screaming loud enough to turn back the wind

Title: war was what we talked about and what the flowers were
Fandom: Avengers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Gerald Stern
Warnings: goes AU during movie; maybe some bullshittery by the god of bullshit
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 520
Point of view: third
Notes: I was going to turn this into a prompt for the kinkmeme. I wrote it myself instead.


( Things go differently on the helicarrier. )

I kinda wanna play the commentary game again. You know, the one where someone tells me a fic they want my thought processes/AU ending/holy shit, can't believe I wrote that stuff on . So. Any takers?


Also, look at my newest icon! I call him Squidipus the Dragon. He's my squishy.

First, I can totally see how this McGarret guy could be Arthur-from-Inception's brother.

Second, why did no one tell me that Murphy McManus and Spike are REALLY BAD GUY brothers? Dude, that's awesome.

Back to watching!

So, last Sunday I had the worst cramp I've had in a long time. A week ago today I had a migraine, terrible cramps, felt over all like crap, and had to stop and catch my balance a few times so that I wouldn't fall.

Tuesday was worse. Tuesday I had to call for a ride home from work and saw my neurologist, who told me to go home, rest, and see if it passed.

It hasn't. The problem has grown worse. I saw my neurologist again on Friday and had an MRI today. I've had a headache the whole time and kept having to catch my balance. Every time I stand, I have a moment of vertigo. I tried doing the dishes as an experiment to see what I can do: took three times longer than it usually does and, wow, I felt like shit afterwards.

I haven't been to work since Tuesday. I can't drive. I almost fell down after bringing one load of groceries in from the car.

But I had a job interview two weeks ago and recieved a voicemail during my MRI - they'd like to talk about me going to work for them. And I can't drive right now. I have no idea what's wrong with me, the doctor has no idea, and if the MRI doesn't tell us anything? What the fuck do we do then?

So, yeah. I'm a little bit scared. My head still fucking hurts, and I'd really like to be able to walk from one room to the other without having to grab something or rest against the wall.

On the plus side, according to the lab's scale, I've lost a couple pounds. Booyah.

Title: If we wanted to tell you everything, we would leave more footprints in the snow or kiss you harder
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Richard Siken
Warnings: AU
Pairings: Methos/Richie
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 530
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Richie, "Young Offender" by the Pet Shop Boys

How graceful your movements
How bitter your scorn
I've been a teenager
since before you were born
And younger than some
I've only begun


(  A hundred years. He feels so old, sometimes. Joe's long dead. Mac's been missing almost as long. )




Title: Tag, you're dead
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: Methos rambling
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 310
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, any, the only way to survive The Game even moderately sane is to play it like any other game




(  Every immortal is a killer. Not always a murderer – self defense, after all, is not murder. )



Title: petals and jewels
Fandom: fairy tales (Diamonds and Toads)
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for the fairy tale
Pairings: mentions of het
Rating: PG
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 135
Prompt: Any, Any, They all think you're so lucky but you never tell them the gemstones and roses hurt when they fall from your lips.



(  Her sister is cursed. Everyone knows it. )




Title: the man who is indifferent to everything
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: Methos is not mine; title from Johann K. Lavater
Warnings: mentions of torture/experimentation; character death
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 510
Point of view: third
Prompt: Author's choice, any, "I have only one word of advice: run."



(  Methos is a survivor. That means he survives. )



Title: if you're gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it
Fandom: White Collar/RED/Inception
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Kenny Rogers
Warnings: AU for White Collar; mentions of violence
Pairings: almost Peter/Neal, mentions of Arthur/Eames, Peter/Elizabeth
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 660
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, his/her lover tries to forget that he/she is a killer but ultimately can't
Note: in this ‘verse


( After meeting the brother and dad, Peter has trouble reconciling them with Neal. )

So, guess what I started today? That's right: the Merlin/Harry Potter crossover. I wrote Emerys Donahue's Sorting. The Hat knows something. (Of course it does.)

Yesterday, I read over the fourteen handwritten pages I have of the baby!dragon story. I think the plot (what there is of it in fourteen pages, honestly) moves too quickly, and I made a few edits. I'll do an outline at some point in the near future, and flesh out what I have so far.

In case you're wondering, it's about a town outcast finding an orphaned dragonet, and it turns out the dragonet is the prophesized Chosen One that all the magical creatures (and normal animals) have been waiting for.

Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: AU for senior year; Karofsky never transferred; language
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, mentions of unrequited Karofsky/Kurt
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 1370
Point of view: third
Notes: this ‘verse is not written chronologically. be aware of that, please.
More notes: I started writing this… oh, ages ago. I finally finished it because of something else I really want to write, and couldn’t with this in the way. So.


( She is Kurt’s mother, and she’s dead, but she’s standing there, smirking. )

Title: Much have I seen and known
Fandom: Ten Inch Hero
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: mentions of child abuse
Pairings: Priestly/Tish
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 955
Point of view: third
Notes: sequel to this



( When her son walks into the shop wearing a ratty shirt with a faded-beyond-readability slogan and holey jeans, his hair completely unstyled and make-up that hasn’t been washed in a few days, Zoheret doesn’t waste time asking him what is wrong. )

You know what I want?  An X-Men First Class Erik/Charles vid to Drumming Song.  Every time I hear that song anymore, Erik and Charles are all I think about, so. 


Gimme!