i carin úcarë sarmënen

Okay, so I've gone through and moved all my fic to an online archive (Vapor Traces), linked the original entries there, and unlocked everything in my LJ since there's no actual fiction in the journal anymore. (ETA: Also, I screened all comments to entries that were formerly flocked, since I know some people say things in comments to flocked entries that they wouldn't say in a comment to a public entry. Just so you know.)

Now that I've done that, I'm also going through and unfriending anyone I had friended solely because they wanted to read my fic. It's nothing personal; I'm just trying to cut my flist down to people I actually read, and then I might even be am transitioning all of my flist-reading over to my other LJ—RPS and FPS alike.

ETA: If you aren't someone I had reciprocally friended to let you read my fic, and if I unfriended you today and didn't re-friend you with my other LJ, and if you think we're actually friends? It's likely I'm being stupid. Feel free to email me with a "Yo, bitch, wtf?!" *g*

Title: Seven Inches From the Midday Sun
Fandom: CWRPS
Pairing: Chris/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1100
Beta: casspeach
Challenge: Porn Battle (fourth verse, same as the first) – summertime

Summary: Jensen grins, lets his head hang down so he can roll the cool wet bottle across the nape of his neck. "Blow me," he says, and as always it's as much an offer as a retort. "I don't see you heading down to Assfuck, Oklahoma."

Warnings: Caveat lector.

( Seven Inches From the Midday Sun )

Title: untitled Jared/Jeff for Killa
Fandom: SPN RPS
Words added: 859
Total words: 2358

Now I'm off to re-watch the last few eps of season one, for details. Oh, the hardship. *koff*

Title: House Rules
Fandom: SGA RPS
Pairing: Joe/Katherine, Joe/Jason
Rating: R
Words: ~2300
Beta: ethrosdemon and molly_o were both kind enough to look over the pool-playing scene for me; wickedwords gave it a final once-over and reassured me that I'd fulfilled my mandate. *g*
Challenge: written for littlemimm's Yuletide 2006 request
Prompt: "Any male/male slash with guys from the following list: Connor, the two Davids, Jason, Joe, Kavan and Paul. :) Like, DavidH/Paul or Connor/Kavan or Joe/Jason or whatever your heart desires."

Summary: It has to be the timing, Joe tells himself, because if Jason habitually checked out his ass when he wasn't looking, someone would've noticed it and there would've been teasing.

A/N: Now that the author reveal has happened, I can also mention that a lot of this was inspired by terriblyscrewed's Special Hell; she's got an implied scene with Jason, Joe, and Rainbow and a pool table, and I promised her I'd write that threesome some day. This isn't quite that story, but it's a good temporary replacement.

( House Rules )

Title: Stand-In
Fandom: SGA RPS
Words added: 348
Total words: 1129

Title: The Problem with Nepotism
Series: Non-Traditional
Fandom: SGA RPS
Pairing: David/Paul, Kate
Rating: R for language
Words: ~900

Summary: Kate corners him after the first day of shooting and says, "Does Jane know?"

A/N: I'd try to blame amireal for this one, too, but really, she's only culpable in the most general sense. I was trying to brainstorm for the SGA story I'm supposed to be writing and this sprang, almost full-blown, into my head.

( The Problem with Nepotism )

Title: Mr. Brightside
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: Elijah/Brandon Flowers
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~1000

Summary: Elijah's the groupie for a change.

A/N: I haven't been playing in the RPS sandbox lately, but I caught Elijah's X-Box unveiling on MTV and then realized where I'd heard of The Killers before, and...well, this is the result. Because Brandon Flowers is absolutely lickable and I haven't got poor Elijah laid in way too long.

( Mr. Brightside )

Well, I'm kinda-sorta back in LJ-land. I'm mostly spending my time over at my non-RPS LJ at the moment, as I've been a little obsessed with The Fast and the Furious and Stargate: Atlantis. I still have a few LotRiPS and other miscellaneous RPS stories in progress, and I'm hoping to eventually finish them, but no promises.

It's a little early -- by at least four hours -- but better early than late.

You're a most wonderful friend; thank you for everything. Hope next year is better than this last one has been.

( here's your prezzie (fic to follow) )

My biofather killed himself on Tuesday.

I posted about it in my non-RPS LJ.