forget your Unified Theory of Everything

Author: lettered
Title: The Pure and Simple Truth
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, but this fic might as well be gen. Besides Harry and Draco, mostly canon pairings
Rating: PG
Warnings: No porn. No plot. No, really!
Summary: Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations.
Word Count: 70,000 It happened by accident.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter, in case you didn’t know, and talekayler wrote Nunquam Securus

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Author: lettered
Title: The Pure and Simple Truth
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, but this fic might as well be gen. Besides Harry and Draco, mostly canon pairings
Rating: PG
Warnings: No porn. No plot. No, really!
Summary: Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations.
Word Count: 70,000 It happened by accident.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter, in case you didn’t know, and talekayler wrote Nunquam Securus
Author's notes: Nunquam Securus is a short fic about how Harry and Draco navigate romance amidst their entwined circle of friends. This fic is the back story about how that circle formed.

Thank you so, so much talekayler for writing this fic, and for signing up for remix, giving me the opportunity to write this story. Thank you to stultiloquentia for her quick beta, to ravenclown for some points of crit and enthusiasm, and the mods for their patience and kindness. And even though she will never see this, thanks to my_daroga for putting up with me while I wrote this.

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I've been staring at this hp_friendship fest, realizing that I'm dismal I'm prompting. I'm great at coming up with prompts! If by great, you mean prolific. But I can't . . . God, I'm such a control freak--I can't let any of them go. Everything I think up I think, "but I want to write that!" I guess it's good you can't see any of the prompts, because I'd also be thinking that about everyone else's prompts.

The thing is, I really don't know if I can even do this fest. I'm kinda burned out; I've done a lot of fests lately and they sorta make me crazy. And I want to work on some original writing as well.

But I keep looking at hp_friendship thinking, "Prompting is not a commitment! Prompting is fun! Someone else will write all the stories I want, and I just have to read them!" And yet, somehow, I just can't do it.

Am I the only one who's this possessive/controlling?

Guys, what the world needs now is an Eowyn picspam. Apparently in honor Caesar's (and the Witch King's?) death.

So, I was going through some old files, and I found comments I pulled from the st_xi_kink meme, the Star Trek 2009 kink meme that eventually shut down. These comments were the ones that I felt best represented the spirit and . . . general integrity of the meme. They were all made anonymously.

If you've ever wondered what a kink meme is, here it is in its absolute distilled uncorrupted form. Just be aware that--well, it is very kinky, by which I mean extremely offensive. As in, extremely offensive; seriously don't read if you want sexual topics that are potentially sensitive or triggery treated with any kind of delicacy, understanding, or respect.

It made me laugh so hard I almost cried, and this is like the fifth time I've read this.

( I give you the st_xi_kink cliff notes. Please see above warning. )

I read Jane Eyre at 14, and it changed my life. This was a cerebral and, I suppose, abstract experience. Since then I've experienced and done many much more concrete things: I've traveled abroad, I've found a job I love in a field I never expected, I've met my best friend, I've moved across the country, I've produced and directed plays, I've been published. But for me, the single most life-changing experience still feels like it was reading Jane Eyre. I modelled myself after the title character. She changed how I thought.

The reason I love this book is directly opposed to my post about Christy. Christy is about a girl who basically runs off to teach at a missionary. She wants to make her life mean something; she wants to make a difference by helping people. Jane Eyre is about a girl who gets an offer to become a missionary. She gets an offer to make her life mean something; she gets an offer to make a difference by helping people. And then she turns it down.

( Female self-sacrifice and roles in society )

If you know me at least a little, and know what Christy is, you might find it weird that Christy is one of my favorite characters. Christy, by Catherine Marshall, is usually not found in the general fiction section of book stores, but in the inspirational Christian section. It's about a girl in the early 1900s who goes to do missionary work in the Appalachian Mountains, questions her faith, and learns about God and herself. Most people who know me know that I am not a Christian, and that while I am not against any religion, I do not have one. I feel strongly about this. Christy Huddleston helped me feel this way.

( Searching for answers and female agency )

So my brother calls me up, (when was it?) end of last week or something, and says, "Hey, we're going to be in Portland!" I'm in Seattle; they live in Pennsylvania; this is excellent news! I make arrangements to get off work to go to Portland, and . . . that's all I do. Night before my days off, the trains are all sold out and I'm freaking out because my brother will think I don't love him if I don't go. House-mate suggests I rent a car--so, I make arrangements, but by then I'm so frustrated and tired of real life that I just rent the car and stop thinking about it.

Cue Friday morning, when I wake up with 20 minutes to pack, dress, eat, figure out where the rental place is, catch the bus. Who needs to eat anyway, and I am a lucky, privileged person and I have an i-pad, so I start off walking for the bus without really knowing where I'm going. I figure I better figure that out at some point, so I take out my i-pad, and somehow can't resist checking email before figuring out where I'm going.

Guess what? This post is not about my trip to Portland; it's not about how last minute and disorganized I am; it's FREECE UPDATED HER JOURNAL THERE WAS NEW CHAPTER OF CAPTIVE PRINCE OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. Oh my effing god.

Luckily, I've got presence of mind enough to click away and at least figure out what stop I need to get off at, but after that I'm back, standing at the bus stop, reading Captive Prince, in the bus, reading Captive Prince (for those of you who read the chapter, can you guess why that was a little embarrassing), getting off the bus and standing on a street corner until the chapter of Captive Prince is DONE.

Whew. Honestly, if it had been a work day, I'd've just been late. If I'd've been having birth, I'd've just been late. CAPTIVE PRINCE.

Oh, and then, on the way to Portland, I didn't have a book tape or anything, so I decide to just turn the radio off and work out the last part of the fic I'm working on my head. So I do that, write the fic in my head, figure I'm gonna forget it, so rewrite it again (still in my head, guys; this shit is insane). Then I stop for coffee, start telling it to myself again, and figure, "Shit. I'm either gonna forget or not be able to stop thinking about it." So, while stopped for coffee, I take out my laptop and write verbatim the 3,500 words I wrote in my head. It's an hour and a half later and I'm like, "Oh, yeah! I was going to Portland!"

Sounds like I wasn't excited to see my brother and his family, but I was totally jazzed and we had a great time. I'd say I just have trouble with priorities, but really it's just my brain is crazy and I have to live there so I try to make it happy. With coffee, and CAPTIVE PRINCE.

Some people have said that falling for a fandom is a lot like falling in love. This is true for me: I can't stop myself from smiling; I think about it all the time; everything I see and feel and experience, I connect to that fandom; it's the place my brain goes when I'm not doing anything else; it turns me on; I want to talk about it all the time; I probably think that song is about it. So, I definitely, definitely have felt this way for a fandom.

What I want to know is, have you ever felt that way for a fic you are writing? I've felt that way for fics I have read--one or two have even become fandoms for me. However, I have also felt this way sometimes about a fic that I myself am writing, and . . . it feels a little awkward, a little self-involved, and yet for a little piece of time, it's the only thing in my world, and going to work gets very hard, because all I want to do is lie in bed all day and make love to it write it.

I felt that way about The Chuck Writes Story. I felt that way a little bit for The Boy Who Only Lives Twice--though that was really only a sustained crush, because I was in the middle of breaking up with The Chuck Writes Story when I wrote that one. I started writing a fic today and it felt like love at first sight--that happy, world-shaking feeling that you've met the one, the "I can spend my life with you!" feeling. When it's over, of course, I'll feel differently.

I just wanted to know whether I'm the only one.

Author: lettered
Title: Hope Has Wings (But Faith Has A Broadsword)
Pairing(s): Gen-ish. Faith, Buffy, Xander, and Dawn, with mentions of Dana, Angel and Spike (including B/A, B/S). Hints of femmeslash without much squinting required
Summary: Wing!fic. Faith gets wings. Buffy doesn't believe in angels. Xander and Dawn make a bunch of really geeky references. The world failed Dana. Angel and Spike aren't there.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): mostly off-screen drug addiction and concept of suicide, involving a minor character
Word Count: 6K today total of 11K
Author's Notes: Thank you to snickfic for the prompt. You are awesome!

I adjusted the warnings a bit, and this ended up a little longer than I thought.

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