So how geeky is it that the most exciting thing to happen to me in the past few days is that I finally got a Dreamwidth account! This morning, someone posted about having an extra couple of invites, which I missed. But then someone else said she had a couple of invites too, and gave me one. So thanks [info]mandala ! You totally rock my socks at the moment!

And what shall I now do with my Dreamwidth account? Well perpetuate the geekiness of course! I finally started working on "Learning to Fight" again, and re-opened my massive/borderline epic Skins-fic We All Grow Up... At Some Point. I swore to someone I'd start posting it this summer and it's about summer, so I figured now was as good a time as any. Except there have been such a great collection of Skins-fics (I'm looking at you [ profile] sivim27 ) that I'm not quite sure if I'm up for embarrassing myself by posting my mega-crapfest of a fic. I'll guess we'll see how it goes after a few chapters, no?

The scariest thing of all is that my first fic that I post to Dreamwidth might be a Step-Up drabble that I just wrote since I'm in the middle of watching that right now... yeah, no! I need to finish a chapter of something else ASAP! iTunes Drabble-Meme, I guess you're on deck.

So in another random post for the evening, it is totally not kosher to read smut when your iPod is on shuffle if you know you're iPod is stoked with a considerable bit of gospel music. Because there is nothing more awkard than reading about  your favorite couple going down on one another, when "He Reigns" comes on. Inevitiably it will lead to obstensibly dirty thoughts permanently be attached to "my God is an awesome God! He reigns on heaven and earth...." Plus, if you're attached to an incredibly cracked out fandom like mine (I'm looking at you Naomily/LilyKat fans) you will then start attaching all your gospel music to thoughts of Pope Meg, and then the reading of the Naomily smut is tied to Pope Meg and Pope Meg is all like, "Woah there! We've already had this conversation about incest and its illegal-ness. Voyeurism concerning your fictional yet real life twin and her fictional yet kinda real life girlfriend still falls into this catagory. Pope Meg is displeased!" And I so don't want to displease Pope Meg, so I need to get this all under control! Like ASAP! And make sure that I only read smut while listening to my special wank-worthy playlist... I think I just admitted to having a wank playlist?!
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( Mar. 31st, 2009 03:49 pm)
So the LilyKat Community is young, but seems to be really off to a roll, IMHO. We've got an extremely awesome layout, a ton of people who have joined/watchded the comm (over a 100!), and people who've been eager to help out and post. So all and all, I'm extremely happy, cause I was really worried this would not work out well (an account of me never having maintained a community before). So, if you happen to be glancing at this page and have yet to visit the community. Feel free to click the link below and check it out! : )


LilyKat Community!
Title: Learning to Fight
Pairing: Eventual Emily/Naomi
Rating: R, for language and such. It'll probably stay there.
Spoilers: None really; it's an AU of episode 9, even though it hasn't aired.
Disclaimer: I so don't own this show, but I would give up my first born to own it! But since I'm pretty sure I'm not ever having kids so the point is moot.
A/N: So I'm totally working on this massive future!fic for Skins, which is Naomily focused to, and in the middle of writing it, this popped into my head. It'll probably go on 10 or 15 chapters, and it's chalked full of angst, cause that's all I know how to write! : ) Anywho, this is semi-based on the previews of Episode 9, but it's a massive AU. If this is what happens on the show, I don't know if I can keep watching it. Also, part 2 of the prologue should be up tomorrow! Hope you like it and please review.
****Oh and special A/N!: A really huge thanks to my beta, [ profile] hac92, who both encouraged me to write this in the first place and to post it! You are the greatest!!!

Title: Maybe
Pairing: Implied Alex/Olivia
Word Count: 2157
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I know of, except for Lead where Alex comes back
Disclaimer: I so don't own this show, which should be evident considering Olivia is supposedly still "straight" and Alex hasn't jumped Liv's bones yet. Maybe during Alex's far too short current tenure on the show, they'll finally get it on!
A/N: I have no clue how this story got to be so long. I basically sat down a couple of hours ago and churned out this fic. It had been in my head ever since last night, when "Lead" premiered. Basically it turns out Alex has been out of witness protection for 3 years, and though the SVUers have tried to contact her, she hasn't been able to call them back. Here's my little femslash diddy as to why. Oh, and this is unbeta'd by the way, so sorry if it's got grammar errors and such!

Click here for fic! )


Title: No Going Back
Rating: PG-15 for language mostly
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins.
Pairing: Naomi/Emily, Emily/Cook
Summary: AU-ish. At a certain point you have to face the decisions you've made and figure out that sometimes there's no going back. (I'm really sucky at the summaries, but please read!)
Spoilers: AU of JJ episode, where Katie didn't stop Em from dancing with Cook. Also makes some ambiguous statements surrounding the Cook/Naomi 'friendship'.

Click For The Fic! )
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( Jan. 15th, 2009 04:20 pm)

Title: Calm Before the Storm
Author: Queen Green
Pairing: Nikki & Nora of course!
Rating: PG at best
A/N: Just a little drabble I wrote in the middle of my honors seminar (take that productivity and Adderall!) It's just a drabble, but it's given me a couple of ideas for longer fic, so if you like it, let me know and maybe I'll be encouraged to write it (that was a veiled attempt at attaining comments, by the way.)Kinda angsty, but I'm in a class about Weimar Germany right now that just has me in that mood.

Nikki's POV

And this is why you shouldn't date someone on the force. It's bad enough to have a partner put in harms way everyday, but to see someone you love, someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with beaten by some junkie or threatened at gunpoint by some punk robbing a liqour store is almost crushing. We both knew the risks when we signed up for this job, though. We equally knew it was foolish to let ourselves fall in love. Even crazier to actually act on that love. But none of that makes much difference right now. Not while I'm watching the blood pour from Nora's chest. Not while I'm desperately pressing on the wound to stop the flow. Not as she looks in my eyes so lovingly, even while the light seems to be draining from her beautiful orbs.

The paramedics are here now, shoving me out of the way. They mutter terms that I can't recognize, talking about stabilizing her, and all I want is to be back by her side. She turns to look at me again, as if she knows what I'm feeling. They gather her into the ambulance, though our eyes never leave each others, and for a moment, I see a bit of the light return. Maybe... maybe there's hope. Maybe what Nora needs from now is not the fear that seems to be sucking the air out of my lungs. Or maybe she knows. That this isn't the end. Maybe she knows it's really just the calm before the storm.

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( Jan. 3rd, 2009 02:38 pm)
Title: Jump Your Bones

Author: QueenGreen
Rating: Maybe PG-13
Pairing: Alicia/Nastia
Disclaimer: This only ever happened in my dreams :(
A/N: So this is my first foray into RPFS, and I have very limited past fanfic resume, littered with incomplete fics. So I thought I'd try my hand at a one-shot, which was largely inspired by the "words can't describe" amazing photos of Ms. Liukin that recently went up. Also, major inspiration was offered by skyz fic "To Boston With Love" so if you haven't checked it out, you seriously need to immediately!!! Try to keep the below photos in mind while reading (if you can :) and here's the original link if you want to gawk at the other two (The Hotness That Words Can't Describe). Enjoy!

Alicia has never been short on words, but after seeing a recent photo shoot Nastia's done, there's not much she can say.

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( Oct. 22nd, 2008 12:15 am)

Title: Searching
Fandom/Pairing: DEBS/Amy y Lucy!
Summary: [D.E.B.S.] Amy Bradshaw has spent the last two tears in a desperate search for the love of her life. Will she be sucessful, or will she loose her sanity in her searching?
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own anything D.E.B.S related except for the dvd and soundtrack. I know: how tragic!
A/N:So this is my first attempt at a D.E.B.S. fanfic. I must warn everybody that I'm not exactly the best writer in the world, but this is an idea that I've been toying with for a while, so I felt the need to post it. I started it a while back, but then I stalled out with it, so now I'm attempting to bring it back.

So yeah, without further ado... Searching

It had been five long years. Five years of fear. Five years of worry. Five years of searching. Searching everyday for some shred of hope, a tiny glimmer of her lost love. Five years of failing had been hard on her, but she had to keep going. It was the only way she managed to keep some semblance of sanity. If she stopped, even if only for a second, her heart would shatter it to a million little pieces. The tiny shards would cut through her until she was nothing.

She kept reviewing that day. It was almost like an endless loop in her head, that final moment. They had a fight. She’d run out to clear her head. They got so heated sometimes when they fought. She’d thought it was because they were such passionate people. That’s what had made them click in the first place, that fire that burned within both of them. It’s part of what drove them to give up everything they knew for one another. It made her think of something she had once heard on TV. “Without passion we’d truly be dead.” There’s that word again: dead. Death. DEATH!

She was blinded by a flash of light. It took her a moment to realize that she’d been driving on the wrong side of the road. She swerved and then everything went black.

It was a stupid mistake, brought on from the lack of sleep in the last few days. Being back to where it all started seemed to be enough for a while, fueled her. She felt closer than she ever had before. She didn’t have time to stop for sleep. Even as she lied in a ditch, unconscious, one name still screamed in her head.


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( Oct. 16th, 2008 06:26 am)

Title: Movie Ending

Fandom: Women’s Murder Club
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lindsey/Cindy, angst
Author: Queen Green
Word Count: 445
Summary: Was it so wrong to still hope for a movie happy ending? For Lindsey and Cindy, probably.
A/N: So this was written for IDF. This takes place about a year and a month after the finale of WMC, and after Pete’s return into Lindsey’s life. I’m thinking about making it a multi-parter, but I wanted to get a second opinion first. Enjoy

“Don’t go,” the brunette breathed, voice barely a whisper. She could easily act as if she didn’t hear her. Just turn away, catch her plane and that would be that.

“It’s too late Lindsay. Everything’s already in place. My job at the Register is gone. Maggie’s been shipped to Seattle. I don’t even have an apartment anymore. There’s no reason to stay.” The thing is, she desperately wished Lindsey would give a reason to stay. Anything would do, so long as it made all this hurt seem like it mattered; so long as it made them matter. All she needed was one reason to give her a movie happy ending.

Why are you doing this,” Lindsey asked, voice brimming with desperation.

“Why am I doing this? Lindsey, are you really that dense?! I’m doing this because I can’t stand to look at you without my heart bleeding a bit. Look, you made your choice, and it’s fine. I mean it’s not, but hey, who am I to compete with true love. But you can’t expect me to magically forget how I feel. It’s not fair of you.” Cindy pushed out the words. She’d said her piece, and according to all those self-help books that she’d never admit to reading, that was supposed to make it a little better- ease the tense pressure in her chest just a bit. But all Cindy was left with was a heavier heart.

“Cindy, please?” Lindsey Boxer had never been much for crying. It made you look weak, and she could seldom afford to look vulnerable in her profession. But as she let out a final, simple plea, she could do little to hide the tears starting to flow down her face.

“Why,” Cindy asked. Was it so bad that she still wanted her happy ending? Guess so, because all she was rewarded with silence from the Inspector.

“This is the final boarding call for Flight 383 to Seattle. Will passengers Reggie Lass, Cindy Thomas, and Katherine Wyatt please report to Gate A13 for immediate boarding,” the airport intercom rang out.

“I’ve got to go. Goodbye Lindsey.” For a second, she thought about kissing her. It seemed like a fitting way to end the moment, to close that chapter in her life. If this was a movie, she would have- one final bittersweet kiss that maybe would have changed it all for her and Lindsey. One final kiss to make it all matter. But her life wasn’t a movie, and with only a moment’s hesitation, Cindy Thomas turned and walked away. Lindsey Boxer had already broken her heart once and she just couldn’t stand let her do it again.

A/N 2: So what do you think? Care to read more. Well this was originally intended to be a multi-part fic that I've yet to get a chance to start writing, so maybe during fall break I'll get started?