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So. I moved everything over from LJ, for both my main journal and my [personal profile] tabbys_fics, although I think I'm a little late to the game. But it's done now! Now, to try and figure out how Dreamwidth and rebuild my friends list, I guess?

I'm trying to get back into writing, and I'm not sure about posting to tumblr, so I'm just going to throw my ramblings here and maybe someone will see them. Read more... )
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I miss writing. I miss feeling inspired to write, and I think I stop trying to inspire myself when I couldn't write, so now I think I can write, but I don't know what to write. *sigh* Also, I feel like I'm not in any popular fandoms, so I don't know. Does that make sense?

Anywho, I figured I'd start small and ask for drabble prompts? Limiting myself, though. HP (which I can always do), GK, any of the smaller fandoms you know I can do (Haven, Suits, Dresden Files, etc). Anything else, you can ask, but I reserve the right to ask for an alternate prompt. I don't think I can do bandom anymore (although werewolf!Empires are fair game.) But leave me a prompt (fandom, character or pairing, prompt), if you feel like it, and we'll see how this little experiment goes. K? :)
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Success! Lol, minor success anyway. I finished something! But it's nonsense, so it really doesn't count, but whatever. I sent it to [livejournal.com profile] asimplechord anyway.

Also, in my head, Ray Person is like the Pete Wentz of GK fandom. Pete, for me, was always the one responsible for everything, always in the middle of everything, and even if you never intended for him to be in your story, he usually managed to make an appearance. (Or take over. Basement Romantic, anyone? Seriously, Pete wasn't even supposed to be part of that story, and look how that turned out.) And he suffers from Peter Pan syndrome and seems to never actually grow up. Or shut up. And he's ridiculously endearing anyway.

And I have this ridiculous AU world in my head (go figure) and it's got like all these stupid little parts that I don't know that'll ever actually get tied together, especially since I'm being distracted by the shiny of other fandoms and dealing with this headache/bipolar nonsense, but I figured I'd go ahead and post the first part here. [livejournal.com profile] asimplechord and [livejournal.com profile] swear_jar have already seen it, but I'm not sure if/when I'll actually write more on it that's shareable. So.

Untitled - I think we keep calling it the prostitute!Walt AU.

Eventually, the Corps gave Ray Bravo. He loved them, in his own fucked up way, except when he didn't. Like right now. )
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So, I have a long overdue fic due to [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjunkie, because she is made of awesomesauce and made a donation to my Relay for Life campaign in response to this post.

I do have to say, it's a challenge writing for [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjunkie because she is awesomesauce and I want to write something worthy of her, but nothing I wrote seemed to work for me. And I owe her 1000 words of The Used, bandom babies, with babies clarified as Either Drive A or Dan's unborn daughter Farrah. Since I had trouble, she gets two 500 word ficlets. She's also going to be getting a package in the mail in the next week or so, and her name on a sunshine card that'll be prominently displayed on our banner since she was our very first donor for the year.

The Used & Drive A

Oh my god, Quinn, they're babies! )

Dan + his daughter

Two pink lines on a home test, a second and third just to be sure. )

Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjunkie! I'm sorry for the delay, and I appreciate you more than you know. LOVE YOU! <3
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So, um, fic? (I am totally gonna post this and then HIDE, lol.)

This was kinda sorta for [livejournal.com profile] swear_jar's birthday, but it's a little late. But I finished it!

Now I'm Ready (To Feel Your Hand)
Generation Kill || Brad/Ray/Walt || Rated Adult || ~4100 words

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; don't know the real life people; this is a work of fiction based on portrayals of actors and meant to imply nothing about any real people.

Summary: Ray-in-a-collar fic. Shamelessly self-indulgent porn, combination of what happens when Ray wears his collar out in public and stories get back to Brad and Walt, and Brad and Walt trying to get Ray to break the "kissing is against the rules" bullshit he started in Iraq.

A/N: Part of the fucked up Ray 'verse that lives in my head. Encouraged shamelessly by [livejournal.com profile] swear_jar, so I blame her. Written in bits and pieces on my blackberry. Beta'd by the always-awesome [livejournal.com profile] asimplechord. Much thanks to the two of them as well as [livejournal.com profile] ltlredhairdgirl and [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane for cheerleading. Title comes from The Stooges' I Wanna Be Your Dog. Any remaining mistakes are mine; feel free to point them out.

Ray thinks the collar is a joke, a gag gift of sorts, but once he realizes it's not, he wants to wear it everywhere. )
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My life is full of bad influences right now. *eyes [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 and [livejournal.com profile] swear_jar* But apparently I can no longer say that I don't write Generation Kill fic. (yeah, yeah, I know that I've posted fic, like the Baby Belle story and stuff I co-wrote, but they don't count) Anyway, way back in the summer, I accidentally wrote fic and emailed it to a few people, but it sat in my gmail since then, until [livejournal.com profile] swear_jar and I were talking the other day and I shared it with her and she said I should post it.

Which means coming up with a title and summary. Tartar sauce! Um... let me think. (by which I mean, let me go bug [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 to make up a title and summary for me when she reads over this.)

uh, well, apparently she hates titles and summaries as much as I do. Just read the fic, okay? *g*

Became Friends As We Learned How To Fight
GK || Ray, Walt, little bit of Brad and Nate || Teen || ~3500 words

Summary: Ray doesn't adjust easily to civilian life.


Disclaimer: I am completely full of shit; I come from a family of liars and proudly carry on that tradition. Uh, this is a work of fiction based on portrayals of actors and meant to imply nothing about any real people.

A/N: Yeah, idek. I wanted fic and couldn't find it and accidentally wrote it myself? I blame [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 for taking advantage of the fact I was laying on her couch and suffering from COL and a concussion. She made me watch GK, yall, knowing I would get hooked. Apparently it was payback for bandom. A few other people saw this in email, but I never actually posted it because I'm me. So you can blame [livejournal.com profile] swear_jar for me actually posting it. And blame me for any mistakes and inaccuracies. It was betad (by [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000, whose name you're probably tired of seeing and who just changed her lj name and if I was typing the new name in this post instead of the old name, I'd remember what it was by now!) and she probably told me to fix things and I didn't. Title comes from Rise Against's Hero of War.

The dreams are worse than actually living through the shit, Ray thinks, snagging himself another beer from the fridge and wondering if it was maybe a good thing that he had been living on a diet of Ripped Fuel, instant coffee, and adrenaline while they were in Iraq. )
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Safely home, laying on my heating pad and listening to Transformers (I can't see the TV from where I'm at) and trying to get the motivation to get back up in order to take my crazy meds. My life, so hard.

A lot of the songs that I was listening to today would be GREAT for fic purposes. But we all know I fail at writing things lately. Haha, I wrote comment fic in like October? And kinda wrote fic for [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 and [livejournal.com profile] thebunnyknows for their birthdays. But really, other than tormenting [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 with emails about what I'd write if I was writing fic, I haven't done anything in for-ev-er.

So, while I'm looking at my most recently played songs, give me a number between 1 and 25 and a character or pairing from one of the fandoms you know I write it, and we'll see if I can manage to come up with something. Give me a reason to procrastinate job searching and finishing my CEUs, lol.
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Work is work is stupid. Blah. But I don't have to go back until SUNDAY, and tomorrow is FOOD DAY, and I'm supposed to be packing that last corner of my bedroom but instead I'm procrastinating. (haha, I know, yall don't believe it, do you?)

LINKS!

Check out this awesome piece of artwork from [livejournal.com profile] howifall. The little details in her art are always fabulous; I love it.

And then go read Faces of Luck, the porny schmoop that [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 posted from the girl!Brad/Nate 'verse she accidentally created.

And I did write a ficlet of sorts for [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000. She's already seen this, but Happy Belated Heather-birthday to the Internet? :)

645 words of Tomrad/SVV.

Tom knows just how well Sean translates to film. )
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About a month ago, I asked for drabble/ficlet prompts. [livejournal.com profile] trcunning gave me two Shelter prompts. The first one ended up a bit more involved than it should have, so it’s not even halfway finished (what? I love Gabe, okay!), but the second was When Zack becomes a well-known artist, Sean's publisher wants him to do a cover. How's that go? This is what came from that. (unbetad, so forgive my mistakes)

Shaun/Zach, 547 words

I met him at a gallery showing a few weeks ago. Asked him to do this cover for us, actually. He turned me down. )

*****

And then I remembered I had a Shelter ficlet I had never posted, so I finished it up as well.

Shaun/Zach, Gabe, Cody; 943 words

Zach had managed to get along just fine before Shaun came along. There was no reason he should be so disconcerted about Shaun being out of town. )
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I need a DVR. I wanna know what's going on with Grace & Rigsby! I don't particularly care about the rest of what's going on on The Mentalist. Also, with CSI:NY coming on at the same time as Supernatural, I haven't seen any of it. I don't even know when I started watching that show!

Oh Psych. I love Shawn's dad. :) This show has a special place in my heart. Hopefully I can stay awake for all of it.

There was a point behind this post, but I can't remember what it is. Oops?

Um, I found this on my phone. Can one of you tell me what it was part of / where it was going / why I was writing it? (ficishness of the GK variety)

under a cut b/c it has curse words )
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Hey, yall know what I was thinking earlier? You know how you say someone is awesome and you just wanna stick them in your pocket and take them home with you? Well, I DO THAT EVERY DAY WITH YALL! Seriously, I can carry around my entire flist in my pocket, thanks to the wonder of the intrawebs and crackberry. HOW AWESOME IS THAT????

Real purpose of this post:

Out of sync at the beginning
by [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 & [livejournal.com profile] why_me_why_not
Generation Kill || Brad/Nate || Adult || ~3300 words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the portrayal of characters in Generation Kill by Alexander Skarsgard and Stark Sands, and is meant to imply nothing about the real people who bear these names.

Summary: When Ray tells Nate to fix whatever's between him and Brad, Nate has to figure out if Ray's fucking with him, and if not, how to get Brad where he wants him.

A/N So, we accidentally created a 'verse based on a random comment. Isn't that the way it always seems to go with us? Oh well, at least it's fun. This is the beginning of... something. Originally written mostly in txtfic. We beta'd it ourselves, so hit us up with any mistakes. Title paraphrased from The National's Slow Show.

Nate knows something’s Not Right when he gets home, but he’s certain he can defend himself against whatever it is that’s causing the uneasy feeling.
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Okay, last post of the night and then I'll leave yall alone. (Unless you're part of the email chain, then I will probably be up bugging you for a little while. Or if you're [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000, who is quite obviously a bad influence on me.)

Ohhh! Did yall see the Monday picspam that [livejournal.com profile] pixel_0 posted over at [livejournal.com profile] more_is_more? It's all colorful and awesome!

Anyway. [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 has been quite good at encouraging my not!fic lately. Go figure. So how about a teaser of one of the things we've been talking about? (There is another one that we're working on that I'll post sometime this week on the [livejournal.com profile] tabby_and_iris lj, if we figure it out.)

Bravo's Baby Belle
Generation Kill || Gen fic (baby!fic) || Rated Teen for language || ~1450 words
Summary: Brad's not a baby person. He really has no idea what to do with a baby. Yet, here he is, left with a diaper bag, a list of instructions, and a baby with Ray’s eyes. He needs to call in reinforcements before this situation gets out of control.
Disclaimer: Based on fictionalized characters from the Generation Kill movie, no harm or disrespect intended to the real people who bear these names.


A/N: There is so much more of this, in my head and in my email and on my phone. It's pretty ridiculous. But it was just asking to be written!! Beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000, as always.

Brad doesn’t know where Ray is, doesn’t know exactly what caused him to go to ground, hiding from everyone. He’s not worried about it, either. )
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I know that no one (including myself) believed it when I said I wasn't going to write GK fic. But I didn't think that this would be the first thing I would post.

Bedtime Stories
Generation Kill || Ray/Walt/Brad || Adult || 2577 words
Summary: Ray knows the difference between someone not hearing him and someone ignoring him. Walt has been ignoring him for days, and Ray's tired of it. Luckily, Ray has a plan to fix it.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the portrayal of characters in Generation Kill, and is meant to imply nothing about the real people who bear these names.

A/N: Idek. I am not sure where this came from, and I'm nervous about posting it as my first GK fic. GK fandom is kinda intimidating. [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 did a quick beta on this for me (also, she tells the best bedtime stories and she's my favoritest ever) so any mistakes are mine. There's an awful lot of talking in this, but it's Ray, so whatever.

It took Ray for-fucking-ever to set this shit up, and Walt had better appreciate it. )
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If I Told You I Was Drunk
skating!RPS || Johnny Weir/Adam Rippon/Stephane Lambiel || Adult || 2389 words

Disclaimer: lies and falsehoods, no harm or disrespect meant to the the actual people.
Summary: Um. Stephane's been trying to get Johnny to invite Adam for a threesome, and it finally happens?

A/N: Dedicated to my email chain girls, you know who you are. I don't even remember how this started. Much thanks to all of you (especially [livejournal.com profile] shutyourface and [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane) for cheerleading, and to [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 for betareading. All remaining mistakes are mine. Title from World Without Sunday's Drunk.

Johnny is pleasantly buzzed and feeling quite content, tangled up in bed with Stephane and knowing that Adam is passed out on the couch. )
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Ugh, nightmares and insomnia - why do they exist? So over that shit!

Next time I start feeling all whiny and shit, someone needs to shove me in the direction of [livejournal.com profile] stratospherique's LJ. It's probably wrong on some level that the Brat Prince Verse is happy place fic for me, but that's okay. Also, I owe [livejournal.com profile] stratospherique and [livejournal.com profile] apiphile comments, but the point is that BPV makes me happy.

I'm still playing catchup on drabbles/ficlets. I think it's a forever kind of prospect.

275 words, written for [livejournal.com profile] wook77, prompt: sectumsempra, scars, names

Every scar tells a story, even when the tale is something a person wants to forget. )

225 words, written for [livejournal.com profile] phelixstar, prompt: van-days Bert and Quinn in a battle against the heat/boredom

It is so fucking hot! )
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I have decided that I apparently like to create entire 'verses and just write random scenes from them instead of a coherent story. Also, the last time I said I wasn't going to write in a particular fandom and told [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 "I'm not gonna write this story, but if I did it would go like this..." and she came back with "Okay, we're not writing it, but if we were the next part would be...", we played around for like a month and ended up with The Epic Love Story. She is obviously an evil enabler. We're not doing that again (famous last words), but we have accidentally created a GK-ish verse that we're having a lot of fun with. :)

I was going to share a couple snippets from the different verses I've got going on right now, but that requires turning off the window unit A/C so I could plug in my hard drive. I could probably do a fic dump later this weekend? I have a Johnny/Evan story that has no point, and I don't have anything planned in it further than where it is, b/c Johnny doped up on painkillers and eating ice cream with Evan and ended up falling asleep on the couch together and drooling on Evan's shoulder was as far as the planning got in that fic.

Anyway. I've still got like a dozen drabbles/ficlets to type up/post from the last time I offered them, and I have threesome fic to finish for the email chain girls, and I have several bits of not!fic that I'm not writing, but I like drabble prompts because they're easy. :) So, first 10 people to request something drabblish, will get something. Eventually. Yall know my fandoms. You can also request a snapshot from of the verses, like werewolf!Empires or The Used HS AU or whatever. I need something to occupy my mind while I'm at the lake today, hiding in the shade. :) (I can't promise when they'll get typed up; the fact I got a new car a couple weeks ago means I can't get a new laptop for like another month or so, and sharing the desktop is even more difficult when it's too hot to sleep.) (I have not read Dragonsoul, so anything related to that world has to be from the first two books.)

ohhh, wait. I can totally post snapshots!

From what would have been my bbb for this year if I had finished it:

High school AU )

The beginning of the pointless Johnny/Evan (unless the point is to make the email girls smile, b/c that was the motivation behind this):

this is actually saved as Johnny Hates Everyone )

Fic that I'm not writing with [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000:

this preceeds the failed blowjobs )
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So, I have several posts I've been meaning to make this weekend, and I also got run off the computer already today. I'm hoping to get back on after everyone else goes to bed & finish the awesome fic I'm betareading and get to work on some other things.

In the meantime, how about some long overdue ficlets? Mucho gracias to [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000 for looking these over for me.

225 words for [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjunkie: Jepha, snowflake, tea, scarf

Jeph regularly thought they were getting too old for this shit... )

400 words, [livejournal.com profile] gelsey's rarepair challenge: Draco/Luna; "Each night the moon kisses secretly the lover who counts the stars." -Rumi; whisper, darkness; Somewhere Out There - Linda Rondstadt 

Luna likes the quiet blanket of darkness... ) 

400 words for [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane: Johnny/Evan, honeymoon 

Evan wasn't really a spur-of-the-moment guy... )

200 words for [livejournal.com profile] irisgirl12000: something Bogart-related about the Discos recording their new album? I'm imagining doggy sounds somehow making their way into the list of weird background noises on this album. 

Spencer had agreed that it was easier... )

600 words for [livejournal.com profile] arielchan: werewolf!Empires 

Sometimes Tom really missed being able to sneak off and sulk in peace... )
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There are so many ridiculous half-finished ideas in my life. This was inspired by one of the [livejournal.com profile] bandomvalentine prompts that I didn't claim. Unbeta'd and finished by not complete, if that makes sense.

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Pre-split Patd/Empires, Spencer/SVV
811 words

Why do you have a tambourine on your head? )
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So, a few of us are having a Word Count Challenge to try and motivate one another to write something, and the first checkpoint is midnight EST. Prize has yet to be determined, and there will probably be a second part of the challenge tomorrow. We're just going by word count, it's not necessary that you actually post what you write. I'm obviously going to have a few hours of non productive time tonight so I'm trying to get ahead before I go out, but I'm failing just a little bit. Part of the problem is that since I'm working on my BBB, I keep looking for sections that I know I've written but that are not actually in my BBB file. I need these things for reference and cannot find them!

But I did find a drabble from a while back, so here. *shares*

"You are an old man, Jepharee," Bert tells him. "Old and grumpy. I'm gonna buy you an old man sweater and some slippers, maybe some viagra so you'll be less grouchy."

Jepha finds it really hard to take Bert seriously when he’s looking at him upside down, feet thrown over the arm of the couch and head hanging over the edge. Jepha doesn't point out that his mom gave him new slippers for Christmas, or that if he wanted an ugly old man sweater he would just steal one from Quinn, or that he definitely doesn't need the viagra. Really, he doesn't think it’s too much to ask that Dan and Quinn take their strangely physical drinking game somewhere other than the table where he has his books spread out, trying to brush up on his Japanese. It seems he forgets most of his words quicker than he learns them.

Bert probably knows what he’s thinking anyway. He’s wearing that smirky little grin that Jepha can admit is pretty endearing, even upside down. He flips off the couch – landing on his feet, like always, because Bert is apparently part cat and also still part gymnast. Jepha doesn't really want to know the wheres or whys behind Bert still practicing those skills.

Bert presses a smacking kiss to Jepha's cheek and whispers, "I still love you even if you are a grumpy old man."

Jepha smiles, even though that’s not a secret at all, and rolls his eyes. "Love you, too."
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Want some random ficlets? Several of you have already seen these by emails, but if anyone else is interested...

(note, all unbetad and probably ridiculous. Enjoy anyway!)

725 words of Bob/Patrick

Why did Lindsey send us each an invitation with a 'plus one' on it? )

475 words of Sisky. My interpretation of Sisky's tweets the other night, when we were all thinking he needed his internet taken away. :)

Drunk!Sisky is drunk. Also, he is complaining – loudly and insistently – because he's seen everyone’s dick except for Chiz's. )

425 words of Brendon/Patrick

Brendon wasn't hiding. Really, he wasn't. )

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