Holy motherfrick' goshdarn crap. I'm a little hungover this morning.

Correct, no one has EVER been this hungover in the history of hangovers, an illustrious and storied record stretching back to 10,000 B.C.E. when some Stone Age dudes fermented bread and grunted out the pre-verbal equivalent of "hey guys, we should TOTALLY domesticate wolves! Like, what could go wrong?"

How did I get to grad school without ever been this intoxicated, thus RUINING my Vomit-Free since '96 campaign slogan? AND it's the end of term and I'm leaving for Chicago in three days so there is NO FOOD in the house. Because I planned ahead like that. I just didn't take into account my TOTAL LACK OF ALCOHOL TOLERANCE. Seriously, one of the girls who poured me into bed last night is half my size, and she's bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning. The universe has strong opinions about whether or not I should put liquor into my body, apparently. 

Can anyone recommend hangover cures and/or vids, fic, picspams, etc. to make me feel better? Or at the very least more human?

One assignment away from finishing my first term of grad school. And it's a blogging assignment. Oh yeah, LJ is officially valuable work experience. J'adore le "new media."

Gacked from urbancate  as threatened :)

MAKEOUT MEME: Pick a pairing from any fandom, and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words about the kiss that happened in that context.

I do nu!Trek, The Big Bang Theory, Sherlock, real!TV, fake!TV, books in the public domain...pretty much anything, really. Hit me up.

 Just a quick Molly/Moriarty snippet with more to come. Unbeta'd

( The worst thing about the whole bloody business was... )
There is just nothing about this pairing I don't adore. Dark? Vicious? Unhinged? Sign me up! 

 Just pulled my first all-nighter. Website and cataloguing assignments are finished, turned in, and officially out-of-mind. Sleep-cycle totally screwed, so I might as well get on the Internet, yes/yes? 

seren_ccd prompted me to create a television show full of pretty, pretty people. So here it is! (gosh this thing kind of got away from me. Enjoy this over-involved premise!)

Coming this fall to HBO (Hopelessly Boring Operations), from the writer of Blood on the Saddle, a new programme about family and betrayal, loyalty and power, and the things we do to keep our world in order...

( Conductor, Premiering the 12th of Never )

 My entire mind has been swallowed by grad school. It's that part of the term where the due-dates are coming hard and fast, and it's time to buckle down and work or fall apart like cheap rope. So I'm doing an Internet meme. Because I am a grown-up lady, yes indeedy I am. 

The meme of the moment is...

 Basically, you guys give me seven (7) actors/actresses and I'll come up with a television show for them. I'll give a blurb and character descriptions. In return, I'll give you seven actors/actresses and you do the same!

Comment here and the first seven actors/actresses, I'll use and give you some in return.

How neat is that?

seren_ccd prompted me with a Truly Excellent cast...

( Seriously, everyone on my TV is the Hottest Ever... )

The pre-planning for the Novel is going well, about three-quarters done. I'd be finished by now if I wasn't obsessively searching the web for BBC!Sherlock fic about Molly and Moriarty and Molly + Moriarty = WANT WANT WANT. Expect fic soon. *facedesk*

 Blood on the Saddle, Part 5/5



( Everyone knows. Everyone. )
Big thanks to anneedelalune  for beta'ing.

It's been a long road getting this thing done. Thanks for sticking with it, and with me. 

Blood on the Saddle, Part 4

(thanks to anneedelalune  for beta'ing)



( she wants so much from him, it twists her up inside )

 Blood on The Saddle, Part 3.


( People Talk. Maybe it's human nature. )

Part 4 and 5 to come.

Title: Some Kind Of Fairy Tale
Pairing: implied Azkadelia/Zero, implied DG/Cain
Rating: PG, nothing happens, sorta
Spoilers: through the end of SciFi's "Tin Man"
Summary: Azkadelia burned all the clothes the Witch wore on her body
Notes: Ahahaha, TIN MAN FIC. 


( imagine something old as night and twice as dark )

 Oof. I must be more emotional about this move/grad school thing than I thought. Everything that has happened, good and bad, in the last 36 has seemed like LIFE OR DEATH OMG to me. I'm sure all students think they're making a terrible mistake. I certainly did as an undergrad, and that turned out quite well, so I'm taking all of my emotions with a grain of salt. 

Tonight after despairing of my roommate situation (omg, they're so stand-offish, so aloof, I'll be alone in this suite forever), one of them has organized a Saturday night out for all of us, as well as playing Cranium with me and a handful of others from the floor. She also loaned me sheets (mine are stuck in transit and last night I slept in my coat 'cause I'm a classy lady). All is right with the world. I can do this. 

But who cares? Fic! This was originally posted at trial_by_water under the name la_belle_dame . 

 Oh god oh god oh god, remember when I used to post on LiveJournal? Oh man, remember that?! 

Wow, so after months of stagnation, months of hanging around doing a big, fat nothing, a TON has happened in a very short period of time. I've moved to Canada, Vancouver, to be specific, and have just had my first day of graduate school. It's been pretty nuts. I move into residence tomorrow with three strangers with whom I've never spoken. I have my first proper class in 18 months tomorrow afternoon. My boxes, including all my bedding (whoops), are arriving on Monday. I'm running on adrenaline and coffee fumes at this point, but it's done. I'm out of Illinois and into a real, grown-up life. Where apparently everyone is married or paired up (jeepers says the single girl).

So yes, fic. Fic fic fic. I've written the rest of Blood on the Saddle, true facts. It's just a matter of typing it up and posting it. Expect some updates in that department soon. This is due primarily to europa_kore  who messaged me and asked me to finish the series. How could I say no?

In addition, I'm going to be uploading my backlog of fic onto this journal, but I'll do my best not to spam anyone with OBSCURE FIC from NON-EXISTANT FANDOMS! 

Ah LiveJournal, good to be back.

And also, as promised, Blood on the Saddle.

( she'd assisted her father before, but never like this )For all of you lovely people, but in particular for ohlily because she said she needed an update.

Writers are different from normal people. Yes, normal people, I say with fully understanding the implications of the phrase. After my evening out a week ago with fashion_plot  (Starbucks new whole leaf tea and a movie), I'm convinced that people who write are fundamentally different from people who don't. 

I saw The Wolf Man , the remake with Sir Anthony "BAMF" Hopkins, whose performance was worth the price of admission alone. As a fan a werewolf lore, I was excited to see the film and particularly interested that it was a (reasonably good) adaptation of the 1941 screenplay. Fun, gore-filled times ensued. 

However. There was a moment, nay, several moments where I began constructing fic for a ship that does not exist. Nobody in their right mind would look at the protagonist's love interest, Gwen Conliffe, and the disbelieving-eventually-bitten-the-cycle-repeats Inspector Francis Aberline from Scotland Yard and say, I want fic. 

You know, post-movie fic where she stays in the ruined manor for some reason and he's there too, and she kind of hates him and God and everybody, and he's changing into a wolf but locks himself up to keep the villagers safe, and she doesn't love him enough to kill him to break the curse, and he knows that but sometimes when the moon is waxing, he can smell her, like on his clothes and in the house, and he doesn't want to think about what that means for them. 

On a interesting note, this is not the most obscure ship I've ever written. My Ivanhoe fanfic would have to win that prize, only to be challenged by the Tudors AU I'm plotting where the Duke of Buckingham marries Catherine of Aragon.

Like I said, a different breed. 

Who am I kidding? I'm writing it. I wrote it. Forgive me, flist. 

 
( to look into the eyes of the wolf is to see your own soul )