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Title: Counting Bodies Like Sheep
Fandom: Teen Wolf (2011)
Rating: T/M for violence and language
Category: Drama, hurt/comfort, pre-slash (Derek/Stiles)
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that are part of Teen Wolf. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize. (None in this installment)

Prompt: Stiles needs to be bitten and turned in order to save his life. Scott won't do it. Derek will.

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Title: A Thousand Feet Per Second
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: M for depictions of violence
Category: Angst
Word Count: 750ish
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.

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Title: A Thousand Feet Per Second
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: M for depictions of violence
Category: Angst
Word Count: Just under 200, written in 15 minutes.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.

Summary: When everything begins to go wrong, you search the archive of your brain to find when the last time was that you felt free.



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I read The Hunger Games a month after it was published and fell in love. I finally was able to read Catching Fire this week, along with Mockingjay the following day (both books in 2 and a half days, woot). Being part of Tumblr sort of leads me to make graphics for current obsessions. It's been A LOT of THG lately. I personally prefer Kaya Scodelario as Katniss and Alex Pettyfer as Peeta, so that's who is in all of these icons. :) These are my first icons posted in nearly two years. They're nothing amazing, cropped from the graphics I've made for Tumblr, but they're something, right?

1-9 Katniss/Peeta icons
10-20 Katniss/Peeta graphics
21-22 Katniss/Peeta wallpaper (1280x800 + 1920x1280)




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Title: Parameters
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: R/M for language -- if you’ve seen the series, you’re fine.
Category: Angst, drama, romance, friendship, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.
Warnings: Cancer!fic (NOT a death!fic)
Dedicated: For gundamnook who asked for this fic as the winning bidder from help_haiti!
Summary: Justin Taylor ignored the symptoms. Ignored the nausea, the headaches, the nosebleeds. But he couldn’t ignore the colorblindness. With a dire diagnosis, he’s making his way back to Pittsburgh for the first time in two and a half years to face the music of his mortality once again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen.



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Title: Parameters
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: R/M for language -- if you’ve seen the series, you’re fine.
Category: Angst, drama, romance, friendship, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.
Warnings: Cancer!fic (NOT a death!fic)
Dedicated: For gundamnook who asked for this fic as the winning bidder from help_haiti!
Summary: Justin Taylor ignored the symptoms. Ignored the nausea, the headaches, the nosebleeds. But he couldn’t ignore the colorblindness. With a dire diagnosis, he’s making his way back to Pittsburgh for the first time in two and a half years to face the music of his mortality once again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.



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Title: Parameters
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: R/M for language -- if you’ve seen the series, you’re fine.
Category: Angst, drama, romance, friendship, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.
Warnings: Cancer!fic (NOT a death!fic)
Dedicated: For gundamnook who asked for this fic as the winning bidder from help_haiti!
Summary: Justin Taylor ignored the symptoms. Ignored the nausea, the headaches, the nosebleeds. But he couldn’t ignore the colorblindness. With a dire diagnosis, he’s making his way back to Pittsburgh for the first time in two and a half years to face the music of his mortality once again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Eleven. Twelve.



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So... it's been three months since I've updated my community even though I've been writing and vidding and all that stuff. I haven't posted the final chapter of Parameters because I thought I had, realized I hadn't, reread it, hated it, rewrote 3/4's of it, and then lost my muse for it. Found my muse recently but I'm working on a different QAF fic, and my personal life was really bad.

I know people say their "real" life deters them and sucks, but mine was... really bad. I went from being happy 'cause I got engaged, to stressing to the point of illness that my family (my mother, two of my sisters, my 2 year old niece, my 11 month old twin nephews and myself) were about to be evicted and essentially homeless.

So yeah, writing sort of took a back-burner. And I can't apologize enough for that, but I'm forcing out the final chapter of Parameters soon. Sometime this week. I hope, at least. Maybe next weekend. The issue is that my nephews go to daycare now -- whereas my mother and I have been watching them instead -- and in the three weeks that they've gone, the younger one, Devyn, has gotten pink eye one week and then Thursday his temperature spiked to 101 and we had to go pick him and his brother up and then take him to the doctor the next day where they said he has a strep-like illness. So my nephews may be home a few days this week, which leaves me with them from 7 am to 8 pm, and then I'm so tired I can't even think, lol. But I'm trying, really!

It's NEVER a dull moment in my life :P But I promise. I'm finishing the Parameters chapter (I'm SO especially sorry to gundamnook!!!) and I'm writing an AU QAF fic. I JUST started it, no lie. I'm kind of determined to go through all the QAF fic "staples", I guess you can call it. I've done Justin-down-a-well with Fragments, cancer!fic with Parameters, and now I'm doing premiere!AU where Justin never chases after Brian and they meet up x-amount of years later xD Maybe hustler!fic will be next, lol.

But yes. Tl;dr - THE FINAL CHAPTER OF PARAMETERS WILL BE COMING SOON!

Title: Parameters
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: R/M for language -- if you’ve seen the series, you’re fine.
Category: Angst, drama, romance, friendship, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.
Warnings: Cancer!fic (NOT a death!fic)
Dedicated: For gundamnook who asked for this fic as the winning bidder from help_haiti!
Summary: Justin Taylor ignored the symptoms. Ignored the nausea, the headaches, the nosebleeds. But he couldn’t ignore the colorblindness. With a dire diagnosis, he’s making his way back to Pittsburgh for the first time in two and a half years to face the music of his mortality once again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Eleven.



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Title: Parameters
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Rating: R/M for language -- if you’ve seen the series, you’re fine.
Category: Angst, drama, romance, friendship, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I any way affiliated with the characters, actors, or production company that were part of Queer As Folk. I am however the owner of the characters and places you do not recognize.
Warnings: Cancer!fic (NOT a death!fic)
Dedicated: For gundamnook who asked for this fic as the winning bidder from help_haiti!
Summary: Justin Taylor ignored the symptoms. Ignored the nausea, the headaches, the nosebleeds. But he couldn’t ignore the colorblindness. With a dire diagnosis, he’s making his way back to Pittsburgh for the first time in two and a half years to face the music of his mortality once again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.



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