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I seriously can't believe I just wrote Crowley/Crowley/Crowley. No, scratch that, I can't believe I just wrote 1,315 words of Crowley/Crowley/Crowley.

No, scratch that, I can't believe I just wrote RPS.

Argh. Argh argh argh. I have three weeks left to finish my draft of Martine and my final draft of Sherlock Holmes. ARGH. Yes, this is my own dumbass fault and yes, given the amount I have left to do, this isn't actually that terrible but dammit, I'm still going to argh about it. On the plus side, my desk no longer really looks like a war zone? My work desk, at least. I cleaned it while I was procrastinating working on Martine. Right. Updated writing schedule to reflect the OMFG Martine Draft due soon panic, and accommodate the Big Bangs I still have to draft. Someone remind me again why I thought this was ever a good idea? Oh, right, I'm stupid. And insane.

Actually, looking at my writing schedule, I only have three scenes to do tonight. This is eminently doable. Especially since, from what I remember, I don't have any TV I desperately want to watch that's new tonight, so it'll pretty much just be curling up in bed and writing. This is a good thing.

I'm sure I had something more insightful than porn to offer you, but... well, no, I really don't. This is my life these days, work, courtesan school work, writing. Enjoy. Oh, and dragons. Mustn't forget the dragons.

[Fic] A Study in Iron and Damask

Title: A Study in Iron and Damask
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (movie)
Characters: Irene Adler/Sherlock Holmes. Ish.
Word Count: 1,025
Rating: R
Summary: What Irene Adler did to get Holmes naked, chained to a bed, with a pillow to cover his, um, dignity.
A/N: Written for Many thanks to the usual betas, I couldn't do this without you guys.


“You never,” she panted, dropping him onto the bed. “Ever!” Swinging his legs up and letting them land unceremoniously on the coverlet. “Listen to me.”

Irene Adler folded her arms and glared at the prone, slightly snoring figure now splayed over what had been her bed. She would have preferred to be in it for this, but he wouldn’t be of any use for at least two or three hours, by which time she had other appointments to keep. The wine had been meant as a contingency plan against his being belligerent, nothing more. And now she was stuck with an unconscious man and no answers, leads, or entertainment. Mostly it was the lack of entertainment that irked her.

“You’re forcing me to amuse myself, you know, and that isn’t exactly a safe proposition.” Yanking off his boots so that he wouldn’t twitch in his sleep and get mud or worse all over her bedding. The hotel’s bedding. She didn’t know if she would be coming back here.

Snore, Holmes replied.

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[Fic] Crowley

Title: Crowley
Fandom: Good Omens/Supernatural/RPS
Characters: Crowley/Crowley/Crowley
Word Count: 1,328
Rating: R. What did you expect?
Summary: Orgy of Crowleys
A/N: No, I'm not kidding.

"Well. Don't you look familiar."

"Ah-ah-ah. Technically this body looks familiar. I'm just here for the ride."

The demon Crowleys smirk at each other. They understand what's going on. The human, he thinks he has an idea, and he does have a few of them. Debauchery, debasement. But it’s all mundane corruption. Boring stuff. Sex, drugs, and rock and roll, and he’s almost more interested in his reputation as a debased bastard than he is in actually committing the acts. Sad.

Crowley the snake smoothes his palms over his jacket front, preening. Crowley the salesman admires this, this other demon and his fine form, the way the dark linen falls over the human frame.

“What are you doing?”

There’s the magician. Both demons look at each other and roll their eyes a bit. He’s already on something.

“Getting ready,” Crowley says, one eyebrow arched, words perfectly shaped and enunciated. “Why don’t you go right on down to the bed and get yourself ready?”

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This wall o' vocabulary is partly for my benefit, just to be sure, and partly for Ali's. Ali, this is your vocab list. I even know of a good flash card program for the iPod Touch if you want. :)

Oogh. Dumbass. We do not wait till the very last minute to do our German homework. Didn't get any Desert stuff written, either, but I may try and do that tomorrow. Or I may just leave it until... hm. Yeah, I'll leave it until the next day I have on my schedule to do Desert stuff. No sense trying to play catch up on that in addition to everything else. And besides, my word count is so totally caught up anyway.

Rewatched Fantastic Four tonight, mostly for Chris Evans. For some reason I'm on a Chris Evans kick, and I'm going to blame The Losers and Push for this. Sadly, there isn't actually much more that he's been in that I might actually want to rewatch. I am not going to rewatch Rise of the Silver Surfer, even if we have it. I might rewatch Cellular just because he was actually kind of decent/cute in that movie. And it has Jason Statham in it. And, of all people, the Sentinel. Do not know why. Do not care, it is full of hot. Hot and good music. And Chris Evans being a character I can actually stand, at least after the first twenty minutes or so. Fantastic Four was amusing but I would quickly tire of Johnny Storm. He makes me want to slap him. Also, he looks better with the beard.

Oogh. Tomorrow, if things don't go faster at work and I've got a good head start on my writing, someone slap me in the general direction of the spinning wheels. I should really practice on one of the other wheels. Or all of them. I've only been practicing on one so far, and while it's useful to know how, it's also helpful to be familiar with all our product.

Also, it's just plain fun to take fiber and make yarn. Kind of like magic. Only, yarn.