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All of my fic posted before July 1st, 2009 will have a "caveat lector" policy. Some of it does carry specific warnings, some of it does not; without a consistent policy, I don't feel comfortable advertising any of it as a safe space. Contact me and I'll do my best to fill in the blanks, but ten years of fandom plus half a million words a year is a hell of a lot of words.

All of my fic posted after July 1st, 2009 will contain a variation of the following as a part of its header boilerplate: "CONTAINS: X, Y, Z, please contact me if you need or want more information." I have a bad habit of crouching on PMs like Gollum, but I'll do my best to answer any PMs or emails just as soon as possible.

Seriously. It's like, there are the children, who are Eliot/Hardison/Parker, and it's a very good thing that they aren't actually children, because I have not seen people crying out for OT3 since before Lost went off the rails. They make me glee and bounce and clap my hands together.

And then there is the Nate and Sophia story, and...Lord A'mighty, it is a good thing that Timothy Hutton and Gina Bellman are such fantastic actors, because Nate is out of his fucking mind with the drunken crazy. But he just breaks my heart.

Yes, I am watching the S1 finale and wanting to reach through the screen so that I might pull them all to my bosom, why do you ask?

Kings is available on NBC's website, right? 'Cause the things that my flist is telling me is making me VERYVERY want to watch this week's episode.

(I was sleepy at six. It is now eight forty-five. Small wonder my sleep cycles are all messed up.)

We miss you, babe.

This Bingo is pretty much guaranteeing that I cannot enter church ever again. God, I'm having so much fun.

TITLE: Working Order
AUTHOR: Mari
FANDOM: Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles
PAIRING: John Connor/Cameron Phillips
RATING: NC-17 and how.
SPOILERS: Through the series.
KINK BINGO PROMPT: Fucking machines.
CONTAINS: Sex toys, general extreme creepiness and possible coercive themes. Contact me if you need or want to know more before reading.

The first time that she enters his room at night, it's on cat feet so quiet that John would not even know that she was there if not for the squeaky hinge on the door.

And posting deadline is Aug. 1st. I am learning self-control. I am sitting on my hands and grinning like a crazy person, but I will forebear.

I am toying with the idea of Marcus Wright/John Connor. (Yes, I will break my OTP with Baby Robot Girl for the occasion!) You have no idea how momentous an occasion this is.

More to Love, JFC.

"What's more important to me than looks is what's on the inside." In a Bachelorette for bigger women.

Oh, fuck you, bro, you ain't exactly Kupono, all right? Come back and talk to me when size 16 women are dating classically gorgeous stone foxes who are are lusting over every inch of their asses, like the reverse of a good third of all U.S. sitcoms from five years back.

I am trying so hard not to have rage tonight, I swear that I am. I am watching SCC! Except that "John Connor loves" in the second season can be bookmarked by "John Connor is an emotionally manipulative little shit" in the first season, so there are problems here.

The Boy King's surveillance program far more extensive than we even suspected.

We will not be fully shed of this man until he's explaining himself before Congress or the Hague.

...does that make it true? This boggles me, 'cause I eat like crap. I can only guess that it's because being in my own place means that I can actually be hyper and shit. Or that I now own a futon, and holy hell do you get some arms flipping that fucking cushion around.

The trick to losing weight: not giving a shit about whether or not you lose weight.

Have watched Ten Things I Hate About You. Sufficiently cute and stupid. Will watch again!

EDIT: And on rewatch, sufficient Shakespeare references to even lose the "stupid" tag. 'Kay, it can stay.

More specifically, it is time to talk perfume. I know that there are at least a few BPAL aficionados on my flist, so I want to know what you like. (I'm nearly out; it's time to put in another order that will cost me an assload but last for the next two years.) So what do you like? I, personally, like musky, androgynous, slightly earthly and aggressive scents. Floral or citrus doesn't do it for me, unless there's a blood orange component (I adore blood oranges); the sole exception thus far is the now impossible to find Burial, which is a dark, complicated floral with notes of patchouli, musk, and pine. (In fact, I remember complaining to demonqueen666 about the excessive pine when I first purchased it, but either the oil has mellowed with age or I have.) Old favorites are Water of Notre Dame for the same musk notes, but this time tinted cool, Sin when I'm feeling like....pursuit (they are literally night and day perfumes; Water of Notre Dame soothes me down, Sin riles me up), and Schwarzer Mond, which I am unfortunately discovering is activating some kind of allergy. (I wore it to the Diamond Ballroom show, and it dealt well in the heat without becoming overpowering, but a slight sting has become an all-out burn within 3-4 uses.) So, what makes you happy?

Which is to say, I am so much more charmed to hear that they are making Ten Things I Hate About You into a series than I have any right to be. *facepalm* Someone save me from myself?

Also, OMG, someone talk me out of seeing Joan Jett the day after the Tulsa AI concert, because I don't have money this month as it is. Someone tell me that this is how actual grown-ups do things. *pulls face out of own palm only so that she can slam it back*

This is an amazing victory. \O/

Fourth of July: margaritas and blowing shit up. This is a family tradition. I actually felt gunpowder falling down on my face.

EDIT: ALSO! I was informed by thatsaud that Falcon Five-O was playing in Moore, but I was buzzed enough at that point that driving yes/no was a complicated question, I'm spatially retarded, and there was an UNHOLY storm coming up. It died down in time for fireworks, but I still probably would have died if I had attempted it. I will make sure to attend their next giglet and demand "Dirty Hot Girl" like the most obnoxious groupie ever, instead.

Fifth of July: WBW's 21st birthday. Sadly (no, not sadly, because I AM GOING TO BE AN AUNT, but kinda crappy for her under these circumstances), she is pregnant, so it was a dry party. However, it is amazing that she turned out the way that she did, considering, by which I mean responsible, and my accent is still thicker than normal out of coping. It's like redneck call-response. I tried to steal her mother's dog, though, once I got over being scared of her, because she went "NNNNGGGH" and fell over when I scratched her behind the ears. The dog is a pit bull-Great Dane mix. Do you know what that means? That means a PIT BULL THE SIZE OF A PONY. That doesn't fit in your purse when you try to sneak her out the door.

There is sad news in bandom today, apparently, and that has made large numbers of my flist sad. I'm sorry, guys.

Dear thatsaud: join adamlambertai8 right now. They'll be nice to you, I promise. I'll fight them if they don't. Also, the close-up "Slow Ride" video? THAT IS ABOUT WHERE WE'RE SITTING IN TULSA ZOMG.

This is the greatest stuff in the world if you have smelly boys living in the apartment beneath you. I kind of like "Twilight." Iamsoashamed.

There. I think that I'm done now.

Because I have a full bottle of Schwarzer Mond that smells lovely, but I must have developed an allergy to one of the active ingredients. It burns.

I really should not talk smack about my car. Outside of the ongoing alignment issue that is apparently just a thing with Focuses, it really has not caused me any large, consistent problems. Losing all of my power steering fluid at once was dramatic, but not terribly expensive or difficult to have fixed, and that's about the worst thing that this car has done.

But the things that do break on it. Fuck me. I have one window that's permanently up, I have a haunted radio, and now? For some reason that I cannot fathom, the little beeping bell that tells me that I do not have my seat belt on when I first enter and start the car has gotten INCREDIBLY LOUD. Like, I keep my radio at a volume best suited to a rock show, and it's still loud enough to make me hit my head against the roof.

IDEK, guys. I think the car is out there in the lot giggling at me right now.

Queerly Gen: Because you don't stop being queer just because you're not having sex.

I have a major lesbian character in the book that I just finished. I wasn't really trying to do anything socially conscious with her; her queerness just announced itself to me as clearly as did the color of her hair once I really sat down and started to think about her. She doesn't have any major onscreen romances during the course of the book or her arc as I have it planned (I stress about that, a little bit, that I'm doing the Dumbledore thing even though I hint heavily that she and another female character have a past thing and that neither one of them wind of evil or insane), it's just who she is, on the same level of her ginger-ness or her inability to suffer fools gladly. (I cannot write a woman who suffers fools gladly. I am beginning to realize that.) I really, really want to ask if I can write something for her, for this fest. Just her being awesome and leading her team of awesome and continuing to take zero shit.

...wow, related to my last post, I can only reiterate that I love Lewis Black so much. He and Jon Stewart have a related characteristic, for me: they care. They care so fucking much, and that's why their satire works. You know Jon Stewart is prematurely gray because he stresses his ass out for hours after those cameras stop rolling about this stuff.

isis2015, I take that back, the best part is, "So that we don't beat each other with tire irons!"

Yeah, drunk-tagging now.

In fact, I just love Lewis Black in general. He's like a scary-amazing college professor.

(Actually, I did have a mentor like him in college. I still refer to her in this journal as Professor Awesome. Picture a very small, very sharp-tongued woman with a fondness for forties-throwback fashions and tattoos all up and down her calves.)

Full story here.

I am...incredibly confused by her supposed reasoning on this. Uh, she's wary of lame duck status? One, she can decline to run again at the end of her term, and, two: she chose public service as a career. I'm already dubious about the family/personal needs argument when you've made that choice, and she's not even trying. You choose to be a part of government, you're putting greater good ahead of your own needs unless you provide a damned good reason as to why not.

(Yeah, I'm still bitter about Sandra Day O'Connor. "Actual innocence is not a Constitutional claim" Rehnquist fucking died rather than let that shit happen, y'all.)

If this raises speculation as to whether she's being considered a 2012 presidential candidate, fair enough, she has a certain amount of charisma--though didn't she just recently challenge President Obama to a footrace?--and she would benefit from "But she would be the first woman president!" The difference between Hils and herself, however, is that Hils knows her shit. Between Hils and Barack, it was kind of B+ vs. A-. Palin is a functioning dumbass who barely managed to hold onto the stage when Biden was soft-balling it so that he wouldn't look unduly mean. If I managed not to do an inadvertent flip over the podium in the midst of a debate with Hillary fucking Clinton, I would be afterwards be doing barrel rolls and demanding that people buy me shots. The fact that she has a vagina does not rule all in questions of how disastrous a leader she would be.

This degree of bias, however...dude. If only I could believe that all evil was this stupid, rather than the stupid ones being the only ones to get caught.

I'm going to cling to the fact that it was a lobbyist, and a healthcare lobbyist at that (the article doesn't say whether this lobbyist was of the private or public faction, but they're a maligned group altogether) who went, "Uh, ethical issue there? Little bit?"