there are only about a dozen women on the base, they end up bunking together, which means that Sam can't even escape to her quarters at the end of the day to get away. They are stilted with each other, which Sam knows is her fault, even as she scowls at Liz's entrance to their shared quarters at the end of a long day.

"Major."

"Dr. Weir."

Liz sighed. "You could call me Liz, you know, or Elizabeth. I'm not your boss anymore, Sam."

"Actually, you are - at least in charge of this base, which means I'm still reporting to you."

"That's not my fault."

"No, nothing ever is."

"What do you want from me, Sam?" She looks so weary, like she really wants to know how to fix whatever this is between them.

"Nothing." Sam runs her fingers roughly through her hair, making it stand up a bit. "I don't know." She makes a sound of annoyance deep in her throat, and meets Elizabeth's eyes, letting her frustration show through.

Like a match being struck, heat flares between their gazes. Sam moves like a flash grabbing a hold of Liz and fusing their mouths together with an urgency that she hasn't felt since flying the al-kesh back toward Earth, months ago. She gives no mercy, biting at Liz's lower lip as she tumbles them onto the nearest bunk. She soothes it with small laps of her tongue as a distraction as she makes quick work of the fastening to Liz's slacks, and shoves her hand beneath the lace of her bikinis cupping her sex possessively.

With her left hand, she pulls back on Liz's newly brown locks, forcing her to arch back and bare her throat to Sam's teeth.

She used her body just like a bandage

She used my body just like a wound

V. The Odyssey returns to Atlantis to pick up Daniel and Vala and arrives to a party. A Wraith ship and an Ori ship destroyed on the same day, and the supergate temporarily out of commission, along with clues to Merlin's weapon add up to a very good day. They don't often have much to celebrate around here, and they've partied for a lot less. The sheer happiness is as contagious as the bubbles in the champagne flowing freely around the room. Maybe, that's why they are so reckless as they circle each other around the room, meeting each other's eyes, both knowing where this is going to end up.

It ends up right outside of the conference room, at the far edge of the celebration. They slip in and lock the door behind them, but neither of them have the gene, and Elizabeth knows it won't hold up against someone who does, even as she pushes Sam up against the almost opaque panels from the inside and begins tearing apart her belt as she devours her mouth.

The blood is running high in both of them, their inhibitions flimsy in the wake of the alcohol, and Sam is demanding as much as Elizabeth takes, but Elizabeth is impatient with need and turns Sam around, pressing her face against the glass doors. They are hidden from view, but only so long as no one looks too closely, and once more Elizabeth can't bring herself to care. She strips down the pants of Sam's BDUs, spreading her legs as far as they go in the artificial hobbles, and pulling back on her hips to gain better access.

She tangles one hand in Sam's hair, holding her in place while she slips her other fingers into Sam's wetness, and then back to draw little circles around and around her asshole with the tip of her thumb. She pushes in, just a little bit, working just the first joint of her thumb back and forth, until Sam is whimpering and trying to push back and force her deeper. It's not what she wants though, so she stops to reach around Sam and pull her a little off balance, until her hips are flush against her own. She pushes her fingers into Sam's cunt, twisting and pistoning them in and out. With the other hand she reaches across Sam's chest and grabs her tit, using it as a handhold and her own hips to push Sam back and forth onto her fingers, fucking her in a punishing grip.

Sam's head falls back against her shoulder and Elizabeth takes little bites along her jaw and neck, trying to remember not to leave a mark. She almost forgets, and bites down hard when Sam convulses against her, coming apart in her arms. She laves the reddish area with her tongue as she whispers soothing words in the aftermath.

It isn't over yet, and they both know it. They never stop until they have to, never give up, until it's time to put this part of them aside and go back to their separate duties. It's hours yet until the Odyssey leaves.

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are

A year later, Sam's in charge of the briefings in the conference room, and Liz's office is now her own. Though she refused to occupy the same quarters, even with their proximity to the control room, Sam still feels Liz everywhere - even in her dreams.

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are

Fannish Dreams

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 17:49:33 GMT

Do you guys dream of fandom stuff? I do, almost every night. I'll admit that it's entirely my own fault, as I spend my time immersed in fan fiction (instead of say my homework) and I employ lucid dreaming techniques (since I was very young) because I have problems with both insomnia and nightmares. (I remember dreaming of being Supergirl and actually flying over my hometown in elementary school.)

Here's an example of the crack that my mind comes up with: There is a house/organization/woman that deals with gay kids who have been kicked out of their homes by their parents and are on the street for one reason or another and helps them get settled (apartments, jobs, independent living skills, etc.)

Jared/Sam's parents actually bring him there and drop him off, because they just can't deal any more, because he is *gasp* pregnant. Jensen/Dean shows up while he is being in processed, and sort of "adopts" him because he needs another roommate (him and his friend need a third to make their new apartment/house work). He takes Jared/Sam under his wing, thinking that he's in the same boat, and Jared doesn't tell him (or anyone other than Abby - the social worker/mom character) that he's pregnant, not wanting to be ostracised, or whatever.

ETC.

Fly, bunny, Fly away... far, far away.

Your turn. Share the embarrasments of your subconscious.

Go Forth and Fic...

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 09:21:39 GMT

svmadelyn is running the annual Kink/Cliche Multi-Fandom challenge, and you should ALL take yourselves over there and sign-up. You've got like six weeks to write a story in any fandom, for the pairing of your choice. You choose three possible prompts from the fandom kink and cliche lists (and there is something for everyone), and Madelyn picks one of your three for you to write.

My prompt is "breathplay" and I am currently entertaining ~~bribery~~ suggestions for the pairing(s) that you guys would like to see (SGA, HP, Heroes, SPN are current interests, but you guys know the drill.... I'll read/write almost anything, and if in doubt, check my tags for the fandoms... pairings are always up for grabs).

So what are you waiting for?

Cuff ‘Em, Vamp ‘Em, or Just Make ‘Em Come Already Kink and Cliché Multi-Fandom Challenge

~~~~~

2006 | Pieces of Me | NCIS (Gibbs/DiNozzo) | Rimming

2007 | I Feel You | X-Men Movieverse (Wolverine/Rogue) | Sleep and bedding themes (watching someone sleep)

2008 | ????? | ????? | Breathplay

OMG - LOL! Video Reccs

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 10:48:50 GMT

I've seen a view vids over the years, but have only gotten into them recently (having now graduated from dial-up to real internet), and there have been some memorable and funny vids along the way... but these take the cake.

The OP was looking, "Where are the cracktastic girlslash vids? I have so many boyslash crack vids, but I am horribly lacking when it comes to girls.

I don't mean vids that happen to be of unlikely femslash pairings -- I have those -- but vids that celebrate the cracky nature of the pairing[s]."

And she gave the following for examples...

SGA, "I'm Always True to You (In My Fashion)" by DKWilliams
Pairing: John/Rodney, John/Everyone

SV, Don't Cha? by talitha78
Pairing: Clark/Lex, Lex/Lana

//On an off-side comment, despite the fact that I run a SV comm, I have never been a huge fan of Smallville. I keep trying to rewatch it, and get lost somewhere around the third season. My husband held on until somewhere in the fourth or fifth season, so I have seen other eps, just not a lot. Lex/Lana, I liked the idea back in Season 1 or so, when Clark and Lex was all buddy like and Lex was chatting her up, getting to know her because of Clark. The idea that the show went ahead and made it a reality - ehh, not so much. Of course the characters of changed a lot, but I think it has to do with the fact that I am an unconventional couple kind of girl. I don't want the story to be told for me. I want to see/read/write all the 50 billion other possibilities. However, if Joss had seen free to not screw over Angel/Cordelia and you know cookie dough junk, I would have been a very happy girl. Now back to the reccs.//

Multi-fandom, ‘Strip’ by ferdalump

ETA: Which Backstreet Boy is Gay? by Morgan. 27 secs. That's all I'm saying. 27 seconds and I had to stop it and leave the room to go get a drink, because I was laughing so hard. This is fricken' hillarious. Oh and BtVS.

And you know - feel free to point me to some more. I could use a good laugh, and you know pass it around.
ps. If any of you Stargate people have any of Hoodat Whatzit's vids, could you hook me up? Her page is gone, and I lost them when my hard drive went 'splodey.

Fan Stuff

Fri, 11 Apr 2008 10:04:44 GMT

One of the media communities I belong to is having a "Yard Sale" this week, so I am posting this stuff for that. This stuff should all be going up on eBay next weekend, so I though I'd give you guys first crack at it. Feel free to ignore me, if you find these kind of posts annoying.

Everything is on a first come / make me an offer kind of deal. I'm not looking to make a fortune, just a few bucks while cleaning out my closet. Pictures available upon request.

1)Star Wars Action Figure - Grand Moff Tarkin (1996 - Never Before offered) NIP, but the package is beat-up and a little crushed.

2)Vampire Angel Action Figure from Angel the Series (2001) NIP - dusty and corners of cardboard a little bent/scratched.

3)Lucita Action Figure from Vampire the Masquerade (2001) NIP - dusty and corners of cardboard a little bent/scratched.

4) Buffy the Vampire Slayer "Pop-Out People" - (2001) Like little stand-up paper dolls, with a graveyard background (2-sided, I don't know what the other side is). Still sealed.

5) Comic Books - All in Very Good and/or new condition in Plastic Sleeves with carboard (except for Wild Thing). I don't know much about these, so I am pretty much going to type what's on the cover.

DC The Adventures of Superman 554 (1998/3) It Lurks Beneath Metropolis
DC Reign of the Supermen Superman Back for Good 82 (1993 / 30)
Superman 131 (1998 /2)[A birth annoouncement for Lex Luthor's daughter]
Fantastic Four 371 Dec [Embossed all white cover]

Angel #1,2 & 3 of 4. Dark Horse Comics Cartoon-style covers.
Angel #1 Limited Edition (DF Exclusive) With Cordelia and Angel on the cover.
Would prefer these 4 to go as a set.

Xena: Warrior Princess #4, 5, 6, 7, 8, & 9.

Wild Thing - The Daughter of Wolverine #1 & #3 - In good condition, but obviously read and not kept in sleeves.

6) Collectible Card Games / Collectible Trading Card Games (similar to Magic: The Gathering or Pokemon) Lots of cards, including rares, these take up half a closet themselves.
Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
X-Files
Hercules & Xena
Other Misc. Games
Buffy: The Vampire Slayer

If you have any questions, comments, or requests, let me know.

New Jewelry

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 11:01:09 GMT