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I think this might be the most awesome thing I've seen in a long while



It's like air guitar, but instead of the invisible guitar bit it's an invisible sex partner and a whole audience to watch. And I am so going to be there.

ETA: Fuck's sake, has it really been a year since I've last posted something? 

Sep. 14th, 2009

R.I.P. Patrick Swazye.

Happiness Is a Warm Gun, 2/?

Title: Happiness Is a Warm Gun
Fandom: Death Sentence
Characters: The whole gang, plus a few OCs
Rated: R, for the usual suspects
Chapters: 2/?
Word Count: ~4,440
Disclaimer: Don't own Death Sentence or any of the characters associated with the movie and the novel it was based on. Anyone else you see is mine.
Summary: There were just some things, some people that had a gravitational pull. Like black holes. When it came to Billy Darley, he was supermassive. And once you fell past his event horizon, there was no being saved.

A/N:There are going to be quite a few terms (mostly gang related) thrown around in this fic, so I've started marking the ones that might not be familiar to some readers with numbers. The definitions can be found at the end of chapter footnotes.
And as always, feedback is welcomed and loved.
 

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Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1

Que Pasa Contigo?

I'm on triple pet sitting duty this week, seeing as how everyone else in my family is heading to Disney World and I'm stuck here in the good ol' ATL. Le sigh. I wouldn't be so pissy about it if most of the fam didn't live out in Bumble Fuck, which means I have to make a 40 minute drive twice a day (longer if there's rush hour traffic) to feed said animals and keep them company. It must be take advantage of Neo week or something.

In other news, I'm torn between getting another tattoo or getting another piercing. Or just bitting the bullet and getting both. I've been mulling over getting an industrial in my right ear for a few years now. And I also want to balance out my wrist tattoos. I'm leaning more towards a tattoo, mostly because I want to try a new artist. As much as I love my German with his mutton chops at Sacred Heart, it's time to branch out and see what other places have to offer.

Writers block is kicking my butt right now. Hopefully I'll have something post worthy in the next week or so. But considering how many stories I've started and never finished, I could be eating my words. Whatever.

HAPPY SATURDAY EVERYBODY!.

 

Dude, really?!?

Supernatural 4.15, totally spoiledCollapse )

Got my hospital bill today; I could buy a new car with the amount of money they're asking for. Considering the emotional mood I've been in, I'm kind of shocked I managed not to freak out when I opened the envelope. Guess it's my brain trying not to cope with something I can't deal with at the moment. Whatever. I'll probably break down tomorrow once those numbers set in, and the vodka is all gone.

In the mean time, I have about five episodes of Battlestar to watch. Oh, and finishing up my copy of House of Leaves, which is a much of a mind fuck as I thought it would be.

Health, Hospital, an Money Woes

I just busted out of the ER this afternoon after spending four days being pumped full of donated platelets and IVIg steroids to get my 4,000 platelet count up to the standard 150,000-400,000 range. Apparently I have ITP, which pretty much means my immune system is in overdrive and attacking my platelets and the doctors can't figure out why. In the mean time, I'm apt to bruise easily, bleed under my skin (yeah petechiae,) or just die from internal bleeding if I so much I run into a doorway (which I'm prone to do from time to time 'cause I'm clumsy and drink vodka.)
Who did I piss off in another life?Collapse )

You know, I was going to say something happy and positive to end this post, but I'm tired and stressed and my arm hurts from the IV. So I'm going to bed with the hope that tomorrow is going to be full of rainbows, singing birds, and butterflies. Or finding a hundred bucks in a gutter would be swell. I wouldn't even spend it on my many vices.


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Happiness Is a Warm Gun, 1/?

Title: Happiness Is a Warm Gun
Fandom: Death Sentence
Characters: The whole gang, plus a few OCs (including Lady from The Sweets)
Rated: R, for the usual suspects
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 4,253
Disclaimer: Don't own Death Sentence or any of the characters associated with the movie and the novel it was based on. Anyone else you see is mine.
Summary: There were just some things, some people that had a gravitational pull. Like black holes. When it came to Billy Darley, he was supermassive. And once you fell past his event horizon, there was no being saved.

A/N: It only took me about four months to get this first chapter finished...Collapse )
At the moment I don't have a beta for any of my DS fics, so please let me know about any glaring mistakes. And feedback is always love.

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OTF





Drawn by musashden , who is only the greatest friend in the world, about our slightly twisted ways of showing love.

I swear my next post will actually be something fic related.

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Wow.

Kripke, I know you don't have the budget for such awesomeness, but Battlestar blew Supernatural clear out of the water as far as a return from hiatus goes.

Just saying.

So much for my out on the town plans. Damn you cable ::fist shake::


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