Release me. Set me on fire.

Fic Masterlist.

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Okay, so this journal is basically dead.

Now don't go confusing that with me leaving LJ. Nope, I am lurker extraordinaire. More that I have so many WIPs and half-done fanmixes that nothing really gets done. I still read stuff on LJ aaaaaall the time, but I don't really post. So if you want to actually find me, hit up my tumblr.

Ciao for now.

Oh boy! Having taken forever to figure out what songs went where, I finally uploaded it... then let it sit for a month and a half. Posted now, though, finally! Enjoy!

Merlin Fanmix



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To me, each country has their own specific smell. South Africa smells hot and dry, like the tribes that have lived there for thousands of years. It smells like the hunt and the hunted, prey, like a drought, like the majestic lion and the crazy zebra. At the same time, it smells like modern-day hope, of dreams, of a different way of life. You can throw anything at these people - famine, war, corruption - and they will take it all, and they will not complain. It smells like stubbornness, an unwillingness to give up. They will take a job and do it to the best of their ability, and they will do it until they get somewhere. In a world where dreams are crushed all the time, their natural resistance keeps them going past the point of exhaustion. They will be having a shitty day, but they will still smile at you and make small talk. They may be at the bottom of the ladder, but they won't admire or fawn over you. They have dignity, and they let you see it. They will not fall at your feet to apologize, they will not allow you to beat them down. They will rise up and above you. They are better people than the people you befriend, and they know it. They are South Africans.

tl;dr?

mixtapes for exploding stars
ryan/spencer
~1500 words.

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The classics :D

(I have a secret affinity for Pong, and Tetris is just made of win.)

I feel the need to write fic. As in, epic fic. As in, BLOW YOUR BRAAAIIINN fic.

Of course using Gabe to do that, and a whole bunch of bandom :D

If I ever get around to writing it, I'm not sure yet whether or not to turn it into a feel-good fic or a hurt-y fic, whether or not to give them powers (regeneration! energy draining! boundless energy!), who (if anyone) to kill off... lots of little things like that.

So I'm going to go and type up the basic plot outline and pairings (and maybe even start it!) with the aid of my cookie dough.

Title: I promise.
Author: poster_glomper
Rating: about a 15?
Pairing: Gerard/Mikey
Summary: Do you think that, perhaps, you could save a little bit of Hell for me?
Disclaimer: Very false.
Author Notes: Uh? Un beta-ed, don't even know, it just kinda poured out.

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Title: always wanted the sun on my face
Author: poster_glomper
Rating: PG-13? at the most
Pairing: Gen
Summary: Space was so far away from home, and anyways he didn’t want to live in another city with no windows.
Disclaimer: Not true, not one little bit.
Word Count: 747
Author Notes: First apocalypse fic. Just kinda happened? Inspired by this A Softer World comic.

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"Excuse me, kind sir, but I do believe you're in my way." She blinked enticingly, all doe-eyes and long eyelashes. Her dressed swished as she moved, caught in the current.

He looked down, smiled, and said as gently as he could, "Excuse me, kind ma'am, but I don't really give a flying fuck."