Out of the Laundry Room...

( (Untitled), Aviario, ???w. )

I know you're excited you finally found a place to start, but ... Save it for tomorrow, okay? You need sleep. You're sick. I can't help you learn all this new stuff if you're sick - you were practically drooling on the keyboard, for all the mental faculty you had, today. No, no, no, no, no.

And by the way? The guy that keeps stealing my glasses is WRONG. Bad writing is okay. It helps you figure out what's good. And I know you liked writing again, last night. I know you haven't done it in a long time, and ... the Doctor, he's proud of you. We all are.

Don't think. Just write. Once you get far enough in, you won't be thinking about anything else. And that's what you need, right?

Just ... make sure Allison's going to be free, when you write the Oubliee scene. I don't think either of us is going to be in a good place, after that gets down on "paper".

Please, though, just ... I ... we can't work with you when you do this to yourself.

Come home. We miss you. Doesn't that still count?

( Repost: In Cold Ink - Secret Window, 1535w. SPOILERS. )

... No.

No, no, no, no.

Flagrant disobedience, Jack?

Like you wouldn't believe.

Just ... No. I don't even want to know. I think ... I think I need to go and ... well. "Take a nap" for a while. This ...

Writing sample for Paradisa ... I had no beta, but since I still feel like it came out well, I decided to put it here. I had to rush it along just a bit at the end, because I was having too much fun, and realized it was getting a little long for an application sample ... but other than that, I like it.

( Space Mountain (MIB), 1087w )

I haven't had the occasion to write one of these in a while. Hints of Morroccoverse, but set sometime during Season 1 of Torchwood.

( The Jack Harkness Insomnia Diaries, Continued )

Annnnnnnd hi, now you know for certain why I'm here. As if you didn't know the first time you saw that scene.

4.5% chance of success is better than no chance at all. I'm gonna stand by that, even if that number drops. Whatever happens to me and mine. And you should, too. Don't just speak your heart, act on it. Every time you stop and think, lately, you get upset. Why are you even thinking, when you already know how you feel? When you think, you doubt, and you just sit.

Sitting is not allowed unless it's in a very badass chair. And, uh, sorry, but that's my chair and you can't have it.

( Hear Ye, Hear Ye (Odina, 293w) )

Well, here it is ... moving day. I can't help but feel that once I'm settled in, there'll be a lot more to read in this journal. I couldn't hear so many of your for such a long time, and now NONE OF YOU WILL SHUT UP, this morning.

Is it any wonder you can't decide who'll be in the lead, today? It's because we're all coming with you. This place hasn't been your home for at least a year, now, has it?

No. It's just been a place. I haven't felt like I belong here.

Well, now you're going to make a place where you belong. One that has room for all of us.

And someday... hopefully ...

ALL OF US, I said.

*ducks* Okay, okay. I just ...

Worry about that, later. You have enough things to move, today. You can leave the fear here when you go. Stuff it in some box and leave it behind, forgotten. Isn't that what this is about?

I don't think I can fit it all in one box, Paul.

The little fears, then. The ones that shouldn't even exist. Before you leave, take a moment. Put them all into something you aren't taking with you and that they'll likely throw away.

I'll still have the big ones.

She told you it's alright to be afraid. It doesn't necessarily mean the fear is founded. Or that it's true. It's just alright.

S'like Jackson Browne said. It keeps you runnin'.

... Random Nine is random.

But he's right.

I guess so.

Now. Go do what you've been waiting to do for five years. It's finally time. Don't be afraid to step up and claim something good. You've earned this. ANd if neither of them will say it, I will: congratulations.

( Untitled (Serenity RPG, unfinished) )

You know, I'm thinking it's for the best that you didn't try throwing Lakare into that fray, after all. It may have been blind luck that got Mr. Stinson's feet in the door in the first place. Or it may have been pity, or something else. But that's not the point. The point is, he's in, and one is enough. Especially since there's a rather pointed paralell, there.

I told you I was cursed.

And you know, in a few ways, I believe you. But you and I both know you did this for a reason rather beyond "because you could". You're doing this for a reason none of those moderators would even begin to guess, or fathom. And that's why you're upset. I know it is.

You're right. And I won't be mad at them. And I'm trying not to be mad at all. It's just so hard... especially considering who gets in, in comparison. Chick!Three? Minor characters from things I'm sure they've never read get in, and yet even though I'm pretty sure they were unfamiliar with Metalocalypse, no Pickles?

You know why you did this, and you managed success, to some small extent. I suppose that's what really matters. Let the others tend to their bruised egos, the lot of them. I think this is the one time we'd ask you not to feel our wounds.

And don't you dare even start thinking you're a poor writer.

I'm pretty sure that none of them honestly understand the connection between you, and all of us. Not as keenly as they say they do. Well - perhaps one, the girl with the racer, she might. I don't know her well, myself, I only remember that incident in the castle with the Weevils... but she seems kind enough. Understanding enough.

The fire-eater, though, he's a bit like me, isn't he... and you found out a bit too late. But don't stop bringing him along. Maybe if you help him figure out how to cope, I can come back along, someday.

Until then, I'm still going to maintain that there are some jokes that are not funny, to me. And our senses of humor differ from yours, and ... I don't know why I'm even writing this, here. Just rambling on, like I do, I suppose.

I would like a new bit of celery, when you get the chance. If it's not too much trouble. And I don't want to throw Alishia too much of a curve, but ... when she has time. When she's rested, and well again ... I wouldn't mind a little time with Koschei. Since he seems to be the only one that spends time with me, these days.

I suppose that's our problem. Sometimes we just want for a little company, and when we come outside into the world, the company's not the pleasant sort we'd hoped for. Everyone's bound to take things a little personally, some more than others. That other Doctor, in particular, the one that's not a Time Lord, with the temper. I doubt you'll ever get him near a set of dice again, now. And it's a damn shame.

It's about time I stopped getting on about all of this and started doing something, isn't it. Isn't that what Koschei says? I think about things for far too long? Something like that.

Ah, well. On we go. Cleaning! Cleaning is nice. Cleaning, and then perhaps, a cup of tea, and a book. Or one of those games you're so fond of. Either way. Yesterday was a little hectic, in its own way. Today is a day for quiet, pleasant contemplation.

You're supposed to do something when this happens.

Get on that.

I don't care what it is.

The rejected song from Dethklok's second album, Dethwater.... this one goes out to Kathy. <3 <3 <3

( Whale On A Chopping Block )


.... this is why Murphy's World + turnips + certain muses are DANGEROUS. .... and yeah, it's kind of a long story and maybe you sorta had to be there. But I don't care, it's cracktastic anyway.

I'll do a full AU rundown a la Moroccoverse, later, but right now, I just want to put this up here. Because the muse started rambling at me, and I loved it

( Preface monologue to the SecondChance-verse )

Y'know how you say y'got more in common with me than should be allowed? Yeah. Look at what you just said to Al about writing, again.

I don' think you gotta worry about bein' able to wake me up again in time fer Halloween.

( Drabble. Audrey, Heroes, no time for a word count. )

And now, a fanmix with a twist ... one drabble for each song, rather than excerpt lyrics. I've only got three more drabbles to go, but I got things up to where I wanted them to be, for now.

TITLE: Nearly Impossible
FANDOM: Metalocalypse
CHARACTER/PAIRING: PIIICKLLLLLLLES!! Also his parents, Seth, Sammy "Candynose" Twinskins, Snizzy "Snazz" Bullets, Antonio "Tony" DeMarco-Thunderbottom, Murderface, Nathan, Charles, Skwisgaar, and Toki. And a few random douchebags. There's an implied pairing, but I haven't gotten to that yet.
WORD COUNT: So far: 2,147 (113; 445; 120; 119; 213; 228; 83; 173; 179; 96; 237; 141).
RATING/WARNINGS: R for language, sex, drugs, rock n' roll, and METAL.
SUMMARY: The quote from Guitar Hero 2 that inspired this whole thing: "Life may be hard for musicians, but for drummers, it's nearly impossible."
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I gave myself a challenge - I had as long as the song itself played to write the drabble. And if I thought I was done, and the song was still going, I had to go back and add. So far, I'm really pleased with them.


(If you want any of these songs, just comment...)

( Track list under cut. )

So you're annoyed. Not mad, or nothin', just ... annoyed. They can have their opinion, but it's lookin' like, a can'a worms if you politely disagree, right now.

Next time? Just keep it between them, and her, and hers. We know ... how much you hate being made to feel stupid. And besides, you just knew, at least one yutz was going to quote that t' you. Insult t' injury that it was th' older guy who plays, you know. The -age- card, constantly.

Fandom, is not serious business. No. But. We are. Guess they don't know how much those two got you through in college, back when UJournal was still around and crappy. Or what that October meant. Or any, of that hooey. You can post about us until the cows come home - not just those two, but everyone here - and honestly, only one person'll get it.

Everybody's got a different definition of a muse. Which means, they sure as hell... ain't gonna understand yours. You're always either gonna look crazy or pathetic. Or childish.

So maybe, it's about time, you started keepin' your mouth shut about us.

After this? I certainly know those two, aren't showing up to chat with anyone. And I don't think that Harkness kid's been keen on it for a while, either. Not that we blame 'im.

Those've us who mean th' most to you are the ones nobody's gonna take seriously. Admit it, kid. And leave us home.

The ones who really get it are th' only ones readin' this, anyway.

(An' no, Mr. Cosmetics didn' write this cuz, well, he would'a been shootin' first an' axin' questions later. You know him.)

Because I like memes but I didn't want to do one for myself .....

( Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome .... PIIIIICKLLLLLES. )