Multi-Time fic
Alpha Es Et O, PG-13 (no Charlie)
Five Things Charlie Told Danny Before Casey, PG-13
So Goes The World, PG, Audio: .mp3, 4.02MB, 4,23 mins
The Omission Bias (When It All Comes Down), PG-13 (2007/2008 - either side of The Fall)
Chronological - MTGD timeline
"My Family" by Charlie McCall, PG
Blood Will Tell, PG
Safe, But Somehow Sorry, PG-13
Tour 2007, PG
2008: The Fall, PG-13
2010: I See No Fat Lady, PG
2011: Fathers and Sons, PG
2015: Boy Meets Girl , PG
Lost and Found - due South 'verse. Ray/Ray.
Chronological - LaF timeline
Wait for the Sunrise , (Pre-prologue - heh!) PG, Audio: .mp3, 1.82MB, 3.59 mins
Prologue: No Sure Thing, PG-13, Audio: .mp3, 2.48MB, 5.25 mins
Push and Push and Push Till It Hurts, R, Audio: .mp3, 5.37MB, 11,44 mins
Growing Pains, PG, Audio: .mp3, 2.02MB, 4.25 mins
Restoration: What's Lost Is Found, NC-17, Audio: .mp3, 11.4MB, 24,53 mins
When The Borders Bleed, Audio: .mp3, 3.8MB, 8,19 mins, R
One Hundred Eighty, NC-17, Audio: .mp3, 4.23MB, 9,15 mins
The Power of Grace, NC-17
A Passing State of Mind, R
Other Audiofic
Fandom: Life on Mars
Five Bosoms Gene Wishes He'd Never Got Close To Text: | Audio: .mp3, 2.6MB, 5,47 mins
Four Times Gene Hit Sam and One Time He Didn't Text: | Audio: .mp3, 3.06MB, 6,42 mins
Fandom: Green Wing
A Different Angle Text: | Audio: .mp3, 3.47MB, 3,48 mins
Five Times Guy Says, 'Let Me Finish' Text: | Audio: .mp3, 8.90MB, 4,26 mins
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general_jinjur unless otherwise indicated. Please right click and save as.Other than that, JACK! How can I forget how much I love him? *squishes him up*
This weekend I was supposed to go see my Dad sing, but I was too dizzy to drive the 350 mile round trip. Bastard. So I've mostly been watching TV and teaching myself to crochet granny squares via the medium of YouTube. Finally, a use for all my odds and sods of wool. \cat/ I also fitted a new radio into my car (because I am awesome) and had a long IM conversation with Vonnie where we both talked in faux Elizabethan English the whole time for no good reason. Oooookay then.
- tell me now how do i feel:
creative
A little story for you.
Today is Children in Need day, which means, among other things, mostly the kids are out of school uniform. So in Boy H's class we had kids in stripes, kids in spots, kids in girly pink, you name it, but, you know, pretty much looking like little kids. And then we had L. Dressed in a black t-shirt with a silver pattern on it (including a skull), a black hoodie, black jeans and black, canvas baseball boots. He's six.
Me to Student Teacher - OMG, he's an emo kid!
Student Teacher (who is easily in her 40s): I bet he listens to My Chemical Romance.
Me: YES! Where's his fringe?
Student Teacher: (sings) When I was a young boy,
Me: (joins in) My father took me into the city,
Class Teacher (who is also easily in her 40s): (joins in, the volume swells) To see a marching band.
Children: O_o
Us: *fall about laughing*
Later, Boy L was sprawled on the carpet (he is a fidget).
Me: Nobody understands your pain, do they, L?
Lying down, now.
- tell me now how do i feel:
enough has been had
mrs_laugh_track. It seems like we've been doing this forever. *squish*Wat/Chaucer, R, 1800 words, following on from Ramble On and Further On Up the Road. Can be read as a stand-alone, but the universe will probably make more sense if you've read 'em all.
( Consummate Desire )
- tell me now how do i feel:
sleepy
It's all about the team, baby.
mrs_laugh_track was on hand, as always, to squee and point thumbs at me, which made me happy, so yay, her!So. Fic. 800 words, team, gen, G.
( Why We Are )
- tell me now how do i feel:
tired
Det. Charlie Crews: Maybe it's insecure.
Oh yeah, I have a new TV boyfriend.
(Which makes me feel better for breaking up with Heroes. See ya, Heroes. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. No. Wait. Let it hit you HARD.)
- tell me now how do i feel:
amused
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE internets!! I am so excited!1!eleventy!!@! (I'd twirl you all, but given the current state of affairs...)
- tell me now how do i feel:
W00T!
belmanoir made for me (yay!) and I put text on. I have a feeling you'll be seeing it a lot.) Smooches to mrs_laugh_track whose thumbs remain in the up position. Wat (Wat/Chaucer, kinda), R (I DON'T KNOW, OK?), ~900 words, summary's in the title.
( Five Ways Wat Has Sinned and One Way He Means To, Just As Soon As Chaucer Lets Him )
- tell me now how do i feel:
bored
God.
I checked back in my lj. Last winter I had to be off for 6 days (plus two weekends). Please let me get better quicker this time. We're currently on Day 2. Fun tiems.
Blah blah booooooooored blah blah can't do anything requiring brain power/concentration blah blah ARGH blah blah whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. *cries*
Dance for me, little monkeys, dance! (Did I say that out loud?)
- tell me now how do i feel:
frustrated
One day I will stop titling my A Knight's Tale fic with titles from the soundtrack. Today? Not that day.
Notes: Philippa, Chaucer's wife, only turns up in a deleted scene (or the extended version), neither of which I've seen. Therefore, I'm not counting as canon the fact that Wat knows about her. Just so you know. Thanks again to
mrs_laugh_track for the up-pointing thumbs (of great justice). And to the medieval church for being so screwed up it wouldn't recognise love if it bit it in the ass.Wat/Chaucer, probably PG-13 (tending towards R, my definitions are wavy), 3000 words, sequel to Ramble On, but can be read as a stand alone.
'It is agreed among all men that there is no good thing in the world, and no courtesy, which is not derived from love as from its fountain.
Cappelanus, The Art of Courtly Love, btw 1174-1186
( Further On Up The Road )
- tell me now how do i feel:
yeah, it's back
40% of people pissing on that institution? Yes, clearly you all take it very seriously indeed.
So here's my suggestion. No one gets to be married. No one gets to use the term marriage any more because, frankly, darlings, the world as it is makes a mockery out of it. EVERYONE, gay, straight, transgender, WHOEVER, gets to have a civil partnership. Rights are equal and WE ALL GET OUR HEADS OUT OF OUR ASSES.
/this post brought to you by righteous indignation and a dizzy head.
- tell me now how do i feel:
angry
Thank fuck.
- tell me now how do i feel:
relieved
Chaucer/Wat, 2900 words, PG-13,
( Ramble On )
- tell me now how do i feel:
accomplished
So what better way to completely turn that on its head than by writing a fic that maybe three of you will read? \o/ But I watched A Knight's Tale last night and then had a you-no you discussion with
mrs_laugh_track over who should write Chaucer/Wat porn called 'Takin' Care of Business' and I'm pretty sure we agreed it wasn't going to be me. But then I did. Oops. And then she told me it worked, so really? It's all Sonia's fault. 2100 words, Chaucer/Wat, R
( Takin' Care of Business )
- tell me now how do i feel:
bemused
i am drurunk as a not-skkkunk. i havve finshed my pumppkin beeer and am nooow drinkking morrriseeeey. truuefax. ddoooes this mean tommoorrow i'll beee clutchingg my head and mooaning heavven knowws im miseerable noww? /880s innndie music joke. (um, hi! peopeles hwo have not yett been subbjected to drunnk!me. thisss is me not carinrg about my fingerss.)
anyyway.
i cculd splaain why i wawsn't here orrr tell you oooof my derriing do naad stuff (thtere was sooomme dooing butt litle in the waay of derriing) but i bought thhiiiis book thiss week called 'miiixed up fairy tales' annnnd it has ssttrips in itt so you can fliccck them over nad make sillly stories. piiictures one sifde, textt the other.
the firstst page raeds:
"gollidilocks
wass bossesd around by ttwo horrrid stepsssirters
and feel aslsip for a hunddred years beore beingggg woken by
little reed ridindg hoood's grany."
only bgbetter splet.
so. i wanat to telll stories. thererefore, you needd to give me a ssseeequence of fourr numbers from 1-12, ee.g 4, 7, 11, 1 annd i wiilll find the storrrry and telll it to you. willl you get a seennsible one or silllly. whooooo knows? *doessss twilight zzone musix*
*tittlte courrtedsy of a knighgt's talee. mrs_alaugh_traaaack is totallly writeinng me chaaaucer/wat porrn with that as the tilet. right, soneia? hmmmmmmmm?
HI!
*ssucks on mmorrrissey somee more - i reeealyy don't think he'd like thta*
- tell me now how do i feel:
drunk
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ds_flashfiction genre challenge.Because Kowalski is five and should be in a children's book.
Based on the entirely hilarious Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! by the incredibly talented Mo Willems.
Due to the nature of this fic, it's housed off-site. Click on the images to continue through the book. Oh, and you might want to practise yelling "NO!" because audience participation is half the fun.
Don't Let Kowalski Interview the Perp!
That was a LOT of work, but much fun. Hope you like it.
- tell me now how do i feel: creative
I've been having a hard time getting going on writing (or creating of any kind other than knitting) lately, so I was kind of trepidatious about dealing with Iggy's prompt for her mad-music-guessing-skillz prize. But the fic (Bigmouth Strikes Again) slid out nice and easy and wow, it was so good to be back in the not-noticing-time-passing writing groove. So maybe prompts are the answer for now. Here's the plan. I'm fairly sure people have said in comments in other journals here and there, 'hey, cat should write X,' but being the flake I am, I have no idea what those things are. If you have one, or if something suddenly occurs to you that I NEED to write, come and prompt me with it. I promise nothing, but at least I'll have this post to refer back to if I need inspiration. (Who knows? Maybe it'll get me going enough to do something about Big Bang. La la la.)
The floor is yours. (And maybe the ceiling, too, if you ask nicely.)
MAN, I am so hungry. What's with that?
- tell me now how do i feel:
blank
ignazwisdom won my Chainlink Music Meme, I asked her to prompt me for her prize. She wanted Jimmy/Chazz and the words 'butt pirate'. This is what happened - I think all blame should be laid at her feet, don't you? Iggy, honey, I hope you like it. This fic takes place in the same universe as There Is a Light That Never Goes Out, but it doesn't need to have been read first. Many thanks to
nos4a2no9 and dancinbutterfly for braving the dirty-bad-wrong and providing beta.I would summarise it, but this quote from Nos says everything I want to say:
I think this may be my very favourite story that features both discussion of felching AND cookies.
Ta-da!
Jimmy/Chazz, 2100 words, PG-13
( Bigmouth Strikes Again )
- tell me now how do i feel:
dirty-bad-wrong
Anyone who a) is not
ignazwisdom, b) has seen Blades of Glory, c) is preferably American, available to beta a fic for me? It's not time-sensitive unless Iggy's intending to send assassins of doom after me for not giving her her prize STAT, but I think I'm safe for the moment.All help very gratefully received.
Look, Nos! I wrote stuff. (Possibly it's something that should never have seen the light of day, but hey. Fic.)
ETA. Sorted, with big thanks to
dancinbutterfly. \o/- tell me now how do i feel:
hopeful
In the last couple of weeks it has nearly failed to start several times, failed to engage the handbrake (so I started rolling backwards on a petrol forecourt - /o\ ) and refused to let me open the boot - where I keep EVERYTHING I need for my job - it's like a mobile office. But messier by a factor of a gazillionty. Then, a couple of days ago it let me open the boot again! Triumph? Uh, no. Next it wouldn't let me open the glove compartment. I locked and unlocked it. Wouldn't open. I used the scraper thing as a crowbar. Wouldn't open? I glared at it. Wouldn't open. Bashed the dashboard above and either side. Wouldn't open. And my radio was inside. Waaaah.
Today I stopped for more petrol and thought, right, that's it. So I kicked it. Hard. Three times.
Wouldn't open. *sigh*
So then I pulled it the tiniest bit it would open, got my fingertips in and yanked. Um. It opened. Oh, yeah, it opened. The lock entirely broke off and a whole bunch of tapes came tumbling out. La la la. You'd think that'd be the end of that, right? No. I got out of the car and went to take off the petrol cap to fill her up. It wouldn't budge. Maybe I didn't lock it the last time so by unlocking I just locked, I thought. I turned the key. Nope. Definitely locked now. Turned it back and tried to unscrew the cap. Nothing.
At this point I considered hysterical laughter or turning on the girly eyelashes and asking a random strong man for help (not like a fairground strongman with barbells and leopard print pants and a twirly moustache - we don't have them randomly wandering about the countryside - leastways not where I work) but decided to give it one last heave. It turned.
IDK, people, I think my car is taking the piss. I am just about to drive it 120 miles down the road for the weekend. This could be the Worst Plan Ever. If you never hear from me again, know I died thinking about hot boys having lots of sex together. *clings*
- tell me now how do i feel:
concerned
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