Monday, May 20th, 2013 09:08 pm
Snagged from [livejournal.com profile] rubynye:

I have 346 works archived at AO3. Pick a number from 1 (the most recent) to 346 (the first thing I posted there), and I'll tell you three things I currently like about it.
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Monday, May 20th, 2013 10:12 pm
My bff came and sprayed the dishwasher for me. It appears the fuckers are coming from out of the drain. It's also possible that they flew in from the window because it's fucking hot and those monsters can fly.

The dishwasher and the area are currently poisonous, which is fine because my appetite is fucking shot.

I don't know what to do other than keep the spray close at hand.

I'm just...

Really scared.

Oh my god, this phobia has just gotten worse over the years. I used to be able to handle these, I used to kill these things for other people when I was in the army, now it feels like they're crawling all over me.

Now every movement out of the corner of my eye is a nightmare. I probably should have gone with my bff and slept at her place, but I don't want to leave the house unattended while my parents are gone (yes, they're on holiday! Remember what happened the last time they went for a vacation, because I do!)

I can't handle this on my own, I just can't. And now my sister just called and I burst into tears.

This is such bullshit.
Monday, May 20th, 2013 02:08 pm
First I way overslept so there was no point in going to the library. Plus, it's humid as hell and threatening to pour and the way this day is going, I'd be caught outside in it.

I ventured out to CVS as they have dietCoke at a very good price this week, but there was only one 12 pk left.

I stopped at the Chinese place for take out. Usually the sweet and sour chicken is awesome, but I couldn't even finish it today. I think it was undercooked; the rice, too.

Harley crawled onto my lap clearly asking for pets, so I obliged. I stopped briefly and she reared up and raked her teeth along my forearm. And drew blood. She hasn't drawn blood with her teeth in years. It wasn't a lot but it was totally unexpected.

I asked a friend at the state!institution to scan an article for me and assumed the journal was at the science library because it's a mining journal. She also assumed that. She went through a comedy of errors just to get to the science library, only to discover the journal wasn't there. She just called me and I looked it up in the catalog again. It's at the main library. *headdesk*

I'm now wondering what the hell else is going to go askew. Maybe I should just crawl into bed and read fic?
Monday, May 20th, 2013 12:41 pm
The Wily McGarrett
Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] thegrrrl2002 | Hawaii Five-0 | Steve/Danny | Sexually explicit | ~5100 words | Coda for 3.23.

(Also on AO3)

'Were you stealth dropkicking people again?' )
Monday, May 20th, 2013 09:17 am
I am emotional - first time in a long time I've been able to tell my period's coming, because I am uncontrollably emotional. I am cranky about my story being a pain in my ass, I am pissed off that people do not have the brains to figure out their own goddamn systems, I am REALLY pissed off that I keep getting charged for Minibar items when I wouldn't touch them with a 10 foot pole.

I'm also pretty cranky about being piled on a shitload more work with no chance to catch up on my backlog. Seriously, I would like to finish the things on my plate before you dump three more plates' worth of stuff on me, god damn it.

ANGRY. CRANKY. This is my day, and has been my mood for a few days now. Oh, and weepy. I keep watching the saddest bits of the finale and crying, or thinking through the saddest parts of my stories and crying and generally, I feel like crying. I wish it felt more cathartic when I actually cried because it just makes me even more miserable. So what I really want is for my period to show up so I can get back on a more even keel.

(Have I ever mentioned how angry it makes me that my body can fucking hijack my emotions and brain function like this? Angry. Super fucking angry.)
Monday, May 20th, 2013 10:51 am
We're at the end of this ride. Many, many thanks to my betas on this: [personal profile] draconis , [personal profile] devohoneybee, [personal profile] mischief, [personal profile] raine, and [personal profile] samjohnsson .

Hope you guys have enjoyed!
Part 5 on AO3 here; on Dreamwidth, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4.

You didn't mention knowing Grayson. )
Monday, May 20th, 2013 09:22 am
Mondays, every week, let's celebrate ourselves, to start the week right. Tell me what you're proud of. Tell me what you accomplished last week, something -- at least one thing -- that you can turn around and point at and say: I did this. Me. It was tough, but I did it, and I did it well, and I am proud of it, and it makes me feel good to see what I accomplished. Could be anything -- something you made, something you did, something you got through. Just take a minute and celebrate yourself. Either here, or in your journal, but somewhere.

(And if you feel uncomfortable doing this in public, I've set this entry to screen any anonymous comments, so if you want privacy, comment anonymously and I won't unscreen it. Also: yes, by all means, cheer each other on when you see something you want to give props to!)
Monday, May 20th, 2013 01:05 am
Had a very nice day off today. I actually got to sleep in, which I haven't really done in a couple weeks, since while Irene was here, I was waking up early to do stuff even when I didn't have work. I vacuumed, did some translating, and ran some errands, but otherwise just didn't really do much. Very relaxing.
Monday, May 20th, 2013 02:46 am
Title: All The Good Things You Are
Author: [personal profile] scrollgirl
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG-1
Pairing/Characters: Cameron Mitchell/John Sheppard, Carolyn Lam, Vala Mal Doran, Brendan Sheppard-Mitchell
Warnings/Rating: Discussion of possible rape, but no actual rape; PG-13
Words: 7500
Author's Note: Unfinished and abandoned WIP. Part of my Red Ribbon 'verse in which John and Cam have a son named Brendan. Set maybe a year after Wherever We Are Understood. Brendan is ~3 years old.
Summary: Cam has no memory of the last three days and begins to fear the worst when John won't tell him the truth of what has happened.

Wherever We Are Understood )

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AND THAT IS ALL I WROTE.

I began writing this for the very first Cameron Mitchell Trope Ficathon but obviously I never finished. No, I doubt I will ever finish it, even though this story is AWESOME and I adore the mystery, which I'd mostly outlined from beginning to end. The angst was off the charts, and it was plot-driven (which was probably my downfall), and the resolution was not going to be easy.

One day, maybe, I'll buckle down to write the rest of this story and give Cam some peace of mind, but it's not likely to happen any time soon.