Meg's Fics

I am having thinky thoughts tonight, and they are about genitals.

2013-03-10T01:55:44Z

More importantly, what happens when your genitals get sick.

You see, today, I did something that I've been needing to do for well over a year now.

[cut for slight personal info]

I finally went to the doctor to things checked out *ahem* down there, since I've known that I've had some sort of infection for about that long. Money issues and all prevented me from going and getting it treated. Unfortunately, due to the weekend and the price of tests, I couldn't get a full std screening done, but the nurse practitioner did an exam and decided to go ahead and treat me for a long term case of gonorrhea and chlamydia.

Which, I knew I had something, already accepted it - in fact, I've purposely been celibate because of it.

Anyways, though, I do what I normally do anytime the doc says that they think I have something and then they leave the room - bust the phone out and google that ish. I already knew that it was really common for you to have both (vs just one at a time, there's a 46% concurrent infection rate of chlamydia when you have gonorrhea).

I didn't realize that chlamydia was referred to as being 'silent', that one in 15 women have it. Not have had it, but currently have. 1 in 4 guys have it and have no clue.

Alright, hold that thought. I'll come back to it in a bit.

Last weekend, mskatej had an excellent post on condom usage in fanfic - you can find it here, and I'd highly recommend you check it out. One of the things that was touched on was condom usage during a blowjob; to this day, I can't seem to remember any fic outside Needs Must where a condom was used during a blowjob. In contrast, people warn for barebacking and add disclaimers about safe sex during fics that contain those things. Yet, you're still running those risks with a blowjob. To make things even more fun, it's common for people to not have symptoms while they're infected.

Let's be real, how often do you read (or write) lines that are along the following in fic?

I trust you

I know I'm clean

I've always used a condom so I know I'm clean

I'll get tested sometime this week after you fuck my brains out 1354875 more times

....and yet, unless you've been tested prior and had zero sexual contact with anyone, are you actually in fact, clean?

I mean, I've used condoms for blowjobs before, but never in a personal context, only business. In my case, I've got a pretty strong gut feeling about when it was, and if that's the case, well... that was from receiving unprotected oral.

It's a bacterial infection. It can be cured. A fuckton of people have it, have had it, will have it. Bacterial infections of all sorts attack our immune systems every day, and sometimes we get sick, sometimes that illness is focused in an area of our body like our lungs, or our sinuses, or our mouths, or even *gasp* our crotches.

You never read about it, though. We whump, we shoot, we torture, we emotionally destroy our characters and put them back together, but if we give them STD's, it's always a bad thing, like Mike being enslaved and having a cruel owner, or it creates friction and one half of your otp ends up demanding to know why the other half cheated.

Where's the nurturing, the h/c? Couples work through shit like this all the time, and yeah, it's fucking embarassing as hell to tell a sexual partner that they were exposed to something you didn't know you had, but guess what - you can get through it. People aren't always going to hold it against you, because it's a lot more common than you'd think. I mean, hell - I read somewhere that one in 6 people have HSV2 (genital herpes) now? Yes, STD's cause problems. Yes, some of them don't go away ever, and can kill you. Guess what, they're not the only things that are that way. We're big on promoting safe sex, but it's idealistic - you don't always have a condom, you don't always want to say no when you don't have a condom or even when you do have one, you don't always wanna use it. They're a pain in the ass, but a necessary one in this day and age.

Are we naive, idealistic, or is it that STD's aren't 'insert adjective here' enough unless it's something dramatic and life threatening? I understand that there's a huge amount of escapism in fanfic, but there's often a huge amount of realism as well. I've seen so many ugly topics handled with such grace in fic, and yet stuff like this? It's incredibly rare.

Thoughts?

ok ok ok

2013-01-23T01:47:16Z

I'm back.

On slash fandom, particularly for Suits (crossposted from Tumblr)

2013-01-21T11:11:38Z

Sometimes I think that the reason why other online bloggers get more visibility than me is because I’m a slash fan.

You know what, though? I’m fucking sick and tired of it. So I’m gonna change that.

Quite frankly, slash is growing in popularity. So is fandom. And if someone has to stand up and say “Hey, I’m here, and guess what, you’ve been missing out on a helluva pairing,” well then… I don’t mind getting that movement started.

After all, someone has to do it. That’s clearly something that I seem to be good at, so fuck it.

There is NO reason why slash fans should be viewed any differently than het shippers or non shippers. We have the same passion, at times more. We work hard. I literally dedicate at LEAST an hour and a half a day looking for new spoilers, vids, pics, answering questions about Suits

We’re not ‘sick’ for having a pairing that has two guys in it. We see the chemistry, same as other shippers. I literally want to vomit in my mouth any time a het shipper tells me that there’s no way my pairing would ever happen - I know. I don’t want to see it on the show, ok? I’d be miserable because guess what, the show wouldn’t last much longer, there’s too many homophobic bigots in the world. But you know what? I don’t want to hear about how your pairing is so much better than mine because it’s more likely to happen. And if that keeps happening, I’m going to start giving you canon details about how one half of my OTP is CLEARLY dealing with unrequited love towards the other half.

Some men fall in love with other men. Human sexuality is based on a fluid continuum, and guess what - men fall in love with men sometimes, and women fall in love with other women.

Ok, so Sterek has brought a lot of visibility to slash pairings. They’re not the only pairing out there, though.

So, fuck it. If we need a goddamn slash diplomat for Suits, I’ll do it. I practically already am, but I’m no longer going to be as discreet about the pairing I like. I’m not going to cram it down everyone’s throat, but guess what?

I ship Harvey x Mike. I’m proud to have them as my OTP. I see where all other shippers are coming with their pairings in Suits, I’m not knocking them, ok?

That being said, slash has been around for decades. We’re not going anywhere. We’re not crazy. We just like something different than you do. We are not lesser fans than you

Don’t like it? You don’t have to, but that’s the way it is. Hell, give it a shot, you might like it.

eta: this wasn't inspired by any one event in particular. just a buildup overall.

motherfucker.

2012-12-23T07:33:08Z

dear LJ: thank you for crashing as I post to Crack Van. Thank you more for fucking all my html up and not coming back up in time to fix it before work.

GOD. SO EMBARRASSED.

Sidebar: here, look: a literal shiny.

Boom.

It's been a year.

2012-11-16T23:33:02Z

It's been a year since I was ripped directly from my old life, and deposited into this new one.

A year ago since I told my Dad that I didn't want to be bonded out, that I was too self destructive and suicidal to be free.

I was facing a year in jail, and I knew it. So I just curled into a ball in physical pain, wishing that it was all a dream and I'd wake up soon.

I never did, and that brings us to today.

It hasn't been easy, and I haven't always been successful.

But overall?

I'm an entirely new person.

I mean... My biggest concerns right now are getting my homework all done this weekend, and somehow managing to pull up my Philosophy grade (that C really looks out of place with all the A's).

My brain functions differently. I feel different. I look different.

I am different.

And the only way that I had the strength to even survive was because of some of you. Think about that for a minute.

I literally owe my life to some of you.

I might not still talk to you all, but my gratitude for that will never go away.

During the times I've screwed up, I did my best to get back on track so I wouldn't let you all down.

Because sometimes, you might be battered and bruised and start falling to pieces, but as long as your spirit isn't broken, you still have a chance. Especially if you have people that can help you pick up the pieces and get started on heading the right way.

So thank you, and I love you all.

(Oh, and also.... Dad might have found a job.)

:O

2012-11-08T17:57:01Z

My little sister asked if I was coming over for Christmas.... I said yeah, I was definitely planning on coming.

Well, because Mom made a comment that I couldn't stay overnight until she saw that I was doing better, that she had to see evidence that I'd changed before she let me spend any significant time over there.

Well.... I did a post on facebook, lamenting how people are arguing about the results of the election. She had the first comment and told me she was proud of me.

Later on in the thread, after some other things went down... Kenzie must have told her that I'm planning on coming for Christmas, because she asked how long I was going to be staying.

Needless to say, I bawled.

I had already had a good day, too. I'd gotten a 4.0 on that story I posted (which means that I have a high 3.5 in english, with an additional full .5 in extra credit coming). I also found out that I got a 97% on my German test - the one that I was the last one to finish, and figured I'd bombed (aka got a B on).

Somehow, I've got 101% auf Deutsch. I guess I'd had a 97% last week, but we had extra credit opportunities that I utilized, and then TADA.

So. I got a 2.0 in Philosophy (D:), 3.5 in English (redoing a paper and the extra credit ensures a 4.0 at the end), 4.0 in English, and I'm not sure about Algebra (we just had an exam tuesday, so I'm hoping I did good... I know I have a good grasp on the material, so I'm thinking it'll be pretty decent).

Yesterday was a great day. Grades, impromptu lunch with a friend, higher grades, no homework, some healthy debating on FB, AND Mom totally just blew me away with that.

Actually, come to think about it, the past couple days have rocked. Good stuff, man.

Original Fiction: Out of the Darkness

2012-11-05T18:04:38Z

Had to write a spooky story for class, and this is what I came up with.

Out Of The Darkness

You barely notice it at first. A subtle tone, ignored by most people as they go about their daily lives, busy souls with to-do lists and mortgages and soccer practice and PTA meetings. You might be at a store when you hear it, or at home. Millions of people miss this simple thing every day, unaware of the horrors lurking beneath the surface of their own minds just waiting to be set free.

It’s the knocking that serves as your first warning. A crisp, brisk beat rapped out against a door in the early morning hours. Four times in a row, the last note emphasized to cut through the final vestiges of sleep and pull you back into reality. As you blink the sleep from your eyes, an overwhelming sense of unease passes over you as you climb from your bed and open the door, finding no one there. Listening closely, you can hear the faintest hints of a buzzing noise beginning in the background.

The shadows come next. You see them out of the corner of your eye, incorporeal beings that melt away into the darkness as you watch. You can feel the eyes on you, and the back of your neck prickles as you’re watched. Slowly, the shadows begin to take shape, drawing strength from your fear as they begin to grow bold, drawing near as they begin to seek their next target.

It’s not enough that you already think your vision is playing tricks on you. The buzzing grows louder, becoming a near constant drone in your head as you begin to think you’ve grown mad. It doesn’t take long before the thought occurs that you can no longer hear the sound of your own footsteps; the only thing you can hear outside the buzzing is the sound of your pounding heart and your own labored breathing.

Your heart skips a beat, and it’s only then that you realize the shadows are closer than you think, that the overwhelming noise in your head is a trap. The urge to run is overwhelming, and as you give in to your baser instincts and begin to search for safety, your own senses begin to rebel against you as you seemingly make your escape, somehow managing to retreat to the safety of your own home, escaping the malevolent forces that lurk outside.

Even then, your relief is short lived. At first, you might hear traces of a second heartbeat, or feel the slightest touch of breath against your skin. The sound of footsteps falling behind you begins to emerge from the now-constant buzzing that’s begun to permeate every fiber of your being, your nerves on edge as you slowly begin to break down. Cold air dances across you, a phantom limb brushes against your skin; when you turn to face your attacker, you’re faced with the reality that nothing is there, that the figures have faded back into the shadows. You grow prone to leaving a trail of lights on in your wake, the only defense you have as you try to avoid your inevitable madness or demise.

It’s only been hours since the early morning knock on your door, but it feels like it’s been months. The time passes slowly, each minute growing exponentially longer as you watch the shadows grow, lurking outside as they feed off your fear. As they gain strength, the incorporeal figures begin to take the shape of men, their newfound solidity enabling them to leave the darkness in pursuit of their quarry. As you watch horrified from the window, the shadow figures begin to close in; it’s only then that you realize that it’s far too late.

A cold hand brushes against your shoulder and you inhale sharply as you turn around to face your attacker. The scream dies in your throat as you’re faced with what seems to be a cruel parody of a man, his head shrouded in darkness. As you watch, the darkness seems to begin to envelop you, your fear leaving you paralyzed as the figure grabs you by the jaw. Slowly, the creature lowers its head to your throat, the faintest outline of teeth visible. The buzzing suddenly amplifies in volume, its vibrations leaving your entire body numb as the creature finally begins to feed. A wave of euphoria overwhelms you as your life fades away and you’re torn from one reality into another, your body ripped apart in the ravages in both time and space.

The sudden knocking on the door cuts through the darkness, jerking you back to awareness. As you blink the sleep from your eyes, an overwhelming sense of unease and deja vu passes over you as you climb from the bed and open the door, finding no one there. Listening closely, you can hear the faintest hints of a buzzing noise beginning in the background.

That’s when you realize you’re trapped.

checking in!

2012-10-30T16:17:39Z

hi guys!

doing ok here, the storm hit us pretty hard last night. Our power went off a couple of times, thank god it went back on though!

we've got minor property damage. couple bits of corner siding was blown off, a bunch of the spare parts in our back yard were blown over... might have lost a spare windshield or two. some denting on the siding from the shutters - they were loose already, and they were banging against the house pretty badly last night.

the weather sucks now, though. It's in the 30's, sleet all over, and the wind is averaging 20-30 mph w higher gusts

can't believe this (former) hurricane reaches up to Michigan, though.

Also, Happy Birthday to my dearest slashscribe, even though IDK if she'll see this :)

Well, shit.

2012-10-25T19:41:00Z

I just talked to my mom on the phone.

She notified me that they found two more lesions on her brain, which brings the total to 9 now.

The diagnosis is official: She's got MS.

The good news? We had a really nice conversation.

So, while I'd love to post about how awesome my day was before 3, and how I'm finally back on adderall and i'm feeling awesome and invincible and motivated to take care of everything on my todo list....

Yeah, not so much.

Dear Suits fanfiction writers:

2012-10-07T23:40:03Z

I’ve been noticing something, and I really gotta set y’all straight on this.

If a guy comes in his pants, the pants are not ruined.

Your dry cleaner will be squicked, and possibly hate you for it, but they’re not ruined.

So please stop with the ‘oh these pants are ruined’ schtick, k?

Now, ties, that’s a different story, due to the silk being far more delicate…

But seriously.

pants + splooge =/= ruined pants

Thanks,

a former drycleaning employee

A note about twitter and fandom.

2012-10-01T21:00:59Z

Ok, yeah. I'm outspoken and border on rude quite a bit. I prefer blunt, but hey, yeah, it comes off as rude.

But when I have to unfollow several people to stop things from showing up, I have to draw a line somewhere, and venting via twitter was it.

I understand that everyone was all stoked about the star ceremony, but silly shit was getting tagged that really had no point in being tagged in an effort to get Mark's name to trend. So yeah, I tripped out a bit. Why? Cuz it was annoying as fuck.

Only one thing I brought up really referenced a specific tweet, but it was an overall issue. I did not, at any point in time, name names or single someone out besides that. I wouldn't do that, I think that'd be crossing a line into cyberbullying, and if I have something negative to say about a specific person, I'd rather have the decency to tell them myself.

Whining to other people about, hey, she does it too - guess what, YOU DIDN'T COME TO ME AND ASK ME TO STOP. You're not gonna get what you want if I don't know there's a problem. I pointed out something problematic that was happening in a public forum, and at least one person took it personal and decided to skitter away, blocking me and taking it personally when guess what, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN PROBLEM.

I've basically left NCIS fandom because of the fact that far too many of the people I used to hang out with have shown major tendencies towards being catty and negative. I'm literally watching tweets of people saying that they'll send people emails with pertinent details, and ok, cool. You want to keep it private, that's fine. But stop jumping to conclusions and thinking I'm singling you out, cuz I'm not.

Seriously, tweeting asinine tidbits about Mark Harmon just to try to get him to trend is kind of ridiculous when there's a bunch of awesome RELEVANT things that can be said about him. I saw a TON of that today, and not all from the same person, either.

ALSO

I will never apologize for calling someone on their bullshit, especially since they kept trying deflect in their argument instead of, you know, actually trying to show how something was true, which is what I was asking for. And quite frankly, once I knew that relationship was going down in flames, yeah, I fucking said what I'd been thinking for a long time, and I still stand by that, especially since I had other people backing me up privately at the time. I still think the same about that circumstance, and I always will.

That being said, I don't need to name names. Since my former fandom is showing it's true colors by running around and trying to make themselves feel better by blowing things out of proportion, I felt that clearly I had to say something. And for the love of god, don't ask who or throw out names, since I'm not gonna tell you - they know who they are.

As grateful as I am to many of you for your help in getting through my trials and tribulations, I have to draw a line somewhere. I'm choosing to draw it now. If you're an NCIS fan, great, I am too. If you're going to sit there and talk shit about a certain character or actress, or spread around falsehoods based on blind items and then ARGUE with someone, refusing to back your argument with facts up, yeah, I'm gonna say something. There's too much negativity and downright CATTINESS around, though, and while I've chosen to normally just mind my own business and unfollow, I'm electing to say something now since people clearly want to go talk about it, and as a result, me.

If you have an issue with my opinion on these things, please unfollow me now. I mean it, since I literally had to work myself up to watch NCIS, and then I kept getting dragged into things where people were slamming a certain character or ship, despite my repeated requests to NOT MENTION ME in them, especially since I'd already unfollowed them.

The majority of you are wonderful, but I'm really fucking sick of all the negative attitudes about NCIS, so feel free to unfollow and let the door hit you on the way out. Because, despite everything that's been done for me, I'm gonna do what's right for me, and at this point in time, that includes removing negativity and toxic people from my life. And when people want to only say negative things about something I love TO ME, after I've made it clear that I have no interest in hearing it, well, it's time to make my stance clear.

It's one thing to talk about it on your blog or lj, it's another to actually try to approach someone and start a conversation with a crappy attitude to start with, and I'm not down with that.

If you want to be negative, that's cool. Don't try to drag me or my name into it.

To the person who thinks I was singling them out: Chill out, bro. It wasn't just you, ok? You were just the straw that broke the camel's back.

To everyone who says, oh, just unfollow them: I did. It still came up BECAUSE MORE THAN ONE PERSON WAS DOING THIS. This is my main issue - despite trying to extract myself from these type of situations, I keep getting pulled in DESPITE MY BEST EFFORTS TO THE OTHERWISE. I've tried to contact the person who got all upset with what I said, thinking I singled them out, but they blocked me, so I can't. Fuck it.

So if you can't see why this is frustrating to me, or why this might cause me to be overly aggressive and ranty online? Well, I just laid it out for you.

If you have any questions, concerns, or fuck yous, feel free to leave them in the comments. I know I'm gonna catch some shit for this, but I don't give a fuck anymore. Someone had to say it, and I seem to be the one that always stands up and says it.

So I said it, and now I feel a lot better.

(sorry suits people...)

Ficlet: and we just keep walking by (Harvey/Mike)

2012-09-25T05:40:42Z

Tag to 2.08, and because let's face it - Mike's totally staring at his ass, and we all know what he did about it when he got home.

It must have been the weed, he keeps telling himself. Trevor had showed up that night, and insisted that they get stoned out of their minds... When he mentions their earlier snack of schwarma, Mike can’t help but think of the Suit that had walked by.

When Trevor leaves on a munchie run, he decided to hop in the shower - he’s still ripe from his day at work, and it’ll be easier to clean up once he’s done.

The truth of the matter is, Mike would give anything to be in the guy’s shoes. He’d had a nice suit on, his hair was perfectly slicked back, and the air of confidence he’d had affected Mike, even now.

Picturing the man, Mike reaches down and begins to stroke his cock. He can picture the man forcing him to his knees, grabbing him by his hair and fucking his mouth brutally, so turned on by what Mike’s doing that it doesn’t take long for him to come. When he does, he pulls out, climaxing on Mike’s face as he moans in appreciation.

It’s the feeling of the hot water hitting his face that pushes him over the edge, and as Mike lets the haze of his orgasm fade, reality comes crashing back down around him. He can hear Trevor moving around in his living room, and as he steps out of the shower, he takes a good hard look at himself in the mirror.

He might never get a chance to be a lawyer, but at least now he has a better picture of what things could be like.

And well, if the Suit becomes a regular fixture in his fantasies after that, it doesn’t really matter - it’s not like he’ll ever see him again.

Fic: Never Let Me Go

2012-09-13T18:27:45Z

Title: Never Let Me Go

Author: dietpunkfics

Characters / Pairings: Harvey Specter/Mike Ross

Rating: T

Spoilers: none

Word Count: 650

Warnings (if any): Death fic x 2. Grab the tissues!

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

Summary: Love is fleeting, you never know if something is going to happen and tear you both apart.

Author's Notes (if any): This is actually a school assignment! Had to pick 5 vocab words out of 38, I think I ended up using 8? Watch, now I'll get accused of plagiarism on the assignment cuz I posted it already.

Sorry for the formatting, one of these days I'll get back into LJ enough and figure out what the hell I've gotta do to fix it!

Never Let Me Go

“Tell me you love me.”

He’d forgotten how quiet the condo could be when he was alone. He was used to the soft sounds of music or the television on, the sound fading into the background as they’d tackle the latest conundrum work had thrown their way. The silence he once relished was now deafening, and he hated every second of it.

“You know I do.”

It was initially his erudition that impressed him; he’d always craved a partner that could challenge him intellectually. The fact that there were myriad reasons as to why it was a bad idea. He was against dating or sleeping with coworkers, but after one too many salacious looks paired with a seemingly innocuous suggestion (this time, about grabbing a drink), and he was extending an invitation without a second thought.

“I want to hear you say it, though.”

Falling in love with Mike had been as easy as breathing. They’d just... fit together. Out of necessity, they’d agreed to be discreet, especially since any gossip that might arise was bound to be both derisive and profane. He’d be able to survive anything tossed his way, but the thought anyone attacking Mike? It made his blood boil just thinking about it. They didn’t need the attention and such a revelation was bound to be inimical.

“I love you.”

It had never occurred to him that it could all come crashing down around him. He’d thought he had all the time in the world, that the fluid way their relationship had progressed from coworkers to friends to lovers had been so natural and effortless that there was no point in rushing things. It was time, though. He was tired of not being able to sleep on the rare nights he spent alone.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me.”

They’d settled in for the short ride to their final meeting of the day and as Ray pulled away from the curb, he looked over and couldn’t wait a second longer.

"Why would I do that?"

“Move in with me.”

“Well, what are you waiting for, then?”

“You’re an idiot.”

Okay, perhaps it wasn’t what he expected but Mike’s sanguine smile was more than enough to make his heart skip a beat as he waited for an actual response.

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“I could never say no to you.”

“You know I wouldn’t, I couldn’t.”

A joyous smile spread across his face and as he leaned in to steal a kiss, there was a sudden screech and crash before everything went dark.

“Are you sure about that?”

The beeping noise in the background grew louder as he regained consciousness. Finally opening his eyes, he took in the scenery around him, realizing he was in the intensive care unit with a plethora of machines monitoring him with the intention of keeping him alive. His entire body ached, but as he lifted his head and looked around, he realized the other bed in the room was empty.

“I’m so sorry,” came a soft voice from the door. Looking up, he saw Mike’s shadowed figure standing there. “I had to go.”

Blinking back tears, he watched the once-corporeal form fade away, only to be replaced by Jessica, her face drawn and pinched, her entire demeanor confirming what he already knew.

Mike was gone. He was alone.

“Losing you would be tantamount to my destruction. You go, I go.”

As his eyes fell closed, he could feel the softest brush of lips against his, making his decision infinitely easier. The last words they’d spoken in bed to each other ran through his head, the offhand comment he’d made slowly becoming his new mantra. You go, I go.

Beep.

A slight smile played across his lips as he descended into the blessed darkness and his lover’s waiting arms as the beeps became further apart, and infinitely more faint.

Beep.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

I'm doing it! I'm finally doing it!

2012-09-10T18:55:26Z

dietpunkfics @ 2012-09-06T01:45:00

2012-09-06T05:45:37Z

So my buddy Kat is starting to watch NCIS, and she's been asking me for Tibbs fic recs.

Requests to date have been for plague!fics, and shot!Tony fics.

..........I really need to train my friends to be more specific. It's not like with Suits, where there's only 1k fic overall on Ao3.... There's a lot of stuff for NCIS, and I've read a huge chunk of it, but... It's been a while.

Feel free to do a rec dump or self rec or whatever in the comments, k?

*hint*

Also, had to get my back adjusted because some overenthusiastic asshole decided to try and play chiropractor when he hugged me Friday... Jerk. He jacked my back up pretty good, too, so now I'm sitting here and trying to study, and I'm just absolutely aching.

Suck.

My cat is going to rule the world.

2012-09-01T08:26:35Z

So. Since I hadn't had a cat in ages, I decided that it'd be a great idea to pick up a belled collar for Lola when we did the initial 'baby shopping'. Got a super cute yellow collar with bees on it, and it's been awesome since she's very smart and devious, and it's handy to hear where she is.

Well... Go figure. Kitties get bigger as they get older. Lola was 11 months old when I got her, now she's 13 months old.

So, I had to adjust the collar.

Chickadee decided she didn't like that ish. So, since she had some wiggle room, she managed to not only pull her collar off (thank you very little, safety release), but once it was off? She chewed on the little buckle that you use to adjust the damn thing.

And by chewed, I mean destroyed. The middle section is torn apart, and there's little bite marks all over the damn thing. The center bar basically fell off in my hand when I poked at it. Now, I understand that a $6 collar isn't going to be bulletproof, but DAMN. She tore that shit apart. I'm not even going to mention how torn apart the fabric is... Apparently, Lola's not fond of collars.

I think I need to start making offerings now. That way, when she takes over the world, I'll be remembered fondly and at least get a position as a lead henchman or something like that.

fandom meme!

2012-08-29T22:26:32Z

totally jacking this from lisgreomg

and idk what the hell is going on with my styles on LJ lately, but it's pissing me the hell off.

Give me a number(s) and I'll answer the corresponding question

1 - Your current OTP

2 - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

3 - A pairing you have never liked and probably never will

4 - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t

5 - Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

6 - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

7 - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

8 - Do you prefer characters from real action series or anime series

9 - Has the internet caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

10 - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr your social network sites

11 - How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom

12 - Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for

13 - Your favorite fanart or fanartist

14 - Your favorite fanfiction or fanauthor

15 - Choose a song at random, which OTP does it remind you of

16 - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

17 - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

18 - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

19 - Show us an example of your personal headcanon

20 - Do you remember what your first fanwork was?

21 - Self-rec: What's your favorite fanwork you've created?

22 - Are you one of those fans who can’t watch anything without shipping

23 - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

24 - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

25 - A fandom you’re in but have no ships from

26 - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go

room pics!

2012-08-29T01:17:37Z

i know this is past due, but oh well. better late than never, right?

anyhoo, I just put the pics and stuff up today, I went to the bookstore to get my books and couldn't help but grab a thing of poster putty. the images are... kind of massive, and there's about 20 pics, so I'm cutting this.

So this is before, when I'd just cleaned off my desk. You can see the yucky filthy periwinkle walls. DO I SEEM LIKE A PERIWINKLE KIND OF GIRL? HELL NO.

this was how everything looked when we were ready to go. clearly, i slept on the couch that night. Like the hollister bag? That's my garbage can. Probably should get a real one one of these days, huh?

the color on the left is what I went with, it's called black tied.

i saw it wet, and went oh, ok! that's perfect! (it looks more green in the pics, it's not). Well, I was wrong. It's dark.

various stages of painting, complete with guest appearance from troll!dad!!! I'm still shocked we didn't kill each other. It's probably cuz I was high as a kite off those paint fumes.

before the new mattress came.... also, yes the walls are that dark. Ooops.

and after! notice how much nicer it looks? too bad you can't see my headboard. It's nice to have to climb rather than fall into bed now.

here's the lamps I got... have two, only one in use so far. I need another shock strip so i'll have a plug for the other (only 2 outlets in my room)

here's my work area. Notice the massive amounts of area committed to makeup and shit. *g* Hey, it's me!

and there's Lola! I actually managed to catch her face in a pic!

OK. So. Fast forward to today, I went on a decorating spree. Some of you guys might find it fairly familiar looking....

Desk area! Also known as the shipping corner.

Here's a close up. Like I said, a lot of it probably looks familiar. ;)

Desk area... Lola likes to sit up in the window. Literally. When I have it open, she sits on the top of it. And when it's not open, she still tries to sit on top of it (then cries when she can't). My cat is weird.

My bed. The headboard is now a bookshelf.

*ahem* Wonder who sent me all of these. (Disclaimer - If I win the big ass Suits poster on ebay, this shit's all getting moved to a different wall)

Further back view of my bed. SEE LISA I MAKE MY BED SOMETIMES *ahem every day*

I still need to get a comforter set, more posters, and ideally a TV or something, but for now I totally love how it looks. I definitely need more shit on my walls, though. Tons of wallspace left to cover, and I kind of like my walls looking coated with pictures and posters. As it is now, though, it's way cozier than it was before.

Oh, and did you guys know those flower hair clips make great curtain tiebacks? Gotta pick up 4 of those in pink, I guess. I need to do something with the curtains, the right mounts on both curtains are kind of jacked up. Also, even though I've got blackout shades up, light leaks out the top like a motherfucker, so I end up draping scarves up top to turn my room into a cave.

dietpunkfics @ 2012-08-28T15:26:00

2012-08-28T19:27:31Z

so apparently my mom found pics of my sister cutting and her talking about suicide or whatever, and she thought i hadn't told her on purpose.

So I woke up to this text: um, I have a question for you. When Kenz was posting pictures of herself cutting, and talking about killing herself, why didn't you let me know?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

like... i think this happened on instagram? but seriously.

if she were doing normal teenage experimentation, I wouldn't be happy, but as long as it was a reasonable amount, I'd let it slide and not snitch her out.

But CUTTING? FUCKING SELF HARM? No.

No. No. No. Nonononono. That shit don't slide with me.

How to impress a fangirl.

2012-08-21T07:51:47Z

Write her slash on the first date.

See, this is why I don't date. Because when I DO, I get the most awesome guys ever. By the way, this is just a sampling of how awesome he was. He's also the type of guy that gets doors for you - ALL OF THEM. Including car doors.

Just....

Fuck it. I'm keeping him. He's even within a decade of my age. Well... He's 37. My last ex just turned 57. I'm getting way better, right?

HE WROTE ME SLASH. NCIS slash. Like... Can i just marry him now, please?

about damn time i stop by and say hi here.

2012-08-12T20:44:17Z

So, guess who's taking 17 credit hours next semester? XD Hint, this chick.

I'm taking:
Comm 131
English 101
German 111 sinfulslasher i'ma practice on you!
Math 130 (Since precalc made me it's bitch, I'm gonna fight back)
and Philosophy 101.

So, I'll have class from noon to 6 Monday through Thursday. Monday and Weds will be the busy days, but I'll have a nice 2 and a half hr break on Tues and Thurs, so I'm sure I'll be using that time for homework or writing.

And before gibbsgirlabby asks... Yes, I did check to make sure I needed these classes for OU. *g*

Oh, and check out what I did yesterday:

My buddy Jessica was scared to get her monroe pierced, so she asked me to go with her, and I figured that since I've always wanted to get my nose repierced (I had it done for a couple months when I was 18-19) I might as well. Plus, this one is way prettier than my old piercing, it's got a white crystal in there that matches my plugs.

My back is finally getting straightened out... Thank god. I was getting hella sick of the constant pain.

Lola's settled in. She's absolutely ridiculous, though. I've never seen a cat act like her before, she's soooo people oriented. She only lays in places where she can see you, and her favorite spots are on my bed, my computer chair, and dad's recliner.

No luck on the job front for Dad yet. *crosses fingers* Since I'm back to work again, we're not at each other's throats as much. I kind of went off on him when I first got my back adjusted and was like, stop barging in on me, etc. So he's not just randomly walking in any more, which is very helpful when you read or write porn on a regular basis.

Speaking of writing, does anyone have any tips for getting past writers block? Getting hella sick of this shit.

New Plagiarist on FF.net - you'll love this one!

2012-07-30T09:04:06Z

ETA: THE FIC IN QUESTION HAS BEEN REMOVED.

We've got a real winner this time in Suits.

This guy didn't even bother taking the initial author's name off. I've asked Xanthe already, she confirmed she never published The Christmas Tree to fanfiction.net because of it's explicit nature.

I just checked stop_plagiarism, and apparently because Xan's name is on there, they can't do anything about it? Well. We'll see about that, shall we?

"Oooh, look at me. I *did* say that someone else wrote it, but I posted it anyways! What fun!"

As you can see in the second screencap.... Bad copy paste job.

So, you know what to do. Go report the fuck outta them. Bottom lefthand corner of the page, click report abuse, then click on 'published work is not author's own'.

Have fun storming the castle!

blows dust off journal

2012-07-27T06:32:17Z

Hi guys! Miss me?

Not a whole lot going on here. I threw my back out last week, so I've been a mess. Basically I've been off work for a week, and had to start going to a chiropractor. It was bad. We've been having storms come through lately, and I was totally in agony last night. Finally doing a bit better today!

No luck on the job front for dad yet.

Oh! I'm shrinking! I went back on ADD meds, and unfortunately I have zero appetite... Started a new supplement routine and everything, and I've got meal replacement shakes so even if I have no appetite, I can make sure I'm getting everything I need. As a result of that, a little working out, and eating right otherwise, I'm down over 10 lbs in the last month. Some of it came off faster than it should have, but it's slowing down to a healthier rate now. Seeing as how I got up to my heaviest weight yet, yeah. Pretty happy about that. Damn school stress.

Work is... Well, it's the summer. It's slow. I'll get through it.

Lola's fitting in perfectly! She's so sweet, and an extremely playful cat... Actually, she's just over a year old now! She's extremely well behaved, too. Still miss the mutt at times, though.

Nothing major on the writing front, I've got some good Suits bunnies I'm playing with. Of course, I get inspired, then get laid up in bed, making it kinda painful to sit up and be on the laptop for long periods of time. Yeah, it's that bad.

Anyways, I'm gonna be around a bit more, I'm driving Crack Van this month for Suits, so that'll be fun! I've missed you guys! Plus, I've got a couple Suits fics I gotta post over here, etc.... Time to revamp the journal! It's writing season!

just a quick fly-by

2012-07-10T06:51:50Z

I swear to god, I'm still alive. Despite the best efforts of the virus I've had for the past few weeks. Even dad managed to pick it up....

My room is redecorated! I'll try to post pics soon.

Lola's settling in extremely well. She's a complete shit, but she's a cat, so... What was I expecting, exactly?

I've got a new drabble up on Ao3, this time for Suits! I swear, one of these days I'll get the journal overhauled, and I'll update everything. Maybe later this week.

But yeah, everything is reasonably good at the moment, and I'll be back in the next day or so to work on updating everything; I have to re-up my paid account and the icon package - go figure, I need Suits AND NCIS icons nowadays. It seems like the Muses might be lurking again, so I might actually take a look at some of my older prompts and finish some shit up!

*glomps everyone*

Meet Lola

2012-06-29T06:23:24Z

Due to me being totally AWESOME and getting done with my final by 3:30, we were able to bring her home last night! She's adapting just fine, although she's tried to get at the bird a couple times now... *headdesk* Go figure, kitten, birdcage. I need to move the cage over a few inches, even though it'll be closer to the recliner then there won't be a ledge she can sit on.

And before you guys say it, yeah she looks snooty as hell, but she's *super* sweet. She's also very vocal, and likes to curl up between my legs on the couch and in Dad's recliner. Now we just need to work on her curling up at the foot of my bed, too :) She's show proclivities towards napping in my bed, and since she's so smart, she doesn't do it on my sheets, either - she nestles into the comforter.

So happy! And my allergies haven't been too bad, so let's keep fingers crossed. And now, I'm gonna try to lure her in so I can go back to sleep, guess who has the flu AGAIN? UGH. If I trusted vaccines more, I'd totally get the flu shot.