Jackboots and Bubblegum

Pairing: Adelle/Topher

Rating: NC-17

Summary: She touches him with icy hands, her rough pinches and pokes abrading his already tender skin. There’s a certain excitement in these harsh preliminaries. Topher and Adelle - in a certain slant of light.


A/N: So, I went looking for Adelle/Topher D/s fic and fandom, I am disappoint. Where is the fucked up fic to match their OMG fucked up dynamic? Well, it's here. Un-beta'd because I don't know anyone who does Dollhouse and kinked out to heck and back. Feedback always welcome!

( Doesn't matter what he calls hers - she owns him... )

It's what I've been doing lately. I have some I've done for joss_by_episode, some for fantas_magoria and a few Tudors icons I did just for me.









( Icons. Icons. Also, icons. )

1. OMG - Joss Whedon only knows like 15 people. Faith, Fred (doing a mighty Illyria impression in later shows), Wesley, Penny - will no one else take this man's calls?

2. The substitute Angel kills me. All the brood and 50% fewer facial expressions? JOSS. ILU. STOP THE MADNESS. Grab hold of the well-rounded hero character and roll with it. I'm begging.

3. I have the slightest teensy weensiest barely worth mentioning crush on Topher and by that I mean I want him to bear my geeky genius babies. Also - if there is not at least one community dedicated to Topher/Adelle 'cesty roleplay fics, I do not know fanpeoples. That wasn't even subtext - Joss just wrote that sick puppy right into the dialogue.

Fan baiting is never nice. Except when it really, really is.

4. I get it already. Military-industrial complex = bad. The horse died. The beatings can now stop. Find a new issue.

4, cont. Except not the serious Daddy issues you clearly already have. Boyd? The Boyd thing? Not even right. Just not. At all.

5. I just finished this afternoon. Re-watch commencing...about now.

Characters: Spike

Rating: PG-13

Summary: He’s got a basket full of kittens, an office full of novice poker players, and a source that might have some information on Angel. What Spike's doing while Angel is missing. Spoilers for the comics up to issue #32.

A/N: Posted for prompt #25-poker on my 50ficlets table. And for anxiety_junkie who suggested Spike and his kittens. I didn't make it all the way to the actual game, but I hope you'll like anyways.

Feel free to suggest pairings or ideas for the other 48 prompts!

( Time to distract the kiddies, then... )

I'm probably one of the more vocal remixers. When I read other remixers journals during remix, they don't bitch nearly as much as I do about the process. I can't tell if they're really cool or if I'm way overdramatic.

I suspect it may be a bit both.

( My remix angst, remixed )

The remix archive went live last night. Since they've move it over to AO3, I wasn't sure how many of my flisties were persuing the awesome fics that came out of this remix. So here are at least two remixes that I enjoyed readaing.

Naked (The Wishing You Were Here Remix) is a Dawn-centric remix of my story Segue, a Xander/Dawn comics canon fic based on the prompt of awkward sex. What's most interesting to me is how the writer transferred the feelings of awkwardness from Xander to Dawn. Rather than the cool, collected take-charge Dawn that I wrote, this Dawn is nervous, almost anxious, about Xander's feelings for her and it makes their fumbling relationship even more endearing, if that's possible. My story was emphatically Xander-centric and I love this perspective change.


The second one that I really enjoyed was Taken Over (Stunned Silent Remix), a remix of liz_marcs story All Yours. It's a powerful, painful look at the inside of Faith's head, during her stay in Buffy's body. The story encapsulates Faith's sexual and personal self-loathing, exposing her character in some very raw and real ways. I didn't write it (in case you're wondering) but I love it like a thing that is loved.

As always, leave some love the great (if currently anonymous) remix authors in our fandom if you go over. And if you can guess which one I wrote (and you aren't anxiety_junkie who has a story in the works just for her anyways), I'll be happy to write you a little something based on pairing and prompt.

And even if you don't guess, my remix will be posted over here after the big reveal. But, until then, go! Read! Comment!

I am dizzy and sneezy and several other Disney dwarves of ill-repute and little reputation. Also, I am not going back to work until June. Apparently I need to participate in some form of "retraining" or whatever and that's not scheduled until June 2. I would be aggravated except I was already planning on cutting back my hours to something less like a job and more like a hobby. Also I applied for a paying job, so hopefully I'll get that and it won't be an issue.

It's just part-time but it'll bring in some much needed PAID experience in the "human services" field. And if I get in to grad school, the part-time parts means I'll theoretically have enough time left over to intern somewhere. Not sure where, given that this is Naples and social work internships are not exactly thick on the ground, but somewhere. It's almost touching, isn't it, this pitiful faith I have that stuff will just work out.

Also also, my fingers are refusing to fing. I have re-typed a good half of this post already because I keep hitting the wrong keys. THIS COULD BE THE END, CAMPERS! SEND DELICIOUS TEAS AND ANNE BOLEYN BIOGRAPHIES.

Wait, I already have those. I also have a bizarre desire to write Tudors fic, which I'm hoping will go away if I ignore it for long enough. I had an "Anne's last letter to Elizabeth which she receives from her mother's confessor after her own coronation" idea and "Lady Rochford's ghost on the eve of her execution" fic idea. Plus a few more art ideas.

I may write the Lady Rochford one, if only because it's so damn angsty and exactly right for my idiom. But I refuse to do the Anne letter one because I'm not sure I could do it justice and also it would suck away any remaining will I have to write my damn admissions essay.

I am not currently writing my admissions essay. I have a page done and a fic to write for anxiety_junkie which I have not forgotten about. Only slightly delayed in order that I might be unable to type coherently.

So, does anyone else have fanfic urges they're ignoring? I cannot be the only one.

Do you ever have one of those nights where you can't sleep and you have a million different things you could (and should) be using this "free" insomniac time on but you just can't because while you're not tired enough to sleep, you're too damn tired to actually do anything?

Yeah, I'm there.

I cannot recommend enough The Ask by Sam Lipsyte. I'm reading it to my husband because I am determined to bring back reading aloud as a leisure time activity. I have fond memories of my favorite stories as a child being full of people reading aloud: Ma Ingalls, the Marches, various characters in Dickens and Austen. Plus I like reading out loud. I get to be all dramatic and the center of attention.

Anyways, the novel is based on the premise: How will Generation X have a midlife crisis when they've completely refused to grow up? For an incredibly funny (and ohmygod on target) summary of both the both and the question, read A.O Scott's review in the NY Times. As he puts it I see you rolling your eyes. That’s right, you: the one in the fake-vintage rock ’n’ roll T-shirt and thick-framed glasses reading this on an iPhone at the sidelines of your daughter’s soccer game. But you know exactly what I’m talking about, pal. (And by the way: stop trying to be a hip alterna-sports dad. Just cheer, for God’s sake.) TRUER WORDS, MY FRIENDS. TRUER WORDS. Also, when I read that, I was on my iPod Touch so there was a whole guilty blush alterna-sports Mom moment that I'd like to gloss over thankyouverymuch.


But trust me - it is exactly the sort of sardonic the world is fucked and I feel fine bitter is the new black story you'd expect. It's Daria gone south for grown-ups. It's...oh, just read it.

Still plugging valiantly away on the next chapter of Ashes. I'm a whole, WOW, four sentences in. It's like I don't even know what I'm doing. And I don't, so I remain spot on there.

Got a kernel of an idea for my first 50ficlets idea from anxiety_junkie. I could be writing that, but it sounds like work. However, as a preview, it's an Angel thinking about Ghostie!Wes post-return from the Fall. Yeah, that's almost the whole story right there, innit? Also I have several art ideas for fantas_magoria and still_grrr but those also come suspiciously close to effort.

Well, back to sitting around doing not much and waiting to become exhausted.

So, remember how last year I was all OMG I AM REMIXING AN EPICLY EPIC EPIC AND HOW AM I GOING TO CONDENSE A BAJILLION WORDS INTO A WORKABLE STORY OF LESS THAN THAT? Yeah, I don't have that problem this year. See? I learn from my mistakes.

AND GO ON TO MAKE TOTALLY NEW AND ORIGINAL ONES. The only story I could find that appealed to me because I'm a picky bitch...is between 300 and 400 words. From that, I have to make a story of NOT LESS than 1000 words. Yeah. New and interesting times. Remind me of this part next year, yes? Not more than eleventy hundred words and not less than, oh, say, 500. Promise?

( A procrastinatory poem, written while at the library today )

Pairing: Faith/Object

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Faith sneaks in to Buffy's room and makes herself very comfortable.

A/N: Incorporates the kink_bingo prompt object penetration (objects not designed for sex). Thanks to my beta anxiety_junkie for her hard work.


( Buffy won't be back all weekend... )