next time i get to seduce the hot billionaire

To celebrate the end of 2011, my family and I went for pancakes and then my mom and sister both fell asleep before midnight while I finished a fic that I've been working on for the majority of the summer. Granted, it's only the first chunk of a much larger story, but the first draft is done and that's always satisfying to achieve.

I'm not big on resolutions because I find, like many people, that my enthusiasm for them only lasts for about two weeks before real life come insidiously creeping in and something has to give. So instead of those, I'm going to try some more general goals and see how that works out.

1. Treat myself better, both physically and emotionally.
2. Let myself take time to do creative things, whether it be writing or knitting or drawing or anything else that might spark my fancy
3. Do what I need to do to join the Navy

( fic written in 2011 )

ALSO, DOES ANYONE WANT TO BETA 8000 WORDS OF PEGGY/HOWARD CAPTAIN AMERICA FIC? :D?

hello, citizens. i have had a spectacularly terrible week at work to cap off a spectacularly awful month and, let's be honest, quite possibly the worst year of my life. that looks so super dramatic when written out, but i can't say that it's exaggeration in any way. it was almost exactly a year ago today that my mom was first admitted to the hospital and i keep looking back at the last twelve months with a kind of dazed disbelief that everything actually happened that way.

more and more it's becoming clear that this is the worst possible job in the world for me and it sucks feeling yourself become disillusioned.

anyway, to compensate for how unimpressive this week was and to try and stave off the usual end of year melancholy that comes creeping in right about this time every december, i'm watching addams family values and downloading the wire. i can admit that despite having been told by everyone and their brother that the wire is the best thing since sliced bread and glitter, the kick i needed was finding out that pj ransone shows up in the second season and somehow in sex episodes of generation kill i developed a direct correlation between pj ransone and my loins. it's awful, really.

i am also downloading deadwood, because someone was thoughtful enough to up the whole series when previously bits and pieces were all missing and i didn't want to get invested when i couldn't thoroughly delve in. bless you, internet. bless you.

this weekend shall likely be spent getting a head start on my scarleteenfans fic, which is meant to be 10,000 words of x-men/gen kill fusion starring walt the empath. i'm stoked about it, i can't lie.

are you all doing resolutions this year? i've been thinking about them a lot.

eta: ALSO. is there a set fandom etiquette for recording podfic? i mean, in terms of how you approach someone and be all 'your words are great MAY I READ THEM o____o'

It's just about official that my mom isn't going to be home for Christmas and, well, I keep waiting to have a very major reaction to that. But it's like my ~feelings are short circuiting at the thought of that, so I can't even properly cycle into some kind of emotion because I can't seem to convince myself this is actually happening. It's weird, and uncomfortable, and I keep ending up blurting out stuff and then staring at what I've said and not be able to do anything with it. ...if that makes sense, I don't even know.

Anyway, yes. That is what that is.

The actual point of this is that my brother and I have gone to see three movies in the last three days and they were all enjoyable, for various reasons.

( mission impossible *mumble mumble*: ghost protocol )

( the girl with the dragon tattoo )

( new year's eve )

who just mainlined three seasons of true blood and banged out three thousand half-asleep, feverish words of sam/tommy? oh yeah, this kid. i am a winner for life, guys. this can solely and entirely be blamed on insunshine.

HOLIDAY LOVE MEME! :D?

In case anyone is curious, today I made mosaic mirror, hung out in a hot tub, and curled up in a comfy chair and read Stephen King for several hours. It's going to be so hard to return to real life. And now I'm all be-dragged in a dress and tights and about to go to a gala dinner. I don't even know, guys.

Last night, this happened and the moral of the story is that siryn99 is a treasure. everthing is generation kill these days, guys. i regret nothing.

today i'm doing that thing i always do when i become intrigued by an actor wherein i download everything they've ever been in and watch it straight through. thus true blood and the wire and treme, because goddamn askars and pj ransone.

hello, flist, please enjoy this picture of pj ransone.



for the record, it was really difficult for me not to post the naked pictures. or the pictures of him half naked with a girl on a leash. the fuckyeahjamespjransone tumblr is a gift.

my thanksgiving was actually pretty legit, due to the "wretched asshole" section of my family absenting themselves and my brother agreeing to watch generation kill with me. today we went to go see immortals which was visually stunning because tarsem singh, while having a really, really awful plot. tomorrow i venture forth to shop. lord help me.

Hi, author! Thank you for volunteering to write for the super secret fandoms of my heart.

Generally, I am quite easy when it comes to fic. I particularly like weird domesticity, people being bad at feelings, and accidental kink. I like queerness in characters and chosen families. I like characters who aren't great at dealing with the things that are happening to them, but cope the best way they know how.

I'm not so much into fluff or crack or noncon (though I'm all for kinky consent play). I have a sticky post at the top of my journal that links to all the fic I've written this year, and it's a pretty fair approximation of my tastes.

( kings, footloose, warrior, bend it like beckham )