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Friends Mostly
As you can now see in my userinfo, this journal is Friends Mostly. If you want to read the stuff I write and am paranoidly protecting against theives, or aliens, or something, then tell me. However, be aware that I reserve the right not to friend someone. Because I'm fickle like that. Or smart. Or bitchy. But it's my journal and therefore my -
So, I want to put a challenge out
For Doctor Who fanficcers. And I think I'd like to collect it at Archive of Our Own ( Read more... ) -
This could explode
I have a plotbunny which could spawn a series. Not only that, but it's the kind of thing where other people could join in. Dr Whoniverse.
Should I turn it loose? -
Fic Rec: The Sanctity of Ordinary Things
Title: The Sanctity of Ordinary Things
Author: Raven (singlecrow)
Location: Archive of Our Own
Summary: Nancy and Jamie, and what happened next. (follow-up from Empty Child/Doctor Dances).
This is a very sweet and wonderful fic after my own heart. Read it and it will make your day better (probably) -
Dear Universe
Someone please write some Wild Wild West (TV)/Star Trek (OS or 2009) crossover. Because I can see Arte and Bones dealing with the combined forces of two Jims, but not well enough to write it myself. -
Six years after graduation
I thought we might walk the same path ( Read more... ) -
To Arms (Holmes fic)
Written for a prompt elsewhere: Holmes is the worst roommate ever. Let Watson list the ways. Bonus points for keeping his violin hostage until thing change.
( To Arms ) -
Holmes fic
Right, so I've come up with a sort of Watson for Irene Adler (from the movie version of Sherlock Holmes, I suppose). Unfortunately, I can't seem to pin down a name. Please forgive the overuse of articles in the following bit of fanfic, and if anyone can figure out a good name for a Scotch-Irish-American dresser and seamstress, do let me know ( Read more... ) -
January 7
Seventh of JanuaryThe wise kings have come and gone ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
This
all too brilliant light
overcome by cicada song
and the sudden summer heat
Asks me
for night
for a little easy rest
and Dreams
grown like posies
fragrant and vivid and peaceful