15 word fic meme

1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.

1) Rodney McKay (SG: Atlantis)
2) Eliot Spencer (Leverage)
3) Carlton Lassiter (Psych)
4) Sophie Devereaux (Leverage
5) Chuck Shurley (Supernatural)
6) Ned (Pushing Daisies)
7) Aziraphael (Good Omens)
8) Neal Caffrey (White Collar)
9) Gabriel (Supernatural)
10) Blaire Sandburg (The Sentinel)

First Time, 4 and 6 (Sophie and Ned)
Somehow Sophie had expected Ned to have cold hands. She was wrong-- they burned.

Angst, 7 (Aziraphael)
It was such a human thing, reveling in melancholy. Aziraphael hated how he loved it.

AU, 1 and 8 (Rodney and Neal)
“You’re sure this is accurate?”
“Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

Threesome, 3, 6 and 9 (Carlton, Ned, and Gabriel)
All things considered, Gabriel was really glad he met Ned and Carlton after his resurrection.

Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Chuck and Blaire)
“I’m really sorry Blaire. Sometimes people just get written out of the story.”

Crack fic, 1 (Rodney)
“Are you telling me I’m a white rabbit in another universe?!”
“It has your eyes...”

Horror, 10 (Blaire)
Blaire screams himself awake; Eyes squeezed shut he desperately wishes his dreams weren’t real.

Baby fic, 5 and 9 (Chuck and Gabriel)
Chuck blinked, “You said you were having a kid-- I didn’t realize you meant clone.”

Dark, 2 and 8 (Eliot and Neal)
Neal mumbled in sleepy patience, feeling Eliot press against him-- Surprising who feared the dark.

Death fic, 2 and 3 (Eliot and Carlton)
Didn’t mean to kill this one. Didn’t mean he would regret it. Eliot walked away.

Supernatural Recs #1

Fic A Vague Memory of Wisdom
Rating: Hard R (for violence and sexual content)
Reccer's Reason: The author's writing skill is obvious in this 4 part fiction. Takadainmate is honestly one of the best examples of tone and location setting prowess that I've seen in quite some time. But not only that; Her Castiel and Dean are so very much themselves throughout the fic. Pitch perfect characterization just about the whole way through.

My one teeny tiny insignificant qualm is with the setting itself. Though she writes it sexy as hell (if you're a bibliothekaphile like me), I do have to wonder about the logic of having an entire library's worth of leather-bound books in a place that is supposed to be as old as we're meant to believe... It's not a very big nitpick and doesn't distract in the least from the story.

Go read it!


My neck feels stiff at the base of my skull and my lymph nodes feel swollen. Mini-flu maybe? I drank some NeoCitran and am about to go to bed. Here's hoping it helps.

I wish I knew what I was doing.
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    "Shiroi Sekai," Shibata Jun

Easter Hiking +

Well hell. I'm going to start posting things! OMG THE WORLD IS ENDING! I'm actually going to write myself a sticky note that says "Post to LJ, bitch." and stick it over my desk. That way I'll giggle about calling myself a bitch and hopefully get in the mood to post something random.

That said, I think most Easter candies are pretty but as a general rule, I don't actually want to eat them. My Easter nest from from Jeannette and the kids:

I hiked a fairly flat wanderweg yesterday for a totaly of 4 hours, 5 minutes (according to my dorf's church clock tower- It sort of varies depending on what town I'm walking through :P) and approximately 34 kilometers.

My boy, Algie, tells me that's something around 21 miles. I wouldn't know, I usually measure distance in units of time. It figures that the only time I start paying attention to actual distance measures is when I'm using a system I won't have much use for back home.

I may have gotten a little sick on that hike.
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    Honey and Clover End Theme

These Days...


One of these days I'll make an entry for a good reason. One of these days I'll start making entries more than twice a year (if I even do *that*.)

One of these days, I'll realize the difference between a beautiful melancholy and depression.

One of these days, I'll take control of my life. One of these days, I won't take my luck for granted.

One of these days....

(no subject)

Just this morning, I experienced a semi-lucid dream in which I analytically broke down psychic abilities into two catergories:

Voluntary and Inherent

Voluntary abilities are those sought out intentionally. Voluntary has two sub-catergories; Activated and Sought:

- Activated is a variation on Inherent. It covers people with natural, but dormant gifts who actively seek out ways to unlock and utilize them.

- Sought are abilities developed by the individual who is not naturally in possession of a psychic gift.

Inherent abilities are psychic gifts that come naturally to an individual with little or no coaxing. Inherent has three sub-catergories; Conscious, Sub-Conscious, and Dormant:

- Conscious abilities are those that an individual is aware of and able to utilize with little problem.

- Sub-Conscious abilities are not known to the individual and can be utilized on occasion with the possessor none-the-wiser.

- Dormant abilities are just that: Dormant. The individual is in possession of a gift and may be aware of it (this is unlikely), but unable to utilize it either consciously or sub-consciously. Dormant gifts may be Activated with effort.

(no subject)

It's quite fascinating how my brain works. It alters and adapts activity to suit my surroundings. I think and process in a considerably more intricate way here in Switzerland than I think I ever was consciously aware of at home in the States. And that right there is the key: conscious awareness.

The background hum of my thoughts --the white noise, if you will-- has shifted to the forefront of my mind. I am now considering in depth the mundane basics of daily life as I complete them, not simply as a reminder or a remembrance of a task.

I suspect very strongly that this has a great deal to do with the language barrier. My German is not even conversational, and my Swiss dialect is limited to a small vocabulary. Because general conversation is carried on in German and/or dialect, I am completely unable to make input. Therefore my brain has come out of apathetic dormancy to keep me company

I must say that I am really enjoying this quite thoroughly.

Vicariously living with someone who is not mine via photos. Oi Vay.

Is it really bad that I'm pretty much cheating on my boyfriend via pictures of a guy who is a friend, but has no romantic interest in me what-so-ever?

Is it even worse that I don't feel guilty because I don't really have romantic feelings for my boyfriend?

Or that I probably won't break it off with him because he bought a ticket to another country to come see me for

Maybe I can ask if we can put the boy/girlfriend status on hold until I get back. Because I really have no intention of coming back.

I feel like a heel here.

The Bar

All I want is to wrap my arms around someone, have them do the same to me and not let go until I'm satisfied... I want to wrap them around her...

The Bar really is a place for anonymity. I haven't the slightest idea who I danced with, who I pressed against so closely, like a game of sex with clothes. It made me feel so experienced, even as I sank like a stone in my virginity. Teach me how to dance. Yeah, right. What the fuck ever. Who gives a shit if I can move to the right rythm? All I wanted was to feel the music pump through me and move me across the dance floor. I didn't want to drink, so I didn't. But I still felt weird. Like I was getting drunk through osmosis. Can you do that? Press yourself so close against someone that you soak up their alchohol into your own bloodstream? I think maybe it's possible.

Anyway, I wish it was; I could really do with a little oblivion.
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    Starsailor- Some of Us