so if anyone's still tuned in, i've moved here. Probably no more fics, but some poetry and music videos and all sorts of things that make me happy.

Title: I don't know.
For: speakwrite_
Note: Fuck you, this was hard.

Her voice reminds him that if he is not feet first on the skin of some planet, he is floating only.

He is smiling now, knows she is too, but he has a boat to pilot, a crew to feed, can’t be thinking of inky, witchful eyes; forces himself to move.

I don’t know. A woman’s answer if he’d ( Read more... )

The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble - ~100 words - on a subject/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal. Post all fandoms you’re willing to write for.

Band of Brothers
Newsies
Firefly
Pirates of the Caribbean

(graceisdead.livejournal.com has been deleted. if you are graceisdead, you have a period of 30 days to undelete your journal. but please don't, because i really, really want that username. just having a fic journal doesn't cut it any more. in the meantime, don't mind me ( Read more... )

If he remembers her it is in bursts ( Read more... )

You are awkward, bordered not by crystal and brocade curtains and artillery, but by guileless, graceless space. There is so much of it here, oceans of it, you are still nervous as you light your cigarette, glance furtively backwards at Jersey, wave the smoke away - and there’s you are at fifteen, secreting away your dad’s whiskey, choking on the ( Read more... )

Perhaps he is a monster, this narrow boy ( Read more... )

Now I am a fic journal.