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fic: eleven thousand kings (Arthur/Merlin)

Title: eleven thousand kings
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 6747
Summary: The Old Religion abides by one rule only: for every life made, there must be one given. 
Warnings: Character death, heavy angst 
Disclaimer: Characters are borrowed and twisted for the author's entertainment. Or, not mine
AN: First Merlin fic!  And I go for the angst *facepalms*.  It's a bit AU, in that Morgana returns, and Gwen marries Arthur for the sake of Camelot.  Thanks to the lovely, lovely andrealyn or beta-ing the first drafts of this, when it was really rough and missing huge scenes.  You darling. 

Update I'm getting spammed like crazy on this work, so I'm only allowing registered users to comment.  This fic can also be found on AO3 here f you want to comment, or download it.  Thanks, you guys.

The exchanges are unwritten but in existence, based on the most basic rules of life, and Merlin had known exactly how this would end.Collapse )

RL, and OMG inception

Have been dealing with RL, so I've been AWOL.  Look ma, acronyms.  In happier news, I've now seen Inception three times in one week, totalling it at five.  It may or may not beat out Star Trek XI's viewings (of eight).  Also, we can thank Mr. Nolan for writing our slash for us, *cough*ARTHUR/EAMES*cough* and Tom Hardy for being secks and delicious.  And also coming out of the proverbial wardrobe.  WE LU TOM HARDY.

From andrealyn :

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request ~something~ of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to can post this in their journal. If you absolutely can't write, you can offer drawings or icons or something instead (meta? picspams? reasons why that character/pairing rocks/doesn't rock?).

I guess anything goes, guys.  Hopefully it will inspire me to start up again.  Damn you, kink_meme. 

MOVIE REVIEWS: Prince of Persia and Splice.


Prince of Persia/Splice

Warning: SPOILERS galore, so if you read this, you WILL be spoiled.  Like majorly.

Click here for your thirty second review, littered with enlightening snark!  Sorry, no screencaps, too laazzzy.  

Prince of Persia, or Jake Gyllenhall, Persian hottieCollapse )

fic: nobody tells you this

Title: nobody tells you this
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1700
Summary: It's never easy being the undefined half of the relationship.  If there was a relationship to begin with.  Academy-verse.
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: Characters are borrowed and twisted for the author's entertainment. Or, not mine
AN: Inspired by this line from creedfic 's Interwoven "It hurts you when he cheats."  Brilliant fic.  Go read it. 

But they never talked about it, and they probably won't.Collapse )

May. 7th, 2010

There are days when I'm so alone, and I wonder why I gave up my life for the happiness of my friends when they don't even value it.  I'm not even that old, but sometimes I wake up and it feels like I've been heartbroken all my life. 



It seems to me this is all I ever do.  START THINGS AND THEN CRY ABOUT THE BADPLOT. 



I'm thinking of auditioning for Glee. 

I may have to dip into the pool of Asian, and do the whole instruments thing. 

That is all. 


I can't play my piece. 

It seems insignificant to most, and I'll probably laugh about this when I <i>can</i> in fact play it, but what people don't know is this.  In order to play this piece, I have to have great control over my bow.  My fingers have to chord quickly enough in order for it to be clean.  But I can't do it when overwhelming panic wells up in my throat. 

This entire piece is made out of chords.  And it's frankly brilliant, but terrifying, since I am absolutely incapable of doing it justice.  I can't complain about it at school because the multitudes of people who can play the piece will be upon me, and frankly, I don't need that.  It's slightly condescending and patronizing, and it often feels like they're gauging my abilities. 

Also, I may slightly hate my faculty.  I have a conductor who everyone loves and hates, but unfortunately is very, very old-school and European.  He demands that we're in our seats an hour prior to rehearsal, and while I understand, IT'S NOT ALWAYS POSSIBLE, since most of us are trying to get other rehearsals in as well.  I've been sent a "You've been Late email" which is guaranteed 10% off my grade, and I really don't need that, since it will pull my entire average down.  What to do.  I have no idea, and I don't know how to approach his TA, since he's not the very giving type. 

And, one of my old childhood friends who decided to completely destroy our friendship way back when, has decided to reconnect ties, and because I am too spineless to ignore people, I have been talking to her.  I hate the way she assumes that we can just pick up where we left off, but we can't, since she's the one who has influenced the way I deal with all my friends.  Talk about childhood trauma. 


Title: sometimes all I have is this 
Pairing: Chris/Karl RPF
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2600
Summary: Chris is sick!  Karl arrives to do some nursemaiding!  Revelations are had!
Warnings: Schmoopppp.  Cranky!Chris.  Bemused!Karl.  Unbeta'd. 
Disclaimer: I, in no way, claim to actually know these people.  People and their souls, not mine.   
AN:  For [info]blcwriter, who had a mother of all illnesses, and BB I HOPE YOU ARE FEELING BETTER.  Here is some Chris/Karl for you.  <3<3<3.  Also, lady, you have popped my RPF cherry, YOU SHOULD BE SO LUCKY.  I hope I did it some justice, hurhurhur. 

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