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Hi. This is my fic journal, kind of obviously.

It kind of died at some point. If you want to talk about it, email me at my name at gmail. Otherwise, visit my graveyard at AO3.

What can I say about this place?

I used to say: It is mostly made of fic and candy hearts, but also some other stuff. All fic is unlocked, as are most ramblings, though there is the occasional locked post, mostly because the entire Internet don't need to see that shit. If you'd like to friend me, feel free. Just be warned that I sometimes get into spammy moods, and you may be crushed by the ensuing avalanche.

I lock a lot more now, if I post at all. I don't know what happened, except I got older and things happened? Life, it happens. If you are really interested, again, hit up my email and I'll give you my Tumblr. I tend to Tumbl sporadically.

If you're looking for something in particular, let me know. Otherwise, you can always head over to

jamapanama, my AO3 archive, which is slightly more updated. Yay!

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: Of Montreal

Another election happened, and I am still alive.

Just stopping by to say that.

Keep on livin.

The home was someone else's before. That much is obvious, from the heavy slats that cover the doors, to the way the shelves are all perfectly arranged, and it's enough to make Keith grab Ana by the arm before she can rush in.

It might be booby trapped. Keith thinks of cannibals and digs his fingers into the bone as he pulls Ana back.

"Wait," he says.

Rachel pushes past him, taking advantage of his occupied hands. She crouches down, crawling on her palms and knees into the dust-choked space. Keith calls out after her, but he can't bear to let go of Ana's arm. He watches the best he can, but Rachel's body quickly fades into the murk, becoming stripes of skin and t-shirt, only visible in the few bands of light that make it through the broken window blinds.

Keith keeps his hand around Ana's wrist and listens for every scrape of Rachel's jeans against the floorboards, until the sound of it stops.

Rachel yelps, and he hears the clatter of something hard hitting something soft, and then the floor. He pulls Ana so close, he nearly topples them both, almost takes them both back outside, tripping over himself just to keep them upright. He pulls himself back into her and shouts, "Rachel!"

Rachel grunts and then laughs. "I think I found food."

[Thanks, random playlist I'm making for a coworker. One day, I'll finish the Starvation 'Verse....]

Current Music: Animal Collective, Sampha

Oh, it's been almost a year since I updated again. Damn it.

Also, I never changed my fall theme to my winter or spring/summer theme, and it is almost fall again.

Weirdly, I suddenly really want to write again, mostly, I think, because I am going to have a shitton of work I have to do for this class I am taking, and, so, I'd much rather write. Doubt that is actually going to happen, though.

Ladida, Dreamwidth.

So, I'm trying to get myself back into writing a bit. The semester's over and I've got a couple plane rides coming up in my future (

aliya's reunion in a couple weeks, and visiting the brother on the other side of the world at the end of the month), so now is the time to write, if ever there were one.

I've got my two

queer_fest prompts:

Rachel Maddow, Ana Marie Cox, Rachel didn't have a 'that time I fell for a straight girl' story until she met Ana.

and

Keith Olbermann/Rachel Maddow UST, 'Sometimes, I wish you were born a girl.' The thing is, Keith was.

due in early June; and, well, to not put too fine of a TMI point on it, a month on testosterone has got me really interested in doing

kink_bingo again. Hormones!

My main problem is, I have kinda forgotten how to get started. It's to the point where even prompts don't do much to get my brain going, and when they do, I just like to stare off into space and think about them, instead of actually writing something. Either that, or I just write personal stuff that isn't fit for the eyes of the world at large. Eh... ahem.

But, we'll see.

Life is not bad, otherwise. I'm working on moving up north in a couple of months, moving in with

aliya and switching schools and stores, but mostly, that just involves my having anxiety attacks if I think about it too much. It'll be good, though, being with my girlfriend, and having a lot of new opportunities.

Oh, and my sister had twins on Tuesday, which is insane. They are adorable and tiny and smooshy and zomg. Family is kind of focused on them right now, and who can blame them?

Time marches on...

Current Mood: awake

Need more genderfucking.

Ah, my birthday vacation is already over and I am back in the SC without

aliya. Boo on that for so many reasons. :\ And boo on the fact that the DMV wouldn't let me renew my license via mail so I had to go in and now have the worst picture ever on my ID.

But YAY, also, because 1. I finally got accepted by my damn grad school and 2. I have some

kink_bingo works finally finished. (Still need two more for a bingo, but so it goes.)

KINK BINGO FOR YOU (whoever "you" are...):

Like a Gentleman (Rachel/Cutie, service)
Rachel wants Chris to help her dress like a gentleman.

"S"s Are Easy (Rachel/Ana, writing on the body)
The Messenger 'verse, Rachel wakes up to shouts, Ana soothes her back toward sleep with a story.

Perfect (Keith/Cutie, washing/cleaning)
The secret 80s AUAUAUAU, where Chris is everyone's perfect boy. Chris has a spill, Keith cleans it up.

Current Mood: accomplished

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I'm trying to quit smoking *again* and I want to kill everything.

~*that is all*~

(I feel so sorry for my girlfriend right now.)

Title: "S"s Are Easy
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Ana
Summarning: The Messenger 'verse, Rachel wakes up to shouts, Ana soothes her back toward sleep with a story.

( There's something going on outside... )

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Got my

kink_bingo card today. While I will not be able to write all of the kinks on it to make a blackout this time, I am going to try for a bingo and maybe another card.

So, yeah, lots of posts coming up. ;)

( Card? )

There is this song by Damien Jurado that has been bouncing around in my head for (literal) years. I love the song, and it inspires random bursts in my head every time I hear it, but I can't write a story off of it, as much as I so incredibly very much want to, because I don't know whose song it is.

So, yeah, here's the request part.

Listen song, tell shipping?

Sorry for the horrific pink background (spoiler alert: horrific pink background), but I posted it to my Tumblr looking for input. And, yeah, it's totes fandom pandering and maybe a little creepy, but, y'know, buggin me forever...)

I got my ancient PowerBook, the Style Train, up and running with salvaged parts, and so it is now the Salvage Train. Long (no seriously LONNNNNNG) live the Salvage Train!

With that as a background... I have suddenly reinherited a weirdly giant collection of some of my favorite music from 2006 and I feel like a damn meme.

So, another music meme, though this one is fannish in nature, at least:

Pick a story, scene, relationship, or character I have written and I will provide you with a mini soundtrack (around 5 songs) to go with your request.

Pass it on as you will.

Current Mood: silly

My computer died.

So did my damn cat, Whiskers.

That's what's up, damn it.

(Also, I'm now no longer going to Taiwan as my mother is having surgery next week. Maybe now that I am gonna work instead, I will be able to somehow make enough money this summer to buy a new computer, though? On verra.)

Other than that, I had a very strange dream on Monday night in which, among other things, the "Ancient Soul of Antony Hegarty" came to me in the form of an androgynous old jazz singer to give me recommendations. It was kind of wonderful, and I wish real life were like that. :P

Current Music: The female singer from Black Mountain still sounds like Neko Case

Title: Been Trying to Meet You
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Ana
Summarning: The 80s AUAUAU: Rachel and Ana had to meet somehow, right? (And then, they get stoned.)
A/N: Thank you to

aliya for waiting forever for this, and for reading it until it finally maybe made sense.

( but, hey, where have you been? )

On the tails of the last song meme, I have another for you:

RESPOND and I will link you to the song that most reminds me of you.

Simple, sweet, you can repeat (as you wish.)

Current Mood: alive
Current Location: son

...back from some sort of weird Dreamwidth vacation, and, although none of you care, and some of you may be offended by my use of the word "bitches" and may never speak to me again, here is a meme:

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload/link) 5 songs you love that begin with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

The ever-patient(?)

sarken saddled me with the letter "r", and so I give you:

1. Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins, "Rabbit Fur Coat" -- Jenny explains a bit about her origins, as well as those of her mother. I love to sing this song in the shower.

2. The Books, "Read, Eat, Sleep" -- Pretentious bullshit, but this song really ~*opened my eyes*~ to how music can be used. It's a borrowed sounds almost-symphony, and it is beautiful. Also, it is pro-reading, as we all should be.

3. 寂寞夏日 (jìmò xià rì/Lonely China Day), "Red Blossom of Plum and Me" -- My brother introduced me to this band, and this song in particular always reminds me of him, even though he is a goddamn million miles away. The lyrics are half nationalistic propaganda, half Buddhist poetry, but it is still a great song for riding bikes (or even in cars) to, especially when you're feeling victorious and/or communist (or missing your baby brother).

4. The Patti Smith Group, "Redondo Beach" -- I put this on here because I could. It's not her best song, but a good song. It has an interesting beat and lyrics that are only really depressing when you actually listen to them. Whatevs to the Patti Smith detractors. Are you gone-gone?

5. Nick Cave and Warren Ellis, "The Rider Song" -- My unabashed DEGAF favorite song of the moment, favorite of the Starvation 'Verse soundtrack (yes, I am building a soundtrack for a universe that has not even been published yet), favorite of my face, all around amazing guitar, piano, strings amazing moment. You can quote my inarticulateness. As I said before, DEGAF.

And now, give me your names, and I will give you letters, and then you will post and give me letters, and then I will post and give you letters, and the cycle will continue for all time, and how!

Current Mood: awake
Current Music: "Yes," said the rider, as white as a bone

Well, I'm trying to write this 80s AUAUAU thing, and it is starting to come out that, in this universe, anyway, 80s Rachel started dating Ana before she and Keith started their weird thing (also known as the 80s AUAU). It makes a certain amount of sense, especially when I look back at how mean Keith was when he first met Ana, but, it also makes things so differently complicated.

I can see Rachel not telling Keith about Ana for a while, but it's still weird to me that she would keep it from him even after he and she started fucking. Also, with things timed out like this now, I have no idea what she's gonna do with Ana when she has to tell her about Keith. (I mean, how does that even work? "I've been fucking this older dude who abuses me emotionally and phy--" hmm. I think my brain is answering its [not his, as my fingers just supplied. Though I I guess my brain could be a dude if it wanted?] own question now, but do I want to have to write that? Maybe I don't have to anyway. Lalala!)

Okay, now that I've bitched that out in the most disjointed way possible... Oh crap, I have to go and can't even write any more! Hurrah!

But, hey, at least I'm kind of writing? [Or I'm kind of "weird" as I just tried to type. Yes, that too, fingers, that too.] Hopefully I won't curse myself and turn it into another half-finished epic for the growing pile in my docs... ;)

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: CBC3 ~song titles that sound like pick-up lines~

Alpha by pairing and prompt, kinda. Political figures and crossovers at the end.

( Because I like the letter P )

Posting page is, here. God damn, that's a lot of "p"s.

ETA: My lovely girlfriend posted the Sorkin-related prompts in this comment, if any Sorkin fans out there are looking to write some pronz. ;)

Current Mood: hungry

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Update, with PORN!

kink_bingo 3 - Take 3 - Washing/Cleaning

PSA

kink_bingo 3 - Take 2 - Writing on the Body

kink_bingo 3 - Take 1 - Service

Beware the flood!

Input request module 2.753

Music memes forever

Update?

Hey!

Another meme, this one to intrude

Bitches, here I am... [meme? ha!]

Damn it, kids

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