Title: Infatuation
Author: rosethorne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal, dub-con, angst, not beta-read
Prompt: Slayers, Xelloss/Zelgadis: silence (trying to be silent during semi-public sex) - not here, not now, not you. Originally due on the 22nd.
Word count: 1,717
Summary: Sequel to Tryst. Shut out again and forced to watch Amelia fawn over Zelgadis from a distance, Xellos catches up to the chimera in a library.
A/N: Totally got away from me, and decided it needed a plot, and turned into angst. It’s late. Sorry!
A/N 2: I should note that this fic series will likely be continued as part of a prompt for Slayers Kinkfest in another community.

( He had no current missions, and had, frankly, planned to keep Zelgadis in a bed and naked until his master summoned him again, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. )

Searching for something entirely different, I just ran across the transcribed file of the journal I kept for six days in the spring of 1999, when my high school sent its concert choir and jazz band to England and France for a week and a half. It's very strange for me to read now, even beyond the usual disconnect of no longer familiar language. I'd never kept a diary before and couldn't settle on a comfortable tone; the text is spattered with parentheses and dashes and ellipses, as though I couldn't simply let a statement stand; and even with all the hedging, I can still see some of the places where I was condensing or eliding out of frustration at the time it took me to get anything down on paper. An embarrassing number of parenthetical notes seem to be apologizing for the state of my handwriting. And that doesn't touch the really blackmail-worthy material—it's a credit to J. Michael Straczynski that I compared Versailles to Centauri Prime, but the sentence "Earlier we went to Montmartre, to the Basilica of the Sacred Heart and a square where the artists hang out, like in 'An American in Paris'" should automatically disqualify a person from all intelligent discourse. (My brother and I were just looking at Toulouse-Lautrec this afternoon, too.) Still, I am not really sorry that the following was preserved:

I wish we had been able to stay in Canterbury longer. They were Roman ruins beneath some of the buildings, Roman roads beneath the modern streets. There was even a museum—underground, I believe, in a villa that had had the city built over it. Romans aside, I just liked the town. There were old buildings, interesting stores, churches faced with flint next to very modern concrete. (Canterbury was bombed very badly during WWII—made me think of "A Tale of Time City")—I just wanted to stay there.

It's good to know one is consistent in certain things.

Title: The Unrequited Hypothesis
Series: Big Bang Theory
Character/Pairing: Howard/Raj
Word count: 724
Rating: PG-13
Author’s note: - Big Bang Theory, Howard/Raj; touching while they think the other one is asleep - No one will ever know. Takes place during the camping trip. A bit angsty. At first, at least.

( The Unrequited Hypothesis )

So Ten Inch Hero has been on my to-watch list since I read a transcript of this scene:





knowing that Jensen Ackles would be playing Priestly. WARNING: this is the second best scene in the movie.

The VERY best scene in the movie( spoilers )

Title: Suit Yourself
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Word count: 1067
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “I think it’d suit you.”
Author’s note: - Merlin (BBC series), Arthur/Merlin: banter - "...you can't be serious.”. based from a scene from the last ep. I made the mistake of joking with searains that it needed fic. She made me do it.

The title is as per usual, a retarded pun.

( Suit Yourself )

Title: How Merlin Got His Groove Back (Except That He Never Really Had It In The First Place.)
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: lightish Arthur/Merlin, Gwen/Morgana
Rating: PG
Word count:1077
Summary: Morgana has a Brilliant Plan to teach Merlin how to dance. This of course, means that Arthur has to play the part of the ‘girl’.
Author’s note: - Merlin (BBC), Arthur/Merlin - Dancing - Teaching Merlin how to dance means that Arthur has to play the girl's part

( How Merlin Got His Groove Back  )

Title: Summoning Xellos
Author: Chrissy Sky
Rating: R for alluded sex and random deer slaughter
Warnings: The deer slaughter in the very beginning, Yaoi.
Prompt: Slayers, Zelgadis/Xelloss: au, magical bonding - Zelgadis is a wizard, Xelloss is bound to him as his demon familiar
Word Count: 10,534
Summary: AU, Yaoi. Wizard Zelgadis summons a demon.
A/N: When I saw the prompt, immediately a strange amalgamation of Howl’s Moving Castle, Xena: Warrior Princess, and Slayers began to form. I’ve tried my best in the last month and a half to capture that.
A/N 2: This is dedicated to the prompter, for reasons which she knows. This is all I can do and I gave it my best.

Read here. It was too big for LJ, and I didn't want to do two seperate posts.

Title: Acciacina (2)
Series: Seiken Densetsu 3
Character/Pairing: Hawk/Lise
Rating: PG at most?
Word count: 1015
Author’s note: - Seiken Densetsu 3, Hawk/Lise: displays of affection - flowers in the desert. By the way, the flower is a mix of a Moonflower and Gardena, while the name derived from an Acacia.


( Acciacina 2 )

Mike Brown has a paper he'd like you to look at.

“The size, density, and formation of the Orcus-Vanth system in the Kuiper belt.”

[Since when did Dreadstar star getting worlds named after him?]

So I watched Ninja Assassin tonight! GO WATCH IT.

The bad:

Women in Fridges: 2 (1 total fridging, one a bit more complex)

Times it passed the Bedchel Test: 0

Times I wanted to yell at the female lead "NO, DON'T DO THAT!": 1

The good:

Awesome POC leads: 2

Times 2 POCs talked to each other about something other than white people: Lost count

Times Rain was shirtless: Lost count

Times Rain was tied up: 2

Times I thought, "Hey, flash step!": 3

Times I found myself working on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles crossover: 2

The YMMV:

Arterial bloodsprays: Lost count

Flying body parts: Lost count

Rain kissing scenes: Only 2, and both pretty tame

Boy band/pop star jokes: 1

Times Rain was in the RAIN: Lost count

Camp value: APPROACHING INFINITY

So yeah. RECOMMENDED.

On the DWJ website: Due out this year, 2009, is a new Diana Wynne Jones novel Enchanted Glass. A stand-alone book, not part of any series, there are the expected magicians, but it also includes giant vegetables, revenge by cauliflower cheese (?!) and fortune-telling using racing tips. Something to look forward to, Enchanted Glass will be published by HarperCollins in the UK and Greenwillow in the US.

It's out in Australia in January 2010!
And it sounds GLORIOUS!

Watching Jim Carrey movie. The things I do for love.

Holiday cards!!!

I know that I've already marked down most of my friends list for holiday cards just responding to everyone else's posts. However, if we haven't already spoken and you'd like to receive or send a card just let me know! ^_^

I'm screening comments on this post so you can either comment here with your addy or send me a PM.

Remember my batshit insane boss? The one who has bought so much crappy jewelry from eBay in anticipation of opening an online store that the thousands of tiny bags have consumed her bedroom and forced her to sleep on the living room couch for the past six months, the one who twice in the past two weeks gave her credit card and personal information to email scams, the one who is constantly sipping Bacardi Melon from a water bottle, the one who is letting two unemployed cocaine addicts lurk around her house, the one who suddenly NO SPEEKA ZE ENGLISH whenever I tell her that whatever she wants me to do is unrealistic/outside the range of my skills/prohibitively expensive/humanly impossible?

Yeah, that batshit insane boss. x__x

I managed to list a whopping total of five of her items on eBay yesterday, after I tangled with her various other problems. She's concerned that they haven't sold yet, and she thinks the problem is that my brief, Access-form-generated descriptions aren't "personal" enough. Which they probably aren't, but you know what? She has at least a thousand items that need to eventually be organized, photographed, photoshopped, priced, described, added to the databased and listed on eBay. I can only do so many of these things. Naturally, when I suggest that she write the descriptions, she's all "NO SPEEKA ZE ENGLISH D: D:" and immediately reaches for the rum bottle. And then she takes another drink when I point out that her prices are significantly higher than those of other eBay merchants (she bought most of this junk on eBay, but thinks that she can turn around and sell it for three times what she paid.) And then another drink when I insist that she truthfully describe what she's selling (even I know that most gemstones, and virtually all gemstones in the price and quality range that she's selling, are routinely dyed, heat treated, irradiated, oiled, plasticized, resin coated, etc.) I'm not sure if she doesn't understand this or if she thinks that she can jack up her prices if she doesn't disclose the truth, but eBay does have policies on that sort of thing. I've been trying to coax her paring her online sales down to a level that she can manage and instead sell her wares at fairs, festivals, and those sort of places... but she's absolutely convinced that the internet is her magical ticket to making loads of money. Apparently she's missed the news on the dot-com bubble.

I can handle doing web design, graphics, and basic eBay training for this woman, but I am not her business partner. I don't want to be her business partner. If anything, from her I've been learning how not to run a business. I'll finish the design stuff - what she hired me to do! - but since she's barely able to use a computer, she's going to have to hire someone else to run the eBay store. I'm just totally exasperated, and I feel like I've tried every possible strategy to get through to her. I have other work to do! I have school! I have a life! I don't have time for this! orz

In other news, I managed to buy nothing on Black Friday save for some drill bits to replace the ones my father took when he got kicked out. But now the basement has a lovely laminate floor and wall of shelves. It's starting to look less like a storage area and more like the sewing studio I envision! I got rid of a lot of bulky furniture so there's actually room to open the cutting table, and I turned an entire wall into a long desk for the sewing machines. I might even add a designated model robot assembly area. >:D

The only problem is that while I'll soon have a nice area to work on costumes (I'm currently planning to cosplay Azai Nagamasa from Samurai Warriors 3 so I can carry around an 8 foot long phallic weapon)... there aren't many cons to dress up at! Unless Katsucon surprises me and adds some guests that I haven't seen over 9000 times before, I'm not going to bother going. Lately, it feels less like a con and more like a big weeaboo party. Bleh. I wonder if I could drum up interest for a spring cosplay picnic or something.

Went next door and asked them to demonstrate the marvels of ipod. After demonstration, think a nice uncomplicated mp3 player is much more what I need.

Then spent another coupla heart-breaking hours trying to get my Woxin AU collected in one place without random lines that *no* I did not put there myself and that *no* are not borders. This involves pasting lj entries into Wordpad so the html frames/ boxes/ whatever vanish. I dislike Wordpad because you can't change the default Times New Roman font, and when you go to change it to Courier New it gives you a list of fonts from here to Siberia. Then I c&p into OpenOffice, which I dislike because its spacing is wonky between paragraphs and it wants to save everything in its own file extension instead of .rtf. Look at the resulting product in Word 2003, which renders everything into caps. Hate hate hate.

I want my Word 2000 back. *It* never reproduced frames and boxes; I could ctr-c ctr-v from a webpage and get nothing but the text. *It* had no trouble rendering 13 pt Courier. I want my old 14" monitor back. *It* was perfectly happy with 800x600. *It* never made me squint to read great swathes of text so that now my head hurts. I could write on that monitor.

Fooey.

Title: Guilty
Author/Artist: Ansela Jonla
Rating: R
Warnings: non-explicit mentions of sex with a minor
Prompt: - Bleach; Urahara/Byakuya, guilty for wanting your hands, your mouth, your skin this much.
Word count: 292
Summary: Urahara is guilty.
A/N: Sorry I haven't managed to get any of my other fics out yet. Life has slammed me recently, with illness and with uni work. Prompt - Bleach; Urahara/Byakuya, guilty for wanting your hands, your mouth, your skin this much.

( Guilty for wanting your hands, your mouth, your skin this much. )

Hello to everyone from the anon meme friending meme! There are a lot of you this time, gosh. I mean--compared to last time. Or maybe not; I don't feel like counting.


Aaaah I bought new clothes yesterday, including a black shirt that actually shows off my ~cleavage~, which is sizable. (I may break some of my guy friends' brains. I'm always very buttoned-up and proper, in dress if not in speech. Or in manner.) This means, of course, that I need new bras in order to show off said ~cleavage~ to its greatest effect. gdi breasts.

I also bribed my mother, with coffee, into taking a detour into Barnes and Noble and bought the third and fourth Dante Valentine novels outright, because I am saaaad and refuse to wait for them through ILL. I also bought Bangkok Tattoo for the sake of completeness, because Bangkok 8 is one of my favorite books ever. Its two sequels? Not as good, but they have Sonchai Jitpleecheep, and that's all I need.


Also, I finally worked up the balls to post my hetaliasunshine fic.


Suddenly I want to change my journal layout again.

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