snowdarkred

Title: The Many-Worlds of Amelia Pond
Fandom: Doctor Who
Author: snowdarkred
Word Count: ~1.5K
Pairing: gen
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, minor swearing, violence, and gore. Spoilers for pretty much everything. 
Author's Note: The Many-Worlds Interpretation is one of my pet quantum theories: "Everett's Many-Worlds interpretation has implications beyond the quantum level. If an action has more than one possible outcome, then -- if Everett's theory is correct -- the universe splits when that action is taken. This holds true even when a person chooses not to take an action." [x]

Summary: There’s only so much about Amelia Pond that can be explained by a tear in time and space.


The Many-Worlds of Amelia Pond

( Amy Pond’s life never made sense. )

As of two minutes ago, this is what I have of the Torchwood/Doctor Who fic that rose out of nowhere and ate my brain:



It's basically CoE fix-it fic, because I think everyone in the fandom is required to write at least one of those. I'm about halfway through the fifth chapter, with only one more and an epilogue to go. 

I have someone who takes a look at it as I finish chapters, but I want other eyes on it as well. I also very dearly need a Brit-picker to correct my slang and tweak my spelling. If you'd like to volunteer, drop me a line or message me. :3

Title: you’re a rich little boy (who’s had to work for his toys)
Fandom: movie-verse Avengers
Author: snowdarkred
Word Count: ~3.6K
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously.
Rating/Warnings: R, lots of swearing, violence, vague description of torture and permanent injury, ableist slur
Author's Note: A big, big thank you to tygermama for reading this over and giving me the encouragement my fragile ego needed. Title is from this song.

Summary: Your name is Tony fucking Stark, and this is how it goes: Start, stop, start again. Rinse. Repeat.


you’re a rich little boy (who’s had to work for his toys) 


( Once, you were a child with a heart of gold, or so the newspapers tell it. Precocious and beloved. That’s not what you remember. )

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:

• my pinboard account
• the great migration spreadsheet, which lets you track down people who have different user names on different sites (i don't have that problem, obviously)
• the suggestion doc (basically, people are talking directly to the guy who runs pinboard and offering suggestions)
• the /report podcast about it
• an angry tech artcile about it

 Working title: Secret Agent Man
Summary: Some government agencies are like cults: you don't get out until you drink the red Kool-Aid.
Words so far: 4.5K
Notes: I'd forgotten I'd written this. Oops. I'll just drop this entire thing here for now.

~Secret Agent Man~

( They approached him in his first year at college. )

 Remember me? I bet not. 

I've been hanging out on tumblr lately, and it's been...interesting. There are definitely some things I like on it, and definitely, definitely some things that I don't. 

For one, it kind annoys me that I gain more followers when I post in a bad mood than when I post in a good one. I think, of those that remember me, that we all know that I have a short fuse when it comes to some things, and the Glee fandom hits a lot of those. While I like my corner of it, the fandom at large is kind of...not to my tastes.

I think that's why I suddenly, out of no where, started writing Losers fic again. Y'all were super-duper nice and flexible when I was there...probably because there were only, like, fifty of us. Anyway. I can't imagine The Losers having a ship war, probably because half of the fics were threesomes, foursomes, or orgies. (We were a surprisingly raunchy group, considering.)

Anyway, I'm just dropping in to wave hello at everyone and to announce that I'll be popping back to make a proper What Have I Been Doing With My Life post within a few days. I hope everyone is as well and happy as they can be! :D

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 )

Insert sadface here.

THIS HAS BEEN A RANDOM POST. BROUGHT YOU BY: BOREDOM - THE LOSER'S WEDNESDAY.



1,333 posts
21 followers

/pathetic loser

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: jenna_marianne  just informed that I HAVE BEEN RECCED ON 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