maychorian: (multipurpose fandom)
So, here are nine little ficlets requested by friends, and one just for me. They’re all short—mostly between one and five hundred words; the longest is 593 and the shortest is 119. None are rated above PG. Mostly they’re happy little fluff pieces, because I was in an awesome mood and wanted to share my joy. :) In the header for each is the fandom and characters, as well as the prompt word. I didn’t always succeed in following the prompt all that well, though. Not very well proofed, so if you spot a typo let me know. Most of these were written in fifteen minutes to a half hour, in the comment box, then posted immediately, like a good commentfic should be.

Jedi Apprentice: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan; safe )

Star Wars: Jaina/Kyp Durron; puppy eyes )

Numb3rs: wee!Eppeses; carousel )

Dexter/Stargate SG-1: Dexter, Ba’al; meet )

Stargate SG-1: Sam, Teal’c; flying )

Star Wars/Supernatural: Obi-Wan, Dean; bar fights )

Supernatural/Stargate SG-1: Dean, Sam Carter; snarking )

Star Wars/Stargate SG-1: Jack, Qui-Gon; fishing )

Doctor Who/Stargate SG-1: Jack, The Doctor; authority )

Supernatural: Sam, Dean; rant )
maychorian: (Piano Hero)
Guys guys guys guys guys!

So yesterday, right, I got a BIG EFFING BOX in the mail. Not unexpected, since I ordered it several months ago, but this was one BIG EFFING BOX, and I wished that I had a house, with a porch, so that the BIG EFFING BOX could sit on my porch, instead of me having to go to the apartment office to pick it up. It would be awesome to have a house with a porch and a BIG EFFING BOX, like a sort of status symbol, I guess, though I usually don't care about status symbols, but this would be a good one. Because seriously, so much squee for this BIG EFFING BOX. The office girl offered to help me carry it out to my car, but I could manage. It wasn't really that heavy, just sort of unwieldy, because it was a really, really BIG EFFING BOX. And then I opened it in my car and took out the slightly smaller BIG EFFING BOX inside and carried it up the stairs to my apartment by one handle, not straining, just sort of dragging, because this was one BIG EFFING BOX.

What was in the BIG EFFING BOX, do you ask? Hmm? Are you curious?

It was Guitar Hero World Tour, and it makes me so frigging happy I might die of joy. I've been pretty much living on peanut butter for months now in order to afford it, but so worth it.

Because because. HOTEL CALIFORNIA. And MUSE'S ASSASSIN. And RAMBLIN' MAN. And many, many other songs that my brain is too full of happiness to remember right now. I played for two hours last night before my fingers started to hurt and I decided to watch Dexter for awhile. Which I then could not stop, but had to finish the first season. (BLEW ME AWAY, BTW.)

Anyway, what I'm saying is that I might not be writing much fic for a little while, cuz I'll be busy touring the world and playing fake guitar.

Also, the left lens in my glasses popped out this morning and I couldn't find it, so I'm sitting here at work with only one lens, and it doesn't matter that much because my left eye is useless with or without a lens, but it's still giving me a grumpy headache. Yet the SQUEE OVERCOMES.

I love my BIG EFFING BOX.
maychorian: (Alec smile)
Ack, I am being spammy again. But what are weekends for, right? Anyway, three things that I am absolutely in love with right at this moment.

1. Frozen strawberries that have melted and then re-frozen so that they are all in this giant bar out of the bag that takes a long time to suck and chew and savor and...nom nom nom nom. Best Saturday supper ever. My ratties also went nuts over some frozen strawberry bits, though the mice seem unamused.

2. This song: http://www.imeem.com/neverneverland/music/gkAyWw39/the_real_tuesday_weld_i_believe/. Did I mention that I also like zydeco music? I have broad tastes.

3. Dexter. I have the first season and I am slowly working my way through it, and...I am bowled over. Oh my word. The plots. The characters. The intersecting relationships, the slow, leisurely revelations that cast everything in new light. No one truly evil, no one truly good, just people, and I love them all. And by everything that's holy, the CINEMATOGRAPHY. The lighting, the detail, the richness, the Miaminess of it all. I feel like I know what it is to live in that city now, the heat and color and culture, the wonder and the sleaziness and the danger. ::shivers:: Beyond beautiful.

August 2015

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