through galaxies of apple trees

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Much to my disappointment, I only read seventeen books last year (and lots and lots of fic). My aim for 2011 is fifty.

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Hello, everyone. Betcha don't remember me, eh?

This is only a quick post to say that, as you may have gathered by the being absent for like a year and all, this journal is now quite dead. Sucks, because I bought a new paid account not long ago with all intentions of getting back into the swing of things, but you know. Shit happens.

My life is now X-Men: First Class and Sherlock BBC, and I've moved on from LJ permanently. I will be posting fic on dreamwidth.org and archiveofourown.org, however I will not be linking it to this journal in any capacity. You'll just have to find it yourself, as r00d as that sounds. No hard feelings, I promise, but this journal is tied to a lot of past fandoms and I don't want any of that baggage to carry over, in any way, to my new happy place. EVERYTHING IS FIRST CLASS AND NOTHING HURTS

I won't be deleting this journal, because there's a shitload of fic on here that maybe someone may still read. If you choose to do so, go right ahead. I won't be responding to comments, as I've turned off all LJ notifications and severed all ties from this journal, but know that I do appreciate any love you may leave me. Feel free to remove this journal from your flists, as I won't be posting to it anymore. Comments on this entry are screened, as well.

For those of you who may choose to keep in contact with me, my twitter handle - if you don't have it already - is @spynary. My tweets are private, but if I like you, I will let you in. :)

With that said, it's been a fun run, you guys. For those of you whom I will not see around anymore, thank you for all the awesome you supplied me with over the years. You've all been amazing; it's just time to move on. New fandoms and new ~beginnings await, and I intend to keep the transition as anonymous as possible. The internet is a lovely place for that, isn't it?

And so, with my last post in the life of this blog, and with my last ties to LiveJournal being severed forever, I bid you all a very fond farewell.

Take care, you crazy kids. ♥

HI, EVERYONE. Not dead, still alive, super busy, but never too busy for fic. Merlin has consumed my brain and heart utterly lately, hence: fic. More aptly, songfic! Yay~


title: Resting on Your Laurels
fandom/pairing: Merlin; Arthur/Merlin
rated: R (ish?)
words: 1,401
summary: It is a complex chemistry, this thing constantly evolving between them, perpetually sliding from one extreme to the other. Merlin knows Arthur, wholly and completely, except when he doesn’t.
notes: Passion Pit’s Moth’s Wings is the reason for this, because if any song ever defined Merlin/Arthur. Beta'd by spilled_notes, no spoilers, yadda yadda.

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others @ slowwestvulture

Title: Trick Your Lover That You're Wicked
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Jensen/Misha
Words: 2,649
Summary: Misha is a slippery thing, all fluid and adaptation, bleeding around sharp edges formless and smooth as liquid. He doesn't think anything could ever truly break someone so unbreakable. In comparison, Jensen is brittle at best. (Or, the morning after the night after; helpful, but not necessary to read part the first.)
A/N: Written for kriari, though embarrassingly late. Title from Undisclosed Desires by Muse, which is the unofficial theme song to Jensen/Misha. True story. Beta'd by the magical and very, very pretty devilyouwere. ♥

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I may have writer's block, but goddamn my art muse is kickin'.


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Done.

If you can still see this entry, you're still on the flist. If not, I wish you well and maybe we'll run into each other again further down the line. ♥

tyfyt~~~

If we're close or close-ish personally, if we talk frequently, if you're new around here, or if we're already established bbs, you have nothing to worry about. If you would like to be removed for whatever reason, leave a comment saying so.
No hard feelings here! Comments are screened. ♥

ALSO THANK YOU kitsu84 AND withlightning FOR MY SEXASS GLITTERATI SUNGLASSES. ♥

So between angrily kicking shit because getting re-licensed by the TABC to be able to bartend again is a bitch and a half, and kicking shit because school starts soon, and kicking shit because my sleep cycle is so far out in left field it's on fucking Pluto, I've just been informed that the motherfucking Mountain Goats are playing at Austin City Limits this fall.

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS. AND MUSE. IN THE SAME VICINITY. I AM SEEING THEM BOTH. OH GOD. PARDON ME WHILE I HAVE SEIZURES OF JOY. kaylbunny, KEEP A DEFIBRILLATOR ON HAND FOR WHEN I SPONTANEOUSLY DIE FROM BEING DAZZLED TO DEATH. ANSJKDKJLAHSKLJHJKDJKLSKSKFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

And now, noodles! \o/

I am definitely not procrastinating homework right now. Quick! A distraction technique!

Title: So Sleep in the Fallout Tonight
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoilers for 5x18, slight bloodplay.
Words: 1,745
Summary: Pushing, always pushing for a response, for causality, and now that he has it it's terrifying. It could take him apart before he ever begged to stay whole; it could burn him to ash and crush him to nothing. Castiel could. Castiel might.
Title adapted from Murder By Death's Desert is On Fire. Written for my darling nyoka, who is consistently lovely and amazing. Thank you devilyouwere and kriari for pulling beta duty! ♥

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