bitterfic

Here's something I did for a Holiday exchange over at Watson's Woes on Livejournal. I'm rather proud of it.


Title: Friends Only Banner
Author: [info]chibitoaster
Characters: Holmes, Watson
Rating: G
Notes: For the Holiday Wishes - Extra Wish #2:
I wish for ART: Winter - not Christmas, winter - themed Friends-only banner, blue/silver/white/grey/etc. color scheme if possible. Snow would be awesome. If using screencaps, Granada Watson(s) would be a plus.

I don't know exactly what size I ought to have made the banner. I hope you can resize it. If not, just let me know, and I'll do it. Hope you like! It was a lot of fun to do!! ^_^

Banner by request

As a follow-up to yesterday's Fest Mod Drinking Game, Rosy suggested adding,

Take two drinks every time a participant doesn't meet the prompt.

I'd also add,

Take two drinks every time someone decides that fandom isn't fun anymore/they've got a "real life" now that's cooler than fandom/they're too busy for fandom/they've got a new SO and so they're dropping out of fandom less than two weeks after assignments have been sent out (you would think that would be rare, but actually, it happened in Snupin Santa both last year and this year).

In other news, Mr. T is a spokesman for World of Warcraft, and they just launched a new in-game item called a "Mohawk Grenade" (official game info with a link to a Mr. T promo commercial here. I have screen caps of my Blood Elf Death Knight meeting the legendary Mohawk and buying the grenades.

( Night Elf Mohawk )

I've got a 4k word snupin santa fic that needs a beta.  The flu got the last one so beware.  It's a got little angst a little fluff  the usual NC-17 from me.  SPAG needs serious help as always!  Any other comments or helpful hints are most welcome!!  

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Challenge #309: "Wikipedia, Redux!" This week's challenge is a revival of Challenge 178 from May of 2007. To play, go to Wikipedia's Main Page, then click on the "Random Article" link in the navigation bar on the upper left of the page, and use whatever you get as your prompt (to make it more amusing for all, please provide a link to the page you're using). If you honestly can't think of anything related to your first prompt, try again, but no more than three tries please: this is a challenge, after all.

(Note: this time around, when I tried I ended up with an Evangelical Christian preacher, which...seemed quite unrelated...until I realized the man's name was "Bobby Brewer." *g*)

1. Only sesame seed bagels left, and no cream cheese. My life, ladies and gentlemen.

2. Ate a bowl of Oreos for breakfast.

3. There’s a coffee ring stain on my X-men. I know I accidentally burned down Dad’s office, but a man’s comics are sacred.

4. Ryan kissed me to shut me up. Twice. (!!!)

5. Did a Samuel L. Jackson impression under my breath. Was sharing my bucket of popcorn, extra butter, with Ryan, when our shoulders bumped together. It was nice; not Summer-in-a-Wonder-Woman-outfit nice, but getting there.

6. Make out Share kisses with Ryan at the poolhouse.

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Remix of theswearingkind's Sam Jackson Ain't Got Nothing on These Two (f-locked) for remixthedrabble. I haven't actually watched the episode on which #3 is based. One day I'll probably finish watching the O.C. Maybe. If only for more of Seth Cohen's wordvomit.

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Just a preliminary report, we'll be moving in to high gear after the holidays. Anyone living in the Noble County area, we could really use your help -- and anyone living anywhere else should check out assisting with your local Relay For Life organization. It takes a lot of work in many different areas to get these events off the ground.


( Cancer never rests, so the Noble County Relay for Life is once more jumping into the fight against it. )

We need a pinch hitter! We're looking for someone who can write fluff and AUs/ARs. No dark!fic, sorry. The deadline for the pinch hit will be December 14.

If you're interested, email the Snupin Santa mods at snupin_santa @ yahoo.com. Thanks!

Ben Edlund, at this rate you're looking like the only writer who is giving us something worth watching. ( Read more... )

I've spent today trying to balance getting some much-needed rest with getting things done, although admittedly, I'm leaning more to the "getting some rest" side with the justification that I'll feel more capable of getting things done if I'm not exhausted. I'm doing laundry and washing dishes, though, and I'm planning to do a little housework before grading a few papers.

Meanwhile, tomorrow is the deadline for extensions in Snupin Santa, so there's a flood of incoming gifts this weekend. After tomorrow, I have to check the spreadsheet and see who'll be getting poked.

There really should be a drinking game for fandom fest mods. Something like...

Take one drink every time a fest participant asks for an extension.

Take one drink every time a fest participant assures you that they only need a couple of days to finish, but then you don't hear from them for a week.

Take a drink every time a fest participant disappears without warning and isn't updating their journal.

Take two drinks every time a fest participant disappears from the fest without warning but is updating their journal and is blatantly ignoring your emails and comments.

Take a drink every time you email a fest participant to remind them that they've missed the deadline and they tell you, "Oh, I can't do it. Sorry."

Take a drink every time a fest participant turns in their gift with a note reading, "I didn't have time to get it beta-read/my beta was too busy".

Take a drink every time a fest participant turns in their gift with a note reading, "It sucks, but I hope X likes it anyway!" Variation: they manage to slip in a passive insult of X's prompt and/or blame the suckiness of your matching skills for the quality of their gift.

Take a drink every time a fest participant turns in a .jpg with their name in the file name.

Take a drink every time a fest participant asks you a question that is answered in their assignment email (and in the rules post, which you linked to in their assignment email).

Drink the whole damned bottle every time a fest participant threatens to leave fandom forever because of you.

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This is a completely Gluten free recipe, but don’t let that stop you, I’ve yet to find a single person who didn’t love this cake!

Title: Standing Outside the Fire

Author: azurerosa

( Flourless Chocolate Cake )

Submitted by: azurerosa

. . . but until then, more random posts.

severus_sighs posted their interview with jadzialove, who just happens to be my beta. *squishes her*

I must point you especially to her answer to number #5, "What is it about Severus you find sexy?" because OMG it's a great answer (in under 100 words).

Spam! Wrote this not long after TDK came out but never posted it. Since the evil twin just wrote Joker/Scarecrow with similar elements, I knew I had to post it as the same time as hers or I'd never do it. Team Porn does Arkham. Arharhrh.


The Frayed Ends
Batman. Batman/Joker. R. ~1000 words. Nolanverse. Violence.
Darkness gathers into a swarm around them and Bruce doesn’t want to let the bastard take one more goddamn breath.


( Read Me. )

Just a little something to get me in the groove for doing homework. Done without access to my usual brushes so there are several big things that make me go DDDD:, but I didn't want to spend more than an hour on this. Warmup means warmup, Pondy.

Avengers. Steve/Tony. G.



( Steve & Tony Warmup Drawing )

!!!EIREE si tihs isht esuaceB ?SIHT gniod si ertupmoc ym yhw nialpxe ydobyna naC

You stay classy Harlequin! You stay classy!

What gets me, is that they've the nerve to be upset that the RWA's taken away thier princess points for that stunt. Did they somehow think that authors would APPROVE of Harlequin pimping (and yes, I mean that 'pimping' in the most denigrating way possible, by the way,) a brand new vanity press at its slushpile? Of COURSE the RWA's disgusted!

Harlequin's spin doctoring attemtp is even worse, given that it's more or less like Huggy Bear trying to deny the existence of his stable of whores to his wife when she busts him at work. It's a plain sign of disrespect, and I look forward with schadenfreude to Harlequin's authors jumping ship in hordes over it. (Not that that'll actually happen, of course. Authors are too desperate, generally, to continue seeing their works in print once they've got a taste of it. Still, chance would be a fine thing.)

In other news.

I lost yesterday to being eaten by a grue. I lost today to a migraine. I got more or less nothing done on either, and am therefore a Very Bad Girl. Now who's going to write my spanking? (Leers at Certain Demographic of my Flist.)

This weekend will involve a drive to Boston, during which I expect I shall write some. We're going to see Enter the Haggis, and that'll be a good pick up to wash the dirt off the shovel with which I'm burying the dismembered corpse of this past week. (And how's THAT for a metaphor? Cause I mean every word, thanks.)

I only have two more holiday fest stories to write, and the only thing that's keeping me from diving into writing my Yuletide story is the fact that it would look pretty bad for the mod of Snupin Santa to be a slack-ass on her own fest. It isn't that I don't like my Snupin Santa story or that I'm not inspired. I am! But somehow, the Yuletide idea has grabbed me by the proverbial throat, to the point that I've had to open a google doc and jot down some lines and ideas so I don't forget them.

The one bad thing about writing for fests is that I can't ramble about the writing process for the stories, because they're anonymous, and by the time the reveal is up and I can talk about them, I've forgotten what I wanted to say. I suppose I could write notes in google docs and post them once reveals are up, though.

I haven't worked on my Snupin Santa story in longer than I'd like, but last night, I re-read what I've got so far to refresh my memory and get the creative juices flowing again. Looking at it with a fresh eye, I really am pleased with the idea, and I'm excited about getting back to work on it. I hope I can sneak in some writing this weekend, but I'm determined to finish the papers from my 10:00 class before I reward myself with fun writing. Or with Warcraft, because OMG I'm going into withdrawal from not having time to play at all this week, and the Pilgrim's Bounty holiday is supposed to start on Sunday.

I'm feeling better today, like I'm regaining some of my equilibrium, which I attribute in part to it being Friday and having all next week off and in part to the Starbucks peppermint mocha I had this morning. Coffee, chocolate, and peppermint: perfection in a cup.

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Title: Ewe
Author: sweetmelodykiss
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus/Harry/Draco
Time Line: Post War
Word Count: 361
Summary: Severus gets punched in the nose on his wedding day.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters herein. J.K. Rowling owns all the characters. No profit is being made from this story, and no copyright infringements are intended.
Written for severus_sighs spur of the moment challenge.

Ewe

Title: Reclaiming the Wolf, IX
Challenges: the other family snape100, politics lupin100
Word Count: 100
Note: this is part of the conclusion to the de-aged Snape plot begun a couple of weeks ago. He is in his twenties and has regained most of his memories.


"Your grandmother?" Remus paled. "Severus - "

"I told you, she's learned her lesson." Severus awkwardly cast a muffliato. "She lost Mum and she nearly lost me. I know she's always supported pureblood policies, but it's different." He pulled Remus into another long, thorough kiss, oblivious to the gasps from the kitchen.

"I'm not ashamed any more, Remus. I'm not bitter. Growing up, even if only for a little while, with someone who was kind to me - "

"Has made all the difference." Remus rose, holding out his hand. "Shall we? I'll need to ask Andromeda to watch Teddy."

Attended a benefit dinner last night with J, maiki, and Susan for a non-profit that we've done a lot of work for. Materials that both Susan and I had designed were all over the place and it was really nice to see it all out and looking snazzy. Susan's done a lot to get their informational materials/reports looking clean and professional. I did the benefit's programs, invites, and carried over from last year was a set of promotional posters which I'm still proud of. The project, per usual, made me gnash my teeth at times, but I do enjoy working for them, and it was flattering when people whom I didn't expect compliments from told me they were impressed by the invitations in particular. :D Leading up I had this worry about the pagination on the program booklet since I worked entirely remotely and never saw a proof (or even had time to run one myself!) but everything turned out beautifully and typo-free. By this point, I've done enough recent work to have a solid design portfolio again, so with so few classes left ahead of me it's nice to have that in addition to what's shaping up to go on my reel.

I didn't mingle much, as J and I were introduced to some great people early on and there was no incentive to bother straying away from the interesting conversation to rub elbows with people outside my industry. It was somewhat fascinating attending something like this after so long, and also after now having worked on catering from the serving end! The appetizers, by the way, were awesome. I wish we offered some of them on our own menu, especially the warm cranberries and almonds in phyllo cups. Yum.

My shoes were remarkably comfortable. I haven't worn actual heels in forever and it's nice to confirm that my knee can handle hours standing around in 3" heels.

This was supposed to be anon commentporn, but then it wasn't fulfilling what the OP had asked for so I wrote it for Blue instead.

Boys' Club
X-men RPS. Hugh Jackman/Liev Schrieber/Taylor Kitsch. NC-17. 3400 words.
God, tonight he'd be a slut for it if that's what they wanted.

( Read Me. )