even precious things get lost
Spencer and Ryan band break-up ficlet.
PG. 1000 words.
Title and cut text from Jonathan Seet's Precious Things.

( it's just so hard to hear you say the world is such a better place without you here )

Another five things, finished! YAY!

Five Times Rusty Bet on Danny and Won (or Lost, or Both), for lordessrenegade.
Danny/Rusty, PG-13.
4200 words, all beta'd by lordessrenegade herself.

( it's not that Rusty doesn't know that he has major issues when it comes to Danny... )

Drabble series! I forgot how much I love writing drabble series. (It's unfortunate that the plural of "series" is "series." It's also possible that I'm a little sleep-deprived.) This one was a little prettier in my head, though. Ah well.

Eight drabbles, all unbeta'd, all exactly 100 words. Lyrics and title are from Missy Higgins' Where I Stood, which is an absolutely gorgeous song that everyone should go listen to right now.

( this is a story about losing things. it's Gibbs' life, after all. )

For lordessrenegade: an NCIS/Dark Angel crossover, with some Tony/Logan. Warnings for a metric tonne of Michael Weatherly.

This is not beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. I am very upset that I'm crap at writing porn, because otherwise I could have written Michael Weatherly having sex with Michael Weatherly, which is just something that should happen all the time.

( Isn't this a little... narcissistic? )

Forgot to mention - my tiny little NCIS ficlet, Sawdust and Scotch, was nominated at ncis_awards for best angst gen, which is a little strange because, well, it's tiny.  The gen voting page is here, anyway.

For ewanspotter.

This one... got away from me? 2100 words.


( can't you see there's no escape, no escape from time )

I am determined to start writing again, writer's block be damned.  So - give me a five things to write.  Give me more than one.  I'll do West Wing, NCIS, Sports Night, Studio 60, House, due South, bandom, Ocean's 11... even Dark Angel.  Please?

2700 words of Rusty and Danny gen. Major thanks to lordessrenegade for her beta-ing expertise. Much appreciated! All remaining errors are mine, and feel free to hit me over the head for them. Lyrics at the beginning belong to Mayday Parade.

( is everyone here make-believe? )

This is still unbeta'd, so feel free to make fun of it/me/whatever. I tried some things. Not sure if it... works, entirely. Anyway.

Lyrics used are from:
Sara Bareilles – City; Midtown – Give It Up; Linkin Park – Shadow of the Day; Empires – Under the Bright Lights; Red Hot Chili Peppers – Snow; City and Colour – Hello, I'm in Delaware; Empires – Valmont.

2700 words of Jack/Jordan Studio 60 fic.

( the same songs )

Hey, look a House ficlet.  House/Cameron, R, 500 words.

Thanks to lordessrenegade, who saved this fic from being a future regret.  Title and cut-text from Bulletproof Weeks, by Matt Nathanson.

( summer left and no one said a word )

Yeah, this looked like fun.

( last 25 firsts )

Patterns?  Um, I don't like explaining what's going on.  I like very short sentences.  I've written a lot more bandslash, and a lot more, period, than I thought.

Approximately 2400 words of Jon/Spencer and Brendon/Ryan in a Panic! in an orchestra AU.

Thanks to lordessrenegade for beta-ing this and making it so much better.

Title from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "The Day Is Done."

( 'I,' said Ryan, 'hate atonalism.' )

I went to Warped Tour Wednesday, flist. And the only reason I'm not jumping up and down is because my excitement and glee can't be boiled down to keyboard smashing. No, they must remain in full screaming, jumping, flailing, physical dimensions.

Why? Because of these guys.

( this is mayday parade )

Unbeta'd and quick. Set after the season 5 finale (Judgment Day).

( sawdust dreams )

Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

I've decided that since no one affirmed my epiphany yesterday about Casillas, you all need to be educated to his awesomeness.

( reasons that Casillas is awesome (for those unconvinced, I offer the promise that he's very, very attractive) )

So there you have it. Iker Casillas = the sex. Mortals bow in awe.

2000 words, G.

Thanks to lordessrenegade for the beta!

Thanks to lordessrenegade  for a quick beta job!

Bandslash: Fall Out Boy (with a Gerard cameo), 1200 words.

Thanks to lordessrenegade  for the beta. Title/cut text from The Chosen, by Chaim Potok, which changed my life.  Hard R.