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23 July 2011 @ 02:00 pm
Title: Counting Bodies Like Sheep
Fandom: Teen Wolf (2011)
Rating: T/M for violence and language
Category: Drama, hurt/comfort, pre-slash (Derek/Stiles)
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that are part of Teen Wolf. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize. (None in this installment)

Prompt: Stiles needs to be bitten and turned in order to save his life. Scott won't do it. Derek will.

The implications of this. That word. Pack. Until the moment he'd sunk his teeth into Stiles and felt the infection spreading in the human's blood as it spilled into his mouth, he hadn't comprehended it either. The enormity of what he was doing.Collapse )
 
 
feeling: scared
 
 
10 December 2010 @ 07:08 am
Title: A Thousand Feet Per Second
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: M for depictions of violence
Category: Angst
Word Count: 750ish
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.

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I wonder how people can’t tell. Sitting all around me at dinner, every significant person I know in New York, and no one can tell.Collapse )
 
 
feeling: exhausted
hearing: hedley perfect
 
 
06 December 2010 @ 03:10 am
Title: A Thousand Feet Per Second
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: M for depictions of violence
Category: Angst
Word Count: Just under 200, written in 15 minutes.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.

Summary: When everything begins to go wrong, you search the archive of your brain to find when the last time was that you felt free.



When the sense of apathy disappeared, I knew it was a dangerous sign.Collapse )
 
 
feeling: depressed
hearing: hedley perfect
 
 
29 August 2010 @ 06:14 pm
I read The Hunger Games a month after it was published and fell in love. I finally was able to read Catching Fire this week, along with Mockingjay the following day (both books in 2 and a half days, woot). Being part of Tumblr sort of leads me to make graphics for current obsessions. It's been A LOT of THG lately. I personally prefer Kaya Scodelario as Katniss and Alex Pettyfer as Peeta, so that's who is in all of these icons. :) These are my first icons posted in nearly two years. They're nothing amazing, cropped from the graphics I've made for Tumblr, but they're something, right?

1-9 Katniss/Peeta icons
10-20 Katniss/Peeta graphics
21-22 Katniss/Peeta wallpaper (1280x800 + 1920x1280)




May the odds be ever in your favor.Collapse )
 
 
feeling: blah
 
 
01 August 2010 @ 07:59 pm
Title: Parameters
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: R/M for language -- if you’ve seen the series, you’re fine.
Category: Angst, drama, romance, friendship, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.
Warnings: Cancer!fic (NOT a death!fic)
Dedicated: For gundamnook who asked for this fic as the winning bidder from help_haiti!
Summary: Justin Taylor ignored the symptoms. Ignored the nausea, the headaches, the nosebleeds. But he couldn’t ignore the colorblindness. With a dire diagnosis, he’s making his way back to Pittsburgh for the first time in two and a half years to face the music of his mortality once again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.



I hate Fridays because for the last several months, it’s been Justin’s day for treatments. And the last few times he’s been so sick afterward that the smell nearly made me gag. And I have a very relaxed reflex, as should most gay men.Collapse )
 
 
feeling: accomplished
 
 
 
31 July 2010 @ 02:55 pm
Title: Parameters
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: R/M for language -- if you’ve seen the series, you’re fine.
Category: Angst, drama, romance, friendship, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.
Warnings: Cancer!fic (NOT a death!fic)
Dedicated: For gundamnook who asked for this fic as the winning bidder from help_haiti!
Summary: Justin Taylor ignored the symptoms. Ignored the nausea, the headaches, the nosebleeds. But he couldn’t ignore the colorblindness. With a dire diagnosis, he’s making his way back to Pittsburgh for the first time in two and a half years to face the music of his mortality once again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.



But he’s alive and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.Collapse )
 
 
feeling: sick
 
 
29 July 2010 @ 07:21 am
Title: Parameters
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: R/M for language -- if you’ve seen the series, you’re fine.
Category: Angst, drama, romance, friendship, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.
Warnings: Cancer!fic (NOT a death!fic)
Dedicated: For gundamnook who asked for this fic as the winning bidder from help_haiti!
Summary: Justin Taylor ignored the symptoms. Ignored the nausea, the headaches, the nosebleeds. But he couldn’t ignore the colorblindness. With a dire diagnosis, he’s making his way back to Pittsburgh for the first time in two and a half years to face the music of his mortality once again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Eleven. Twelve.



There’s a dozen thoughts going through my head that prove without Justin, I’d probably have been dead a long time ago. Not that I’d admit it to him or anyone else, of course. Especially not to him.Collapse )
 
 
feeling: guilty