screaming loud enough to turn back the wind

(  On Wednesday morning, Blaine met Kurt at the public library on Pritchard.  )


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a) You know what I just got a craving for?  Some good old-fashioned overprotective big brother Dean Winchester fics.  How odd is that?  I kinda wanna rewatch seasons 1&2 now.

b) Remember that job I got fired from last year?  Yeah, I'll be going back, in a different section, doing something different, the week after next.  If all goes well, I'll be there till the end of June/start of July.

c) Last week (on Mardi Gras!) the temp agency I signed on with sent me to a call center.  The four days I was there, I hated it more than the movie theater/department store combined.  I actually called tigremerein tears.  It was bad.

d) I've been working on the Highlander/Avengers movieverse crossover ( 'a taste of lightning' ) recently.  It's at ff.net and Ao3 at the moment.  I'm really not sure when I'll move it here.  Anyway, the research I've conducted into Norse mythology has made me like Loki even more.  Fuck, but he and his kids got a raw deal.  The Norse gods were a bunch of douchebags.

e) I'm waiting to recieve the final go-ahead on the Klaine Princess Diaries fic from the beta.  Then I've got to figure out how to put navigation bars and the header into it in HTML.   It's the longest thing I've ever set out to write, and I really do love it.

f) What kind of jobs involve mythology? 

g) I'm twenty-four now.  tigremere and tigris_lilsis invented a cake for me.

So, I'm halfway through typing the sixth part and I HAVE MORE THAN 20000 WORDS!! I've made the minimum! And I'm thinking there will be one more part, two more interludes, and an epilogue, since the dinner/ball keeps moving itself backward.

21000 words! This is the longest thing I've ever set out to write, since all the rest sort of just decided to be long somewhere along the way.

First off, I think I should go ahead and post all the SN unfinisheds. I have a few that I think could've been really awesome, and none of them are over 500 words. Should I toss them out into the interwebs? I'm never ever gonna finish 'em.

And now the WIP paragraphs! Guess the fandoms, if you dare.


“Principal Figgins,” Grandmother said calmly, at ease behind his desk, hands clasped, smiling at him. “I am very underwhelmed by this learning institution of yours. To be quite honest, I would prefer that my grandson and Mr. Hummel still attended Dalton Academy.”

Eddie smiled. “Understood.” He paused, eyes going from each sister to Gwaihir, before down to his hands and then the door. “Secret for secret?” he offered, and whispered something. It didn’t sound English, and both twins gasped as a tiny snake slithered down his right hand. “Dad spelled him miniature,” Eddie said.

Kurt goes home and makes a list of his interests. It includes French (for his mom), theater, singing, music, Broadway, fashion, designing outfits, German (for the grandparents who died when he was a baby), The Sound of Music, writing (the usual angsty poetry of outcasts, lyrics that are actually halfway decent, short stories, and a screenplay, so far), and New York City.

Finn shows up at the tail-end, when Azimio is on the floor crying, and Dave’s unconscious, head in Kurt’s lap. Blaine gets there just after Finn and hurries to Kurt’s side, dropping next to him. Teachers come running, trying to make the kids get back to class, but everyone’s caught up by Kurt, by the look on his face, and Azimio shaking, and Kurt’s holding Dave, the kid who drove him out of school once.

The Dark Lord Voldemort rises from the ashes of his defeat, far more powerful than before. At his side, unnamed except for Apprentice, stands a young man who only ever wanted to belong somewhere he was beloved.

(There might a theme amongst these WIPs. *giggles*)