Okay, not really.

However I did donate a pint of my type O positive on Friday. Being the 'universal donor' blood type I find regular donations to be very fulfilling. Not as awesome as having one of the AB types...but then again if I'm ever in need I won't have to worry as much. Best part about the whole process (other than saving up to three lives ( Read more... )

Darkness surrounded a dark-haired man dressed in proper Academy attire. Looking through the space, the realization of who he was looking at hit him. John was looking at himself, though not through himself. He was looking down at himself, watching as he walked down a…corridor maybe? The man continued along that set path, feeling out the invisible ( Read more... )

I hate making excuses. I wouldn't necessarily describe this as an excuse...I just can't make my story work for me at the moment. Each time I've been able to sit down and write I've either changed, deleted, or started over on the work. This vexes me greatly, especially since I know what I want to write, I know what I want the conclusion to be. I for ( Read more... )

A/N: Sorry this took so long to put together! I wrote this section, hated it, rewrote...still didn't want to have anything to do with it. Deleted it. Wrote something entirely different. That is this result. Would have been up earlier in the evening but I had a lost time incident reading Solitary Confinement. Mental Asylum AU. Kinda graphic with a ( Read more... )

Apologies to anyone who has been waiting patiently for the next installment of my epic mess of a crossover 'fic. It would have been posted a day or so ago but I didn't like where it was going and completely deleted it. So expect a 'fic update in the next few hours ( Read more... )

McCoy was stripped down to his regulation undershirt. His office was almost unbearably hot, and he patted down the bead of sweat that threatened to trickle down with an equally dampened cloth. It would do him no good to find relief in another section of the ship; many of the other portions were feeling the same irregular environmental conditions.

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He was grateful the semester was nearly over. Class work was dreadfully boring most of the time; concepts that most of his peers occasionally struggled with came to him as though it were all written in plain Standard. John could be top of his class if he was so inclined, but that would have been a little awkward to explain. So occasionally he had ( Read more... )

You Speak General American English!
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Sitting around at Atlanta International sipping whiskey and thinking on a lot of things. Funny how sitting around in the home state of a fictional character can get your mind rolling.

First off, being my continuing series...it'll be written in the next few days, I've got it mostly planned...but my weekend holiday has had me going off on random ( Read more... )

The soft sounds emanating from Jim’s throat was like music to John’s ears. The total lack of breathy little words mixed with slight hitches in breath were telltale signs that the blonde was nearing completion. He redoubled his efforts as he gripped Jim’s hips thrusting the young man down repeatedly upon his cock. Jim squeezed his lover’s shoulders ( Read more... )