East Coast Gazette

Title:It doesn’t mean you can explain the ocean
Rating: R
Summary: They don’t have names anymore, these gods who speak.

The story was completed…ages ago, but was never in a single collected part until now — courtesy of Shalott, who took initiative and coded the page. I’m not joking. God knows how long this story might have languished otherwise. Because I’m a rockstar. Anyway — happy reading. Especially for people who like their pain in one place.

Title: Eat Your Heart Out
Rating: PG
Summary: On Wednesday, Doumeki had a bento box with flowers on it.

Title: Renegotiation
Rating: R
Summary: renegotiation, verb [trans]: negotiate (something) in order to change the original agreed terms.

Title: Telephone
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It’s tough being Team 7.

Instead of knowing better, I went following pretty doujin-art icons of one of my first anime shounen-ai pairing loves — TezuFuji of That Gay Tennis Anime With Middle Schoolers (Shut Up! I Know, Okay? GOD. Just GO FUCK YOURSELF.) Er, also called Prince of Tennis — appropriately shortened to PoT. Sadly, not shortened into CRaCK.

On the plus side, it made me think of my own PoT fanfiction — which in turn is why I’m sitting around at midnight working on my website, which yes, I know, I have neglected something horrible.

Hey ya’ll. I mentioned a while back that I’d be in Seattle for the summer — sadly, every lead/attempt/effort I’ve made to find a non-rapist roommate and/or place to sublet has fallen through. If anybody has ANY suggestions or leads for the Seattle area, I’d probably love you until I died.

And if you’re seeing this twice, it’s because I’m also posting it on my Livejournal. YEAH SEE I AM THAT DESPERATE.

HOUSING ACQUIRED. EVERYBODY RULES. WILL NOT BE DEAD INA BOX IN SEATTLE AFTER ALL. WHO WANTS TO HANG OUT THIS SUMMER?

Hey ya’ll. I mentioned a while back that I’d be in Seattle for the summer — sadly, every lead/attempt/effort I’ve made to find a non-rapist roommate and/or place to sublet has fallen through. If anybody has ANY suggestions or leads for the Seattle area, I’d probably love you until I died.

And if you’re seeing this twice, it’s because I’m also posting it on my Livejournal. YEAH SEE I AM THAT DESPERATE.

Charlie the Unicorn.

That is all.

I got introduced to House about midway through its second season and fell hard. I loved the main character, I loved the side characters, I loved the premise — but I’ll be honest, the last few arcs have tried me. Tried me hard. I used a lot of unflattering names for Officer Touches Inappropriately Young Boys. In my head, I checked Wilson into gay battered doctor spas. And then, just when I thought it would get better — we had the Episode Of Which We Shall Never Speak Because I As A Rule Love David Shore And He Wrote “Three Stories” The Best Hour Of Television Ever Created And I Will Endeavor To Forget He Ever Burdened The Universe With Such Perverse Evil As That Episode.

Meanwhile, episode:

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I’ve come to a pretty tardy realization lately that I might be one of the few people disinclined to write smut — not because I’m embarrassed by it, although reading it out loud is MORTIFYING — but because I genuinely believe that most times a story doesn’t need it. And smut appended to the end of a story is almost always lame in my opinion, and reads as forced. Of course, I also do things like write really long stories wrought with sexual tension that don’t even have a kiss at the end — for which I’m sure many people hate me. But I’ve always been more about the journey than the destination, once the car stops moving, the scenery stops rolling by, and half the fun is over, if that makes any sense at all.

Anyway, snapshots below — in the following order:

(1) Naruto HS AU (No, I don’t have a title, and no, I will not call it, “Oh, Sensei!” despite how tempted I am by the sheer horribleness of it all to do exactly that.)

(2) SGA Earthside John Sheppard Discovers There Are More Astrophysicists Than Rodney McKay and Sam Carter And Realizes That They Are Also Super Fun And Rodney Realizes He Needs To Kill A Bitch.

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Title: Eat Your Heart Out
Rating: PG
Summary: On Wednesday, Doumeki had a bento box with flowers on it.

I literally and actually probably gained weight in the process of writing this damn thing. For the record, constantly describing food is a good way to get yourself awake at 2 a.m. rummaging around your kitchen to make a sandwich or possibly a pot of bolognaise sauce or maybe a pie. I’m just saying in theory. You know. But no, this is Hoyden’s fault, since this story was written by and almost entirely TO her, in a gtalk window — ah technology.

Happy reading!

Title: Renegotiation
Rating: PG-13
Summary: renegotiation, verb [trans]: negotiate (something) in order to change the original agreed terms.

Happy reading! Totally quick and dirty, inspired by the fact that I really love Shindou Shuichi something fierce, and somebody really does need to set Yuki on fire.

I have realized — the course of writing A Thing — that my continued and unrelenting desire to mike either K or Roy Williams or preferably Sidney Lowe during games is for more than prurient interest. Does anybody know where I could get a good game-transcript of what the COACHES are saying? Or something of that nature?