snowdarkred: (text: comic book: well shit)
i know i don't post here very often anymore; i'm trying to work on that by writing longer fic. which i'm working on. /mysterious

anyway, this is just a quick note about the whole mess with delicious and everyone freaking out, etc.

i moved all my bookmarks to pinboard, and i've got everything up and running over there. feel free to network with me if you already have an account.

Link of note:

snowdarkred: (inception: numbers: 528491)
Title: mad maudlin's dirty toes
Fandom: Inception
Author: [livejournal.com profile] snowdarkred  
Word Count: ~1K
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; standard Inception mindfuckery
Author's Note: [livejournal.com profile] lathyrism  continues to be a goddess on earth with her marvelous betaing skills and endless encouragement. 

Summary: There's a staircase, a hall, a wall that is a window, another hall, and a room with a fire that doesn't burn. Ariadne has a gun.


mad maudlin's dirty toes


There's a free-standing, ornate doorframe in front of her; it's made out of carefully carved bone. )
snowdarkred: (xfc: charles&erik: date at the monument)
Title: This Day in History
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Author:  [livejournal.com profile] snowdarkred 
Word Count: ~2,800
Pairings: Charles/Erik/Raven
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: R; fast and loose historical accuracy, eventual sexual content, and other mature themes.
Author's Note: Continuing my thanks to [livejournal.com profile] lathyrism , who, naturally, continues to be an awesome beta and muse. <3
Additional Note: Fun with AUness abounds!

Summary: On February 8, 1957, they run like hell. (alternate history!AU)

This Day in History
May 16, 1956 - February 4, 1957
February 5, 1957 - March 1, 1957


Charles watched over his newspaper as Erik methodically ate breakfast. )
snowdarkred: (Default)
Media: vid
Title: paint the stones as jewels for eyes
Vidder: snowdarkred
Rating: PG-13/R
Spoilers (if any): the whole series
Warnings (if any): violence, bodies, blood, etc. Everything you'd expect in a serial killer-esque!AU
Tumblr link: HERE

Summary: i've been around where water meets color / and it's a secret / and we paint the stones as jewels for eyes / and the birds of the day carry night


paint the stones as jewels for eyes

statues built on the bones of your friends  )
snowdarkred: (glee: text: courage)
Media: vid
Title: thistle & weeds
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers (if any): up to 2x16
Warnings (if any): the same homophobic bullying we see in the show
Tumblr link: here

Summary: spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams / cause recently mine have been tearing my seams / i sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind

thistle & weeds

but i will hold on )
snowdarkred: (Default)

Title: the hero of the story
Media: Vid
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers (if any): Up to 2x16
Warnings (if any): Contains some homophobic slurs, scenes of violence (from the show)
Song: Hero by Regina Spektor
Note: This vid is also embedded here on my tumblr.

the hero of the story
Kurt Hummel


i'm the hero of this story; don't need to be saved )


snowdarkred: (Default)
Meme taken from [livejournal.com profile] weird_fin , who got it from someone else, and so on:

I'm going to list, and tell you briefly about, ALL THE TABS I HAVE OPEN at this moment in time, without editing (except for work-related or privacy-related reasons, if I had them, but I don't. I just mean, if you do it, obviously, feel free to edit the really crucial stuff - just, it's not in the spirit of the game to edit for guilty pleasure reasons and the like).

TABS:
1. everyone's bookmarks for Jaws, a Hawaii Five-0 fic
2. bergann's [tv]hawaii5oh bookmarks
3. cruciate's pairing:steve/danny bookmarks
4. my flist
5. my tumblr
6. my facebook, which I will not link to
7. You Mock Us, Sir! t-shirt that I really want but can't afford
8. James Loewen's Amazon page, because I want every book he's ever written
9. my class schedule for next quarter
10. my delicious account
11. a brownie in a cup recipe that I've already made, like, three times. It's okay.

My life. How exciting it is.
snowdarkred: (dailyshow: jon: sadface&confetti)
OKAY. So I know I don't post my friends' & family's shenanigans all that often, because we're a very uneven bunch and one day we'll all be fine with each other and the next day we'll each be out for blood, and to be honest, it's kind of stressful figuring out which day is going to be which.

BUT DUDE.

I NEED TO TELL YOU GUYS SOMETHING.

So, there's this chick I knew in high school.
PREQUEL OF cut to save your flists )

So anyway, we got into a week-long argument about it, because she wouldn't back off and I can't just let stupid lie.

So, ahem, to get more back on track, I'm facebook friends with R, and I didn't even really remember that because I haven't spoken to her in, literally, two years. But I posted a comment bitching about how people keep referring to Chris Colfer/Kurt Hummel as a soprano when he's actually a countertenor.

cut to save your flists )

About halfway through this, I went downstairs to ask my stepdad, since he's a classically trained singer. (He went to a fancy private Catholic school, and part of his scholarship was for music.)

RETURN OF THE cut to save your flists )

...But then I didn't, because I am GOOD PERSON. THE END.

So yeah. I'd almost feel sorry for R, because I get that she has issues and whatever, I really do, because you don't get to be her level of crazy without them (I've known her since my freshman year of high school, okay, I took classes with her. I know she's batshit) but then I remember how she freaked out at my friends party because she didn't want to sleep in the same room (and especially on the same mattress) with a two bisexual chicks and two lesbians. :/ :/ :/ :/ And how she was worried that we would ~convert her little sister, who was there too.

:/ :/ :/

Actually, you know what? Why am I still friends with her on facebook? *goes off to defriend her*

ETA:

ALSO ALSO ALSO: [livejournal.com profile] jenna_marianne  just informed that I HAVE BEEN RECCED ON [livejournal.com profile] crack_van !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*does epic keysmash of awesome*

I...I think I need to go sit down somewhere and put my head between my knees. FFFFF
snowdarkred: (glee: blaine&kurt: posing)
FDKLAFJDKASL;FSFADJSL;FDJAS;KLFDA WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I EVEN DOING, Y'ALL???? I HAVE LOST MY MIND. NO JOKE. I HAVE OFFICIALLY CROSSED THE LINE INTO CRAY-CRAY OR WHATEVER THE KIDS ARE CALLING THESE DAYS. YES, THIS EXCESSIVE CAPSLOCK IS NECESSARY. DEAL WITH IT.

I AM ALMOST ASHAMED OF MYSELF.

THIS IS A PREVIEW OF A WIP I'M WORKING ON.
WIP
NOT COMPLETE
UNTITLED
Arthur/Eames, Kurt/Blaine (?)

Summary or whatever: Kurt's mysterious cousin Arthur and his ambiguously gay British friend show up in Ohio to show Kurt an alternative method to dreaming a little bigger.

Kurt was in a fabulous cafe, decorated with a tasteful coffee theme and accented by dangling Christmas ornaments. )

 

snowdarkred: (spn: sam: headphones)
Title: and then we'll carry on again
Author: [livejournal.com profile] snowdarkred 
Word Count:  575
Pairings: Sam/Sam, hint of Sam/Dean
Rating/Warnings: teen; swearing, kissing, head games, spoilers for the latest episode!
Author's Note:  THIS IS YOUR FAULT, [livejournal.com profile] high_flyer87 !!! If you hadn't gone on about how much you wanted to see puppy interact with robo!Sam, I wouldn't have written this mess. >:| JK, love you and your awesomeness! <3 Originally posted here.

Summary: Sam feels like he's dreaming. Maybe he is. There's a voice floating in the back of his head that tells him that he should be dreaming, that what he is seeing now isn't be real, but when you've lived the life he has, that voice doesn't count for much.

and then we'll carry on again

 

"Why," the other Sam hisses. "Why are you so fucking important? What makes you so much better than me?"  )
snowdarkred: (avengers: steve&tony: vietghanistan)
Title: Couch Therapy
Author: [livejournal.com profile] snowdarkred 
Word Count:  500
Pairings: Stephanie Rogers/Antonia Stark (AKA I can't resist genderswap.)
Rating/Warnings: PG, swearing.
Author's Note:  I took a break from my Sherlock magic!AU and part two of the Iron Man/Cap America teen!AU to write this, because my brain needed a break. So here you go. 500 words of pre-femslashy fluff.

Summary: "I hate charity galas. Can't I just give the damn money without prostituting myself for the cameras?"

Couch Therapy

 

“Motherfucker,” Tony groaned as she collapsed on top of the couch. )
snowdarkred: (sherlock: sherlock&john: lean close)
Title:  When the War Fires Fade
Author: [livejournal.com profile] snowdarkred 
Word Count:  ~7000
Pairings: Gen; Sherlock/John pre-slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, magic!AU, violence, swearing, vampires that don't sparkle and are actually supposed to be somewhat scary, gratuitous descriptions
Author's Note: I. Had. SO MUCH. Fun. Writing this. I can't even begin to tell you, seriously. Okay, Sunshine is my favorite book and is pretty much the only current book dealing with vampires that I can stand. So it was only a matter of time before I wrote a fusion/inspired/crossover/thingamabob using it as a backdrop. And guess what? I did! But I would like to assure you that no knowledge of said amazing book is necessary to reading this, since I pretty much just adapted some of the mythology to my own ends. Um. Yeah. Anywho, my thanks to [livejournal.com profile] anruiukimi and [livejournal.com profile] shanachie_quill  for their encouragement and comments. You rock!

ATTENTION: [livejournal.com profile] munchinglunch made a podfic of this for [livejournal.com profile] help_japan! You can download it here.

Summary: The Wars turned the world on its head, and in that unrivaled chaos, John Watson was born with a rare gift. Sherlock, naturally, was born with an even rarer one. Years after the Wars end and the Others return to their dark lairs, two men are introduced by a well-meaning mutual acquaintance. And their world is upturned yet again.


Magic is believing in yourself; if you can do that, you can make anything happen.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.
Charles de Lint

A world in which elves exist and magic works offers greater opportunities to digress and explore.
Terry Brooks

We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on.
Albus Dumbledore

The story is always better than your ability to write it.
Robin McKinley

When the War Fires Fade

He didn't hear them coming. But then you didn't, did you, when they were vampires. )


snowdarkred: (inception: jgl: black&white)
Title: one hand over the other
Author: [livejournal.com profile] snowdarkred 
Word Count:  ~1.6K
Pairings: Eames/Arthur
Rating/Warnings: PG
Author's Note:  Thanks go to [livejournal.com profile] ravenclaw_wench  who slapped me over the head for some of my more obvious typos. This is a fill for the ever growing [livejournal.com profile] inception_kink  meme, for the prompt: "Touch deprivation. Arthur is deprived of touch, Eames starts touching him all the time. Arthur doesn't understand why he allows it, or why he secretly even likes/needs it." I could not resist. :D And once again, I fail at writing porn for kink memes. *headdesk*

Summary: It wasn't as if his parents beat him or anything. They were perfectly cordial, in fact.

one hand over the other



Arthur was an asshole. Even he was surprised by the heights his asshole-ishness reached on occasion.  )

 

snowdarkred: (dailyshow: jonstew: scared)
[livejournal.com profile] anruiukimi  has already heard this, but....

I greatest wish is for BBC!John Watson to wear a great amount of knitwear in the upcoming S2 of Sherlock. I mean, seriously. Knitted scarves. MOAR knitted jumpers. WEE KNITTED HATS. WEE KNITTED MITTENS. SOCKS.

It's not that I have a knitwear fetish (not judging, but that thought is vaguely horrifying) or anything, it's just.... I find Martin Freeman!Watson to be painfully, painfully adorable. I mean, whenever I see him on screen, all I can think is 'OH! I just want to take him home and wrap him in blankets and bake him COOKIES and make him TEA!' And then I go into spasms about how cuddly and short and squishable and OMGOMGOMG CUTE! he is.

And I mean this all in a non-sexual way, of course; asexual here. He's just...disturbingly adorable to me. I mean, Martin Freeman is forty years old, what the hell is wrong with me?

But yeah. Him in that jumper in the first episode or that WEE STRIPED SHIRT OMGOMGOMG just about kills me every time. I JUST WANT TO HUG HIM, OKAY. DON'T DISRESPECT THE CUTIE. *flails*

....I think I have a problem?
snowdarkred: (inception: jgl: black&white)
Title: Unstructured Reality
Author: [livejournal.com profile] snowdarkred 
Word Count:  ~2.2K
Pairings: Eames/Arthur
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, swearing, violence, muffins that are not bought (until the end)
Author's Note:  Much thanks to [livejournal.com profile] shanachie_quill  for looking this over (despite the fact that we had an extremely silly and intense ten minute debate over AIM about the proper use of commas) - you rock my socks like always, darling. This fic was written because I cannot for the life of me get my damn bigbang fic to work, so I vented my frustrations on poor Arthur's hide. Because I'm a bad person. Dedicated to my real life Eames, Evie, who puts up with my anal retentive bitching on a regular basis. :3

Summary: Arthur won't (can't) tell them anything, because if he does they will know that he is not Eames, and that would be very, very bad for Eames' health. (Or, I Apparently Really, Really Like Having the Bad Guys Tie Arthur Up and Eames Save Him.)

Unstructured Reality


 

It drove Arthur mad. (Now he can look back and smile, but then all he could think was, I am not allowed to murder a teammate over his fashion sense; it is unprofessional and unbecoming and bad for business.)  )
snowdarkred: (Default)
1. I have no plans this weekend, other than a brief shift at work on Sunday. I rather like that. I traded Saturday next week for Halloween, so should I find a party to go to on the day itself, I can. The only thing I really want to do is sleep and write at least 3-5K on whichever Inception bigbang fic actually starts talking to me.

2. OMG, MY INCEPTION BB IS KILLING ME. I can't decide on what to write, and anything I try comes out wrong! I've written the starts of six different fics, I shit you not, and I am hating it. I don't know where any of it is going, or what I can do to fix it, and it's driving me insane. Just when I think I've worked out what I'm going to do, it DIES. ;_; I FAIL AT LIFE AND ALSO INCEPTION. Watch me as I weep.

3. I am so stupidly obsessed with this video of Joseph Gordon-Levitt singing Bad Romance, I can't even BEGIN to tell you. It's even better when you realize that he changed the French lyrics to something rather naughty: (roughly) I want to fuck you and then I want to fucking leave you/fuck off. And he points out the Hitchcock references! :D IT IS AWESOME AND HE IS AWESOME AND YOU SHOULD BE AWESOME AND WATCH IT.

4. I have pre-ordered the Inception DVD and the Sherlock (BBC) series, because I am a fucking fangirl who fangasms. My bank account, it cries.

5. Okay, so there's this girl, woman, whatever, at work right? And everyone has that one coworker that they just can't stand, right? SHE DRIVES ME INSANE. I used to eat at the restaurant I work at all the time, and I HATED having her, because she is the worst. Waitress. On. The fucking. Planet. She touches everything, is obnoxious, and then is somehow surprised when she gets bad tips. I have a (girl)friend who, every time we go anywhere together, people assuming I'm dating, IDK why. (Why yes, [livejournal.com profile] ravenclaw_wench , I'm talking about you, Jesus Christ.) Anyway, we went out to eat together, and she treated us worse than usual, and she gave us dirty looks and really, I'm a good tipper. Anyone who regularly waits on me knows this. My flat tip is three dollars no matter how little I order, and I then add a dollar for every ten that I spend. And for once in my fucking life, I tipped someone less than that. I gave her a really, really shitty tip. Because her stupidity? Was really fucking obvious. And it pissed me off.

Anyway, so I now work with her, and she seems to have forgotten about it, but I saw her when the cute lesbian couple with the baby comes in (and they have not, sadly, returned) and I deal with her everyday and -- just no. She calls me babe and baby and sugar and sweetheart, and while I don't mind usually - I rather like it, actually - that's when I actually like the person talking to me. I don't like her one bit, and it comes across as condescending rather than affectionate, which we both know it isn't. It drives me insane. And between her being awful at her job, her being a bitchy waitress, and her constantly commenting on how much I do or don't eat - like it's any of her fucking business that I'm a stick, okay, and I am so fucking tired of people I don't know or like accusing me of having eating disorders I don't have, SAJFIEOA;NFEA;H.

*breathes*

Oh my gods, I did not mean to let that rant get away from me.

(The thing is, I'm actually kind of sensitive about the eating thing because, all through childhood to the present, everyone has something to say about how skinny I am. I've had complete strangers give me the 'It's okay to eat a burger/don't you eat more than salad/don't they feed you, lol/have you considered help speech(es) and it's just. It's one of my hot button issues, okay? I am not even that thin - I weigh a hundred pounds, alright, and I have hips and a sizable bust and all. I eat at least two meals a day and I get my nutritional requirements, and so what if I absolutely hate fast food? It literally makes me sick. And anyway, I used to eat four full meals a day and snacks and so on and WAS STILL HUNGRY, and while my Ten Weeks of Crazy episode kind of trashed my metabolism, I still have days like that.)

*breathes*

Okay, I'm shutting up now. Jesus Christ. Um.

ETA: It's not that I'm not sympathetic to people who DO have eating disorders, it's just - I didn't appreciate being told that there was something wrong with me growing up, because, quite frankly, I got enough of that shit at home, thanks very much. Not the eating disorder bit, but the There's Something Wrong With You bit.

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