BUSY LIFE IS BUSY. ughhh. had the most amazing weekend ever with laulan, still definitely riding a high from that. :"D on the flipside, i'm not working AGAIN this week. is good b/c gives me some time to catch up on the neverending pile of shit i have to do, but bad b/c MONEYYYYY. *mourns* i'm going to do something new and different this year and get my taxes done BEFORE april 15th-- cus shit, son, i need that money. meh.

anyway, i finally updated the trek fic rec list of doom and it is now officially two posts. christ, i read too much fic. anyway, go forth and amuse yourselves until i have enough brain for a real post.

.....i'm going to go now and possibly answer some emails. my inbox is down below 40 new messages, so that's something, i guess. -_____-;;;

I AM A BOSS.

Title : Passing Inspection
Fandom : White Collar
Characters/Pairing : Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke; pre-Neal/Peter
Rating : PG-13
Warnings : none.
Word Count : 1749
Summary : The theft of a painting provides Neal with the chance to fulfill an old promise; Peter worries what will happen if he takes it.
A/Ns : part five in the 'driven' verse-- parts one thru four here-- with peter pov this time! for the prompt "peter/neal, i can handle temptation" for smallfandomfest, though i didn't get it done in time to post this round of the fest. the westing gallery is not real, and loosely based on my memory of the isabella stewart gardiner museum in boston. x-posted to AO3 and whitecollarfic; many thanks to everyone who's given encouragement on the series so far, i've really loved and appreciated every single comment. and extra love to laulan for the usual stellar accomplice beta job. ♥

( 'I just don't get what the big deal is,' Peter said finally. . . )

oh man, it is so good to have my netbook back in action, and to have the time to use the internet again. *mopeyface* i owe people stuff for help_haiti and i owe money for my own donations, and i will be getting to all of that because I HAVE THE ENTIRE FUCKING WEEKEND OFF. without even asking for it!!! :O i'm going to get a haircut in an hour, and when i come back, Things will Get Done. i missed you guys; i haven't even looked at my flist in nearly two weeks, so if i missed anything, let me know! :333333

and here, have some fic. it's always hilarious to me how much easier it is for me when i handwrite the rough drafts of my fic. later today there might even be some trek fic, if y'all are lucky. :D


Title : Maintenance ('Driven' part 4)
Fandom : White Collar
Characters/Pairing : Neal Caffrey, Elizabeth Burke; pre Neal/Peter
Rating : PG
Warnings : none
Word Count : 1250
Summary : After Neal finds out about Kate, things start to go downhill. Lucky for him there's someone willing to step in and help him out.
A/Ns : this is fourth in the 'driven' verse (read the first three parts here) and as such, AUs from the end of 1x07. written for the prompt "neal/peter, i think i'm going crazy" at smallfandomfest. i sat down to write and elle popped up and said "girl, i got this," so i let her have it. i firmly maintain it is possible for this to be a shippy story without one half of the ship ever appearing in the fic! i hope you guys like. XD x-posted to whitecollarfic which you should all be reading (and writing for!).

( In the week following his late night at the Burkes' house, Neal hadn't done much besides work. )

quick meme, nabbed from vega_ofthe_lyre and everywhere :

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, maybe find a creative alternative?)

my fandoms are here.

01. laulan
02. speccygeekgrrl
03. sekala
04. anowlinsunshine
05. gypsy_sunday
06. grim_lupine
07. siriuslyinluv2
08. barrowjane
09. zoppity
10. pseudicide

and reaction to last night's white collar can aptly be summed up as "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ALSDJALJKSDLFSJFLSKJ!!!!!!11!!!!!1!!ONE!!!!!1!" but in case you don't want the tl;dr version ( click here! )

i have so much shit hanging over my head right now, but i don't even care. i am so happy, everything is awesome. after the amazing weekend i had, tonight was the cherry on the sundae. idek if i'll even be able to sleep for grinning. but seeing how it's 2:25, i should probably try. maybe i'll read more of 'the stand' to calm me down..... anyway, tomorrow is a day of the DMV before WHITE COLLAR RETURNS OMG, so wish me luck.

<3333333

edited with more links below.

FYI : i have two threads at the auction for help_haiti. the one for fic (500+ words, prompt of your choice, three slots available) is here, the one for podfic (anything under 10,000 words) is here. go buy me, bitches. don't let gypsy_sunday have me all to herself. XD

eta : none of you have bid for my podfic! i'll podfic anything, you don't have to have written it, as long as i can get the author's permission.

ETA : i now have another thread for lightning round ficlets; $5 gets you a 300-500 word ficlet, five slots available. GO HERE.

and you guys, if you have any longer fics that you'd enjoy having put into an awesome-looking .pdf designed by femmequixotic, go here. her stuff is pretty awesome; if i hadn't made my own .pdf of reconciliation i'd be bidding on that shit myself. XD

other fannish folks who are offering stuff : leupagus, mediocrechick, leyenn, seperis, raphaela667, audrarose, 1297, the_dala, singingintime, candesgirl and many many more. GO. BID. HELP.

also, dynamicsymmetry tells me that the red cross has raised over eight million dollars just by people texting HAITI to 90999. it donates $10 when you do it, added on to your next cell phone bill. if you don't feel like bidding in the auction, think about doing this instead.

<3

Title : Stop and Go
Fandom : White Collar
Characters/Pairing : Neal, Peter, Elle, Kate; pre Neal/Peter
Rating : T
Warnings : **SPOILERS** for 1x07. Written before 1x08 aired, so AUs from the end of "Free Fall".
Word Count : 2594
Summary : Set during & after the end of 1x07, Neal finds out what Peter's been up to.
A/Ns : Part three of the 'Driven' verse, and longer than the first two put together; read parts one and two if you haven't. Written for the prompt "Peter/Neal, deductive skills" at smallfandomfest and crossposted to whitecollarfic. this 'verse continues to be for laulan, who also beta'd this chapter. <3!

( In the end it was a simple enough answer. )

.on to part four.

i am in a MOOD today. seriously, i really need an icon of toby from TWW with the caption "there is literally nothing and no one that i don't hate right now" because oh my GOD, is it possible for more people to piss me off today? okay, actually, i lie, i have had worse and more pissy days in fairly recent memory, but this is really pushing it. get the fuck out of my way, assholes. *rampages*

there will be fic later because there's nothing like rage to get the creativity flowing. but now, have a meme, stolen from speccygeekgrrl. Pick your five favorite TV shows (in no particular order) and answer the following questions. Don't cheat!

1. white collar
2. battlestar galactica
3. veronica mars
4. carnivale
5. ncis

( answers here. )


okay. that calmed my fury somewhat. i am going to eat an orange, read another short story from "geektastic" (which by the way everyone on my fucking friendslist should be reading-- it is a book of short stories about being a geek. fan conventions, doctor who, quiz bowl, and i hate cassie claire a little less for poking thinly veiled fun at milliways. pretty awesome) and then finish editing my fic to post. and then i am going to reply to LJ comments and emails. hopefully by then i will have calmed the rest of the way down. XD

also i am wearing my movie star sweater today. *puts nose in air, minces*

slowly but surely working through emails. have gotten it down from 42 to 28. *pants, wipes forehead* ugh.

also everyone should go watch theflophouse for multi-fandom recs by people who rock. it's going to be a party over there, and y'all should get a front row seat. XD

i have counseling tonight. i don't want to go. i know i need to go, but i really don't want to. i just want to go home and take a nap, wake up long enough to eat something and talk to laulan and post my white collar fic, and then go back to sleep. *crai*

time to bundle up and brave the cold. *salutes* check y'all later.

newsflash : i am an *asshole*. the latest round of trek_exchange, the one i exhorted everyone to sign up for, the one i was so excited about writing? was due yesterday. aaaaaaand guess who didn't even start it yet. FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. i asked for an extension, but dear god, i feel like a dick. *facepalms forever*

right now i'm stressing about the next placement i'll potentially be taking with the temp agency. it's doing phone calls and customer service, which is annoying b/c it means i'll likely not have access to the internet, unless the company is way cool and the job is way easy-- which is good for getting writing done, as i tend to write quite productively longhand, but it sucks b/c it means i'll basically never have the time to check my flist and stuff the way i want to-- but they require a fucking drug test, which means i might not get the placement anyway. thank you new year's eve shenanigans. *salutes* it's just funny-- before last weekend the last time i'd smoked was the middle of september, and before that was the fourth of july. i'm not exactly a pothead here, lol. and i'm just really getting sick of this temping thing. but part of me wonders if i shouldn't look for a real job because i'm seriously planning to move in september. nine months isn't a terribly long time to work at a job, and i don't want to screw a place over, you know? ugh. UGH I SAY.

anyway. ( writing to-do list, totally skippable )

i owe so many people so many emails and comments and tags, oh my god, it's so fucking daunting i don't even know where to start. i need a vacation. again. :( please, if i've been owing you something, or if you made a post you think i need to see, or anything, drop me a comment here. ilu guys.

♥

this is going to be short because over the past three hours i have progressed from feeling vaguely muzzy to flat-out congested and nauseous. this was SUPPOSED to be a "hooray holidays are over and i can finally get back to things like writing and actually checking my flist once in a while" but, fail. i just can't get a break-- real post will come tomorrow, hopefully.

but one thing i will do is ask if any of you lovely folks have a used spain-spanish rosetta stone that you might be willing to sell-- my dear peregrina is going to spain in the summer and would like to be able to ask where the library is and tell people that the pen of her uncle is in the red basket. XD

i have to close at lush tonight. i would like to put mondays in a corner, or have the bear jew do it for me. (oh right, i saw IB finally and fucking adored the shit out of it. review forthcoming when i'm not dying.)

--eta--
holy fuck i love the internet. because sherlockkink is definitely the thing i never knew i was missing from my monday. .....also anyone looking at my browser history would be extremely confused as to why i'm researching names of high schools in ritzy north-shore long island. laulan i hope you're happy. :P

Title : a table set for six (and five were there)
Fandom : Gentlemen Bastards
Characters/Pairing : Bug, Locke Lamora, Jean Tannen, Sabetha Belacoros, Calo & Galdo Sanza, Father Chains
Rating : PG
Warnings : none
Word Count : 5193
Summary : pre-series, gen. he learns something from each of them.
A/Ns : for autohaptic for yuletide 2009. thanks to sekala and raindissolved for the beta reads, and to laulan for all the encouragement, cheerleading and bribery-- i mean motivation. XD

( The sun has well cleared the rooftops of the Videnza... )

i had a really good christmas. more to come later (am spending quality time with my brother-- last night watched 'iron man' and the BSG miniseries, this morning it's 'lock stock and two smoking barrels' and 'inglourious basterds' before i take him to his train) but i just have to rec you all my yuletide presents, which were all three mindblowingly amazing. any one would have been a fantastic gift to wake up to on christmas morning, but three-- seriously, i have the best yule fairy *ever*.

all three fics are for patricia mckillip's riddle-master series (which i actually had thought was the fandom i was least likely to get written, which makes this all the more exciting.
- The Scars On His Hands - "who paid for his shape with the scars on his hands, and to whom?" five shapes har of osterland learned, and one he didn't. i cannot even express how amazing each piece of this fic is-- every section is its own self-contained story, but strung together they tell, essentially, the story of har's life and the way it was shaped and bound. it's gorgeous-- my yule fairy is an *awesome* writer-- and the tone of the books echoes perfectly throughout the story. i love everything about this, seriously it's left me a bit incoherent with glee. and i'll just be over here shipping har/suth forever now kthx...
-Mountain Time - "there are many paths to luthe's house in the mountains." when i asked for a crossover with "the hero and the crown" i really, really never thought i'd get it. this is short but very sweet-- lyra sets off into the woods, and when she stops it's to rest a while with luthe and aerin. i can just imagine the three of them having adventures and being awesome together; it's the best kind of crossover, where i see a whole other world unfolding from the meeting of the canons. i do ship lyra/aerin quite a lot, and adding luthe to the mix is double awesome -- this is one of those fics that makes me say, as raindissolved has said to me before, i want to write fanfiction for this fanfiction. XD
-Spear, Knife, Hand, Arrow - four weapons lyra learned. this is awesome for its perfect character study (and really, as someone who's just a weak weak thing for a good character study, getting beautifully written character pieces for my two favorite characters in the fandom is the best present *ever*) - it shows all the things i love about lyra; her vulnerability, her strength, her understanding of people, her tumultuous relationship with her mother, her loyalty, her desire to prove herself-- it's just beautifully and deftly done, weaving it into a story of her as a fighter and a girl who takes her place in a world much bigger than she is. A+

and then yesterday i got a comment on my own submission that nearly made me tear up, it was so awesome. :"} so, rec me your own yuletide presents, folks, i'd love to know what you got. XD

okay, time for lock stock. back later. and please flist, pray i stop feeling like death, this is not going to be pleasant if i get sick.

it's 11:20 am, we were supposed to leave the house at 10 am, and none of us (mom, brother or i) are dressed. i'm not even showered. YAAAAAAAAY HOLIDAY TRAVEL WIN. -_____-;;;;;;;

on the other hand, clearly the universe is trying to make up for the last month of suck, because AO3 is showing that i have two gift fics waiting for me when yuletide gets revealed tomorrow. O.O;;;; ngl, that kind of broke my brain a little bit. i also have a list of prompts from pinch hits i didn't get that i plan to spend some of the next two days writing, when i'm not eating myself stupid, that is. xmas with my fam is always nuts, but i am looking forward to it-- though by saturday i'll be looking forward to coming home as well, most likely. it's also going to be kind of nice to have sunday just to spend with my brother. neither of us have to work and he's not leaving til monday morning, which also means i'll have some time to myself before mom comes home on tuesday. in any case, it's going to be really nice to just kick back and have some time to chillax.

i'll probably be posting throughout the weekend, but in case i don't remember to say so tomorrow, i hope that everyone who's celebrating christmas has a bright and lovely one, and everyone who isn't celebrating enjoys their day off in a suitably hedonistic fashion. XD

♥ love you guys.

yesterday :
- finished my yuletide
- beta read 3 others
- posted douxquemiel's (and did her coding AND GAVE IT A TITLE because i'm awesome like that and apparently in skeletor's world titles are for losers) (but the fic is so fucking awesome i can't believe not only is it her first fic ever but she wrote the bitch in like two hours, what the FUCK sarah)
- talked to laulan on the bus (and heard about how she dreamed i was pregnant and getting a vintage kitten tattooed on my arm.... yeah i got nothing)
- left my day job and went straight to lush ostensibly for a 5:30-11:30 shift
- someone called out so it was just me and randy on for most of the night
- didn't leave lush til after midnight
- talked to laulan again on the way home to distract myself from how badly i wanted a fucking cigarette and didn't have one
- got home at 12:45
- did face mask to help skin feel & look less like someone who's been dead for a few days
- went to sleep at 1:45

today :
- got up at 5:50
- email from laulan started me off with a smile (putting it mildly)
- however didn't have enough time to find and put on my warm furry boots
- coffee i made at home tasted like ass
- however did talk to cute girl in starbucks for a moment
- both lights on my desk were magically not working (not a lightbulb issue) had to get new lamps from storage
- read lheena's yuletide (and it's awesome-- fans of lemony snicket should plan to read it)
- am so tired i have that dead/sick feeling in my chest
- need to go xmas shopping for grandparents after work

and it's 10:30am. oh yeah. today's going to be great. ;______;

i have so much shit still to do on the internet (like pay attention to my rpg's, oh my god) but i am so fucking tired right now, i literally-- it's all i can do to be sitting upright right now. idek. hopefully after lunch i will feel better....

but tomorrow is my date with inglourious basterds, pineapple express, and not getting dressed until 4pm. i think that's a good goal. :3


eta : important for those planning to claim a yuletide pinch hit : please read this very important post here.

so yeah, i left work yesterday at 2:00, went home and slept til 7, then spent the night on the couch with chicken soup, toast and tea, and went to bed BEFORE MIDNIGHT FOR ONCE. mostly because laulan forced me, but you know, whatever. XD i definitely had a fever when i left work, and it took me until i woke up at 7 to feel warm again-- a sure sign that if i hadn't bailed, i'd probably be legit sick right now. UGH.

and just in case you were all wondering, i have the best internet wife ever-- i was telling laulan about my health-fail yesterday and she said if she were there she'd make me soup and read to me, and i said how no one had read to me in years, she said that was a travesty, etc-- and then what did she go and do, but record herself reading the first chapter of little women and email it to me. *_____*;;;; seriously, you guys, you know you want in on our plural internet marriage.

1297 is holding a little drabble meme here, and the three-sentence ficathon at caramelsilver's journal is still going on. so go write some holiday fic!

i, meanwhile, am going to take my own directive and go finish my yuletide. because jfc being a zombie yesterday did not help my productivity. ;___;

henceforth thursday shall be meme day, i think. ganked this one from waldorph, leupagus, vega_ofthe_lyre and others.

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any story I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.


so that three sentence ficlet thing has caused me to add, most definitely, a brucolac/uther doul fic to my to-write list. god knows when it'll get done or what it'll be about-- because of the way i write, i'm going to need to reread that goddamn book for research, or hope to god there's a comprehensive article on either or both of them in wikipedia somewhere, because fuck, it'll be hard enough trying to write in mieville's style without tearing my hair out, let alone having to worry about if i've got the facts right. but fuck, i love that pairing SO much and i'm sad i didn't end up offering it for yuletide. well, maybe i'll find a new year's resolution or something. *shrug*

it is cold as a motherfucking witch's tit outside. my clothing today consists of tights, two pairs of socks, leggings, fur-lined knee-high boots, a corduroy skirt that goes past my knees, tank top, two long-sleeved shirts and a scarf, and then to go outside i add on top a fur-lined hoodie, two pairs of gloves (one that reaches to my elbows), a hat on top of the hood of the hoodie, and my wool winter coat. AND I WAS STILL FUCKING FREEZING. jesus fucking christ. i feel like mrs. whatsit, a little bit; winter days are my glory. i love being out in the cold-- as long as i'm fucking bundled up enough not to freeze my goddamn nose off. >_<;;;;;

sigh. time to go put all that shit back on and go get the mail. i'm glad i called out on monday, but right now i wish i could somehow pull a locke lamora-- fake puking my guts up and go the fuck home. OH WELL. *puts on big-girl underpants* also hello and welcome to my new/old friends from killerbeautiful, i've missed you guys. XD

♥

--eta : on laulan's advice i did a little xmas shopping today. felt good, until i realized that this is my short money week because i always forget that my student loan payment automatically comes out on the 15th. it's okay, i mean i'll be fine, i just.... can't buy myself starbucks at all until next payday. -___-;;;; but i did get some things i'm really excited about giving, so that's nice. and it's good to know i'll get even more shopping done after actual xmas. i just hate that panicky feeling, you know, when you go look at your bank account and you're like FFFFFFFF. le sigh. but i have my mom and brother taken care of now, so. \o/?

--eta2 : somehow today has turned into a no good very bad emo fest over here in emily land. twitter is silent as the grave and even crab rangoons for lunch have not helped my mood (and that is some serious shit right there, ngl). anyone have any fic recs or something for me? i don't even care if i know the fandom at this point, lol, if it's funny or smutty, lay it on me. i need a pick me up, jfc.

--eta3 : OH, I'M RUNNING A FEVER YOU SAY? THAT MIGHT BE WHY I FEEL LIKE DEATH. going home now, thank christ for slow days at the office.

so i was reading this really interesting article about lady gaga's ability to be grotesque being related to her being white and thin (and it's really interesting, tbh, i mean as i've said, i love gaga, but the blogger does raise an interesting point-- fat / black / latina / asian / trans women probably would not even come close to getting away with that shit becuase in a lot of ways they're already considered grotesque, especially fat women (by which, let's be clear, i mean the industry standard of anyone who's bigger than a size 6)).

so the blogger uses kelly clarkson as an example of someone the industry considers fat, someone who gets ridiculed for being fat by the press-- which confused the fuck out of me. like, i pulled up my mental image of kelly clarkson and went "wait, what?" so i did a google image search for pictures of her, and saw what the blogger meant. yeah, she's not a stick insect. she's got hips and tits and actual thighs (oh my god CAN YOU BELIEVE IT). but i'm just saying, guys, if this is fat :

( cut for image )

then i don't want to be skinny. like, fucking seriously? YOWZA. she's not like, one of my celebrity crushes, but she's fucking gorgeous and that is a hot picture.

and of course as someone who absolutely falls into that 'fat girl' group (as do almost all the women i know, 'cause you don't see me hanging out with many supermodels) i definitely understand the point she's making. i mean yeah, i'm overweight (lol i say as i nom on a chocolate cookie-- WHATEVER) but i don't consider myself grotesque; in fact most of the time i think i'm pretty cute. but it sucks knowing that a lot of people, "the world" as a societal generality, wouldn't agree. and like the blogger says at the end of her post-- those of us who are in those lesser privileged categories don't get to take off the costume at the end of the day. and i'm NOT saying that to bemoan my own situation-- like i said, i'm mostly happy with my body. but when people go "ooh, gaga is so *gross*", that's not really what they're saying-- they're saying, "ooh, gaga wears *gross* so *well*", which is really different, and they should be honest about that.


on a lighter note, this is hilarious.

first of all! :



THREE SENTENCE FICATHON

caramelsilver has an awesome, awesome fest running, and you should all go participate. what's easier than three sentence ficlets? post your own prompts, answer others', everybody have good time. Good.

( links to the ones i've answered so far... )

( and now, my answers to mutantjules's questions from the 'resistance is futile' meme... )

i owe lots of emails (ceilidh i have not forgotten you!) i will get to them before the end of today. i'm trying to be productive; i didn't sleep too well last night though, idk why, so i'm taking it slow today. woke up in a horrible bitchass mood-- a dirty chai helped, but am still pretty grumpy. i *must* finish the rough draft of my yuletide today. i'm way more than halfway done, so. *kicks self into gear, knuckles under*

for any of you with even the smallest, slightest urge to write fanfiction on the internets :

traveller's post about how to write fanfiction on the internets.

seriously. no, seriously. read it. love it. print it out and put it on your wall.


(yuletide is well past the word limit-- now to decide if i want to expand, or keep it short & sweet. DILEMMAS I HAS THEM.)