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*sigh*  Once again, Survivor takes precedence over Show.  On the bright side, it gave me time to finally post this.  I should have finished it ages ago; at least I got it in before the episode in case Cas comes back, I suppose.

Title: Your Eyes Are Open
Rating: PG-13
Characters and Pairing: Dean/Castiel pre-slash, Sam
Spoilers: 5x18
Word Count: ~2900
Summary: After Van Nuys, Castiel thinks Dean is as good as dead. So while he tries to learn to live without Dean, Sam and Dean try to find him.
A/N: Holy shit, I finally fucking finished it! This is the longest fic that I have ever actually completed, which is pretty pathetic, but wow. Possibly I have been playing too much Robot Unicorn Attack because the title is from Erasure's "Always". I'm pretty sure that song is going to be stuck in my head forever.
I totally blame that game for why I didn't finish this earlier. That, and the anon meme, which I just discovered and love.

There was dirt under his fingernails and dust in his throat. )
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Castiel)
 So, as another way to procrastinate on my 5x18 fic, have some episode reactions and assorted squee.

My 2 on 5x18, 5x19, and the new series of Doctor Who ) 
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Dean)

...and yet I keep doing this to myself.  Never again. 

So Point of No Return was fucking epic.  Have a completely unrelated fic.

ETA: FU formatting.  Never trying to copypasta from google docs again.
Son of ETA:  Hoshit, I actually just cross-posted a fic to a community.  Took me long enough. *is proud*

Title:  Same Old Song
Characters/Pairings: OCs, references to Team Free Will
Wordcount: ~1000
Rating: G
Summary:  In the future, some things change and some things stay the same.
Notes:  A response to [ profile] measuringlife's prompt, we become the stories we tell about ourselves on [ profile] comment_fic that got a bit away from me.  Title from the Kansas song, 'Dust in the Wind'.  Unbeta'd.
I was supposed to get this posted before 5x18, but failed miserably, so some of this has now been jossed. I don't think there's anything spoilery, though.

Hunters know better than anyone the power of stories. )


Apr. 15th, 2010 08:52 pm
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (PRAYER CIRCLE)

My mum has just decided that her seeing the new Survivor episode right now is more important than me seeing Supernatural.

But it doesn't matter right, I'm recording it anyway.  And it's not as if it isn't on every day. /sarcasm

The tragedies of living with those who wouldn't understand fannish-ness if it was explained with diagrams -- they just think I'm crazy.  FML.

I suppose I can use the time to finish the weird comment-fic I've been procrastinating on.
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
There's snow on the ground now! *squee*
Not much, but it's snow. And white and pretty and it's kind of pretty how the green is showing through.

I'm still really jealous of the people in, like, every other area of Ontario and the world (from the way the news talks about it), who got tons of snow. So jealous.

I'm tempted to go up to visit Ottawa with my dad after Cristmas just because of all the beautiful snow they have up there. And it's a goddamn beautiful city. Maybe I can convince him to go again in January for the carnival and we can go skating on the canal. Now are there any long weekends in January? I don't think so.

Also, I really need to write some Dean/Castiel and work up the courage to actually post it to the comm.
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ETA: I'm totally crediting the Café with making it snow in my little corner of Ontario.
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
Title: whatever this world can give
Fandom: Supernatural/Good Omens
Rating: PG
Pairing: gen, hints of Dean/Castiel and Crowley/Aziraphale if you look that way
Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas go to steal the Colt from a demon named Crowley.
Warnings: gratuitous use of crossover, swearing, unbetaed
Spoilers: 5.09 The Real Ghostbusters
Length: 1120
Notes: I was surprised that no one wrote this after 5.09; it seemed very obvious and I was expecting that someone better than me would do it. Actually, I've been surprised and dismayed at the lack of GO crossover in this entire fandom; I would have thought it would be a very natural thing to do. I should have written this fic earlier (i.e. before 5.10), but I'm incorrigibly lazy.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke&co and Good Omens to pterry and Neil. The title is, of course, from Iron Maidens's You're My Best Friend.

Dean glanced back at Sam and Castiel as they stood in front of the suburban house with the flourishing green garden. )

At some point, I need to work up the courage to actually post to the comms.
And lj HTML? IDEK, you are so weird, I don't get you.
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
Title: (children of tomorrow) live in the tears that fall today
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: 14A, for swearing
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Summary: An unspecified future-fic. The end of the world is too late to change some things.
Spoilers: General S5
Warnings: un-betaed
Length: 470 words
Disclaimer: If it were mine there'd be more slash. As it is, SPN belongs to CW and Kripke&Co. Title is from Black Sabbath's Children of the Grave. (Do people still use these?)
Archive Info: Do people still archive fic? It's more a usenet thing, innit? Well, if so, I'll probably say yes if you ask.
Feedback: Criticism please! Any feedback is love.

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It was only hours later, looking back on the day as he wrote in his journal, that Ianto realised that he had lied to Jack.

Jack, whom he had sworn, if only to himself, that he would never lie to.  And Ianto Jones never broke his word.

So he buried that memory, too.

When he told Jack, later, that he told him everything, Ianto was telling the truth.

So.  I like to do things to Ianto and his mind (I'm a horrible person to the characters that I love).  I'd like to write a fic, at some point, addressing the revelation of Day Five; I think it has the potential to be very dark and fucked up, but beautiful.  For now, googlebrat's Love of the Common People is canon.
I know how easy it can become to edit memories.  But things that are long buried can rush out and overwhelm you sometimes.

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ETA: Now I understand why people hate the cut tags.
ETA2:  WTF cut tag?  I finally had gotten you to work three days ago when I left here, and now I come back and you're broken again.

Title: An Easy Mistake
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: G
Characters: OCs, Four, (so slight as to be insignificant) reference to Romana
Summary: Around the campfires, do policemen tell tales of the ghost call box?
Length: 313 words
Notes:  This has probably been done before.  Just a quick flopsy that resulted from me wondering if anyone had ever mistaken the TARDIS for a real Police call box, back when they still had them.  Not betaed.When I wrote this, I could have sworn I had read somewhere that the Police Boxes could be used to temporarily store suspects, but I can't find the reference now.  So this might actually be inaccurate.Disclaimer: Oh, please.  I haven't even been anywhere near Europe (I wish).  I use to fantasize about watching the BBC.
Archive Info: Just let me know.
Feedback:  Comments and criticism please!

solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Jack/Ianto)
I watched it again--oh gods why did I watch it again.

Cut for Ranty McRant (apparently I'm incapable of being sane about CoE, sorry) )
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
 I just got my copy of Nameless! (Finally!)

I will try to post a photo tomorrow.


*ships Christopher/Lucas liek whoa*
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
 Here's a scene I just wrote from a fic I'm working on.  I haven't gotten this far in it yet (no where near, actually), but the scene just came to me (Ianto standing there with the fag) and I had to write it down.  And now I'm posting it because I feel like it and I'm rather fond of it.  There are oblique references in the text, but the icon is acually a hint too, to the setting (Now it's obvious).

Jack woke up to an empty bed, (sheets tucked up around his shoulders, the rumpled fabric over the mattress indicating where Ianto had lain beside him, already cold) and a gibbous moon staring down at him through the window. The moonlight cast shadows of the furniture and nameless things seemed to move in them.

He got up and crossed the room to stand naked in the window, looking down at the empty streets. He saw a movement at the end of the road and, after watching for a moment as it moved slowly away, turned away, picking up pants and shirt of the floor (probably his, only ones there) and pulling them on. He grabbed his coat off the chair before he left, closing and locking the door carefully behind him.

He found Ianto standing near the edge of the cliff that fell away to the breakers, gazing out over the ocean. The wet, tangled grasses came up nearly to his knees and he was huddled into himself, against the cold sea breeze. He cradled a cigarette in his hand and as Jack watched, he took a deep drag from it, seeming to seek warmth and comfort in it's trailing smoke.

He looked incredibly pale under the moonlight, hair and suit almost black against the white of his skin.  Ghost-like, drowned, and Jack tried to quell the morbid thought. He blinked and the image was gone, and there was Ianto, still ghostly, but oh-so-beautiful, lone figure against the desolate heath and endless dark ocean.

After a few more moments of watching, Jack approached Ianto, quiet, but careful to make just enough noise so that the Welshman would know someone was coming. Ianto stiffened, his fingers tightening around the cigarette, and Jack paused a few feet away. Without turning his head, Ianto reached back slowly with his left hand, until his fingers brushed against the familiar fabric of Jack coat and he relaxed, letting out a measured breath before taking another drag from the cigarette. Jack stepped closer, Ianto's hand still curled around the edge of his coat, and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on the other man's shoulder. Ianto's body relaxed into the embrace, leaning back against him.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"That doesn't make it right."

Oh gods, the formatting.  Copying from Notepad's going to be a fucking nightmare isn't it, unless I find a better way to do this.  Because there's no way I'm abandoning notepad, I like it too much (fixedsys FTW!).
I love writing in notebooks with my fountain pens, but for some reason, I just write much better on the computer *sigh*.

I also love the night.  I've wished for as long as I can remember that I could be nocturnal.  I still hope that someday I'll be able to do it, at least for a little while.  Oh well, sleepy tiem nao.

solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
Your results:
You are Jean-Luc Picard
Jean-Luc Picard
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)
Geordi LaForge
Deanna Troi
Mr. Scott
Will Riker
Beverly Crusher
James T. Kirk (Captain)
Leonard McCoy (Bones)
Mr. Sulu
A lover of Shakespeare and other
fine literature. You have a decisive mind
and a firm hand in dealing with others.

Click here to take the "Which Star Trek character are you?" quiz...

Picard and then Red Shirt? O..kay then. Although I probably would be the red-shirt. And so not Picard, because OMG leadership and self-confidence? NO.
Although I am also not good with the children.

And I only wish I could be completely unemotional like Spock. (This has seriously been my goal since at least thirteen (although without the Spock associations until...right now, actually). I always wanted to be like people like Raistlin and Steerpike. I'm pretty sure that's not actually a good thing...)
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default)
The Earth was in trouble, and the Doctor never came.  So Jack blames the deaths of Ianto and Stephen on him.

Jack said, once, that the next time he saw the Doctor, he was going to kiss him and then he was going to kill him.

This time, he doesn't care to kiss him.  Jack wonders what it will take to kill the Doctor, and he waits.
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Default), in probably the worst idea I ever had, I decided to use as a plot generator.  In an even more astonishing develoment, I managed not to get stuck there for the next 24 hours (it took me four days to escape, last time I went on.  I never learn).
I pressed the Random Page button five times and have to use these to build my plot around.
Unfortunately, I didn't realise that a lot of TVtropes is pages for various books/TVshows/video games/anime.

Here's my list:
Super Dickery
Hero Worshipper
A Canticle for Leibowitz
Saturday Supercade

I should have stopped at three like I was originally planning to.

In other news, a local hair salon had this free day where they were training people to do haircuts from some new designer styles.  I have never before done anything with my hair in my life (except for, like, curling and blowdrying it if I needed to dress up for something) and I love my new short hair *bg*.  It's all...short, and floofy, and I can like, shake it around and put wax in it and stuff *seriously in love*.  I was so scared at first to get it cut short, but...*squee*

Also: I hate the world.  tw_bigbang, I so did not need you.  The xf_bigbang is already failing enough.  I'm probably going to end up joinig at the last minute.  Just watch me.

solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Jack/Ianto)
Jack would never admit to himself that he was running away to forget.

The Doctor never mentioned it because he knew that Jack would kill anyone who did--that he had done.
solitarysloth: On a black background, a man standing in a ring of fire (Jack/Ianto)
Yes, I'm still up.  What is this thing you call sleep?

So I've been thinking more about Children of Earth ...Generally spoilery... )


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