Enjoyable things I have done lately: watched The 40 Year Old Virgin, eaten a delightful lunch of meat and cheese (and by that I mean leftover steak and string cheese, WHOA CLASSY), signed up for even more temp agencies that will likely proceed to forget I ever crossed their thresholds, seen the Dance Dance video approximately once every fifteen minutes on MTV Hits, and made plans to go downcoast and see the grandparents with mother this weekend. YAY. Also, written more RPS. (See also further down this entry.)

So I looked up girl4girlseattle.com and apparently they are actually marketing DIRECTLY TO ME, because when the page loaded it was playing Signs (Snoop Dogg and Justin!) and then when I checked out the MySpace page there was a video of a club full of girls dancing to Senorita. I mean, jesusfuck? Of course the next event is on March 18th, which as my mom reminded me last night, I already RSVPed for some work thing of hers on that night. Why is my life so hard, why. (Seriously though WA people, next one after is April 15th, celestialfray, starreemoon, your_empathy [come to dance!] I'm looking at YOU.)

Also related to my need to, uh, form lasting and meaningful relationships, I posted an ad on the w4w on Craigslist and so far have gotten some interesting responses. ( This is my favorite so far. ) Also have joined ConsuMating on anatsuno's orders. Next step: running into traffic shouting "Hi, I'm cute! Sleep with me!"

Racing update: the father/daughter discourse has recently been elevated to me saying "hey" and then holding out my hands and moving them around in an approximation of using X-Box controls. That's how we communicate now. That and "restaaaaart" whenever one of us comes out with a particularly inventive fuckup on the course. It's beautiful.

In other racing news, porn. (In porn news, I actually sat down and watched all the Jared/Jensen footage (unless there's more. is there more? *grabby hands*) and had the genius revelation that ohmygod, it's not just because they're hot! It's because they love each other! (And because they're hot! And I sort of want to actually watch Supernatural now! Fantastic! Fuck!)

Which brings me to this: funny story, gigantic commented making happy noises about Jared/Jensen in the car thieves 'verse I talked of in my last entry and I thought to myself, CJ is wonderful, I should write her a little snippety thing to comment back to her with, and 2,048 words later, here we are. I am singularly incapable of brevity, but at least I can write porn.

Jared/Jensen, one-shot from the car thieves 'verse, which, if it had a title, would likely be called Grand Theft Auto; however, I feel that titling it would give the impression that I might write more, when in fact that would be only somewhat very likely depending on what I think of next. You know. (Really liked writing these boys though, so that'll be somewhat more very likely. Probably.)
( Tijuana One. Jared/Jensen. AU. NC-17. )

Tags: fic, wbrps
feeling: hungry
hearing: Dream Scream - Death Cab For Cutie

Poll #674160 oh, none of the above
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 66

Imogen Heap sounds like:

Life in Auburn:

Dad: Whatcha doin', Sara Louise?
Me: Writin' porn.
Dad: Oooooooh.

Yes, so, funnily enough, all of you wanted PORN, pretty much across the board. Bunch of perverts, the lot of you. But it's okay, because my del.icio.us porn bookmarks section was looking a little weak anyway. So now I can fix that. Also, I was up late writing last night, and then I had to go to bed because I had an early interview, but then I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about Justin and ways to get him naked and fourteen, and some of these scenarios work with current WsIP but most of them don't, so I'm just writing *more* porn, and it's like, what am I supposed to title these things? They don't have plots! They're just porn! God, what a pain in the ass. Why is my life so hard?

I've decided to write/post these in order of those who have either granted or offered me sexual favors. Whatever, you're just jealous that I have an awesome system and you don't.


( Sugar Me Sweet. Justin/JC. NC-17. )

Tags: fic, popslash
feeling: quixotic
hearing: Closing In - Imogen Heap

Continued on from the first part, here.

( Hard To Say I'm Sorry: A film about *NSync. With DVD commentary! And mp3s and footage to download! Part the second. )

Tags: fic, popslash, sesaaa!

Happy new year! I have lots of stuff to update about, but I have just spent ages doing this commentary and I am going to post it and go to bed. Hurrah!

So, I wrote Hard To Say I'm Sorry: A film about *NSync for SeSa this year for picksthemusic, and she liked it, and I've gotten feedback from a few other people on it too, so that's nice. Yay feedback! Yay! Go to that link if you just want to read the story, or if you've already read it, I've gone ahead and done a commentary on it. Because I wanted to.

Posting in two parts because LJ is being testy about the length of it. -.-

( Hard To Say I'm Sorry: A film about *NSync. With DVD commentary! And mp3s and footage to download! )

Tags: fic, popslash, sesaaa!
feeling: mellow
hearing: Solitaire - The Notwist

Dude, you know what, it's been roughly about SIX BILLION YEARS since I wrote Thirty-Five Minutes and Six Days Later, and then made noises about sequels and wacky crossovers and, you know, other lies. And the thing was, was that I wrote like ten pages, and then I remembered my longstanding tradition of writing a fic, and then having people like it and go "yay! more!" and then I go "I'm weak! Okay!" and then people read the sequel and go "yay again! this should happen all the time!" and I'm like, "sure, I have awesome ideas for another one and it will be great, just give me five minutes and-" and then POW I disappear in a puff of smoke and everyone's left going "hey, dammit" and flailing at me. For those of you that have known me since Roswell fandom, you might remember that I did that shit all the fucking time. I really sort of wonder why anyone ever trusts me at all, ever. Man, I don't even trust me.

But awhile ago Jori commented on Six Days Later, saying that she read it again and just wanted to remind me that she liked it, and I was like awww, <3, and then I read the fic over myself and remembered how much *I* really liked it, and then I felt sort of guilty for having ten more pages of it that I hadn't shared with anyone, and so I finished it up. And it's like, 19 pages now, which is, you know. Kinda long.

Anyway, it follows Six Days Later, so consider it set right in the middle of season two of The O.C. You know, back when Summer and Zach were still dating, and Marissa was having her own gay affair with Alex. Good times, man. And, uh, after Sark runs away in Alias season four. (Man, remember when those shows were still sort of good? Sigh.)

So this is for plainsong_x, who gets ten thousand points for rocking and also, sometimes, fic.

( Issue Fifty: The Super Crossover Extravaganza. Seth/Sark, sort of Seth/Zach/Summer. )

Tags: fic, the oc
feeling: creative
hearing: The Legionnaire's Lament - The Decemberists

Yes, so. Here is a fic. It's for shimmersong, and it's Veronica Mars, and I'm posting it RIGHT UNDER the fucking wire, because it's pre-season two and I wanted to get it out before the season premiere. And now I am. Skills! It's porn, and longish. Well. Twelve or thirteen pages used to be ungodly motherfucking long for me, but now it appears to be the average. It seems that as I get older, I have more and more trouble shutting up. Of course, I also write more porn. Let us praise my advancing years.

So, continuing with the theme of "hey, writing porn is *neat*!" here is something completely unrelated to my last fic except in a, shall we say, spiritual sense (can I say spiritual?). What I mean is that while my last fic was the porniest I've ever written, this fic, in turn, is the porniest het fic I've ever written. I mean, yes, I've written het before, on and off for years, and even sex once in awhile, but this is, hmm. Yeah. Big ups to Logan and Veronica, then, for making het interesting again, enough that I cared to follow them into the bedroom. And the living room. And the front seat of Veronica's car.


( How to Hold Your Breath Underwater. Veronica/Logan. NC-17. )

Tags: fic, vm
feeling: accomplished
hearing: omg season premiere tonight!!

So, it was glendaglamazon's birthday on Monday. Glenda and I had a party on Saturday and a bunch of our friends came, which was cool because I like our friends. We put together N Sync puzzles and talked about porn. At some point I dirty danced with rossetti and hetrez, and that was hot fun. I was wearing my borderline-obscene lowriders, which only stay up because I got back, baby. Also, we drank a lot. Then liz_w and I went to the corner store to buy ice, and some guys called me "Snow Bunny". It was a good party, except now I need to buy more Pepsi.

Anyway, here is a story for Glenda. It's a little late, but I feel that's redeemed by the fact that this is actually the porniest story I've ever written, and that's saying something, y'all. That's, seriously. Like whoa. And stuff. I kept reading all these baby JuC fics that stopped before they got to the fucking (hello? people, I have needs), and I was getting annoyed, and I thought, man, I should just write a fic with every wrong thought I've ever had about Justin Timberlake. It would just be totally unrepentant porn with no redeeming social value (although I think turning my own crank is pretty, uh. socially valuable. well, to me).

I said as much to Glenda, adding that yeah, I'd feel kinda wrong if I just wrote this all for myself, especially since we'd just been bitching about this very thing, so! You know, what do you get for your very favorite roommate, right? Apparently when you're me the answer is PORN. (But okay, it's me. So there's like, plot. And structure and stuff. And other things that aren't just porn. But yes, it's really mostly that. Although I didn't manage to get in every wrong thought, because seriously that is not really possible for me. There's too damn many.)

( Acquiesce. JC/Justin. NC-17. Underage! )

Tags: fic, popslash

I've decided it would be great if Ryan Gosling and Justin Timberlake did a movie together, since Justin is all Serious Actor Guy now. They could play criminals, and it could be a sexy Ocean's 11 type thing, with a caper and car chases and Justin all frantic and then Ryan pushing him up against a chain-link fence and kissing away his nerves. Then they could fuck. I think it would be the greatest movie ever.

But this isn't that. It is Justin/Ryan, though, and if you said you wanted it, then it's for you. But if you're windsor, then it's especially for you. Kisses, sweetiedarling.

( reassembled just like me. Justin Timberlake/Ryan Gosling. NC-17. )

Tags: fic, popslash
feeling: envious
hearing: Soul Meets Body - Death Cab For Cutie

So, here we go. A Man of His Word, the porn remix. Featuring Sark/Weiss, Sark/Vaughn, Sark/Sydney, Sydney/Vaughn, and Sark/Anna. So named Antics because A Man of His Word aired the very same night that Interpol did Radio City, which I missed because of the aforementioned Sarkfest. Worth it? It very well could be.

monanotlisa wanted the Syd/Vaughn, so that bit's for her, although it's very much with the fucked up and also kind of Syd/Sark, because, um, sometimes that's how these things go. I mean, things involving me, and writing Alias. Everything is because, you know, I wanted to.

Wow, 3/5ths of this story is het. I think this show needs more men on it. Because otherwise I have to resort to pillaging my other media fandoms just to give Sark a little boysex. (And no, we will not be slashing Sloane or Jack with anyone but each other. I have OTP issues, okay? At some point I became vehement about this.)

Anyway. Love me.

( Antics, or: Five Things That Might've Happened in A Man of His Word. NC-17. )

Tags: alias, fic
feeling: pleased
hearing: Arsenal - Kidneythieves

Gee, it sure is neat that I waited until the middle of the season to write fic for last summer's hiatus. This is what I've been meaning to write ever since I saw the season two premiere. It is dear to my soul, so I hope you like it.

This is for plainsong_x, a little. :>

( Seth and Luke's Big Gay Adventures In Portland. R. Seth/Luke, Seth/Ryan. )

Tags: fic, the oc
feeling: pleased
hearing: Lapse - Kris Nichols

I have the most ridiculous week coming up. No class tomorrow, and no work at all this week, because the elementary schools are out, so I basically have a 2:00 class on Tuesday, and two classes Wednesday, and then that's it. Thus I will have loads of time to write up a review of Harry and Max, the big gay Cartercest movie I saw with new comrade eleanor_lavish today, plus I can get right on to all those interest list fics (which, by the way, if you people would like to be interested in something other than just characters and fandoms, that would really help me. like, okay, I know you like The O.C. and stuff, but how about like, cookies, or chocolate covered strawberries, or long walks on the beach or something, because I need more to work with, otherwise I end up writing really demented crossovers. um.), and there are a few memes I wish to do, specifically that People I Would Sleep With meme, as soon as I've gotten all my pictures in order, so you can all have visual aids. It's all for you people, see? See how good I am to you?

Ahahaha, so, um, speaking of demented crossovers, I totally wrote a sequel to Thirty-Five Minutes. Seth/Sark, yo. I kind of had to. (Christ, do you know how long it's been since I've written a sequel to something? Not since my Roswell days, when I inevitably wrote a sequel whenever people asked, and then ended up with open endings meant for trilogies I never followed through on.)

This is for gostoffer, basically, because she made some random comment that made me want to sit down immediately and write porn, but unfortunately I had to go to work, so I ended up scribbling half of this in my notebook while on the subway. Because she was all like just guh, all the hot you have to work with. and also you are a TEASE, HOTEL SCENE WHAT. and I was like WHY AM I NOT WRITING PORN RIGHT NOW? and then, you know, I was, so that fixed that right up. *beams*

( Six Days Later. Sark/Seth. NC-17. )

Tags: fic, the oc
feeling: accomplished
hearing: Pornography - Client feat. Carl Barat

Hello, I never write these, but OT3s deserve exceptions.

Drabble so I can go to sleep without lying awake plagued by visions of all the sex they'll be having in the hotel next week.

( In Medias Res. Zach/Seth/Summer. )

Tags: fic, the oc
feeling: bouncy
hearing: This Love - Maroon 5

It's too late to be flip or interesting, I have class tomorrow and I should be in bed already. Another fic(let):

mafan asked for Elijah wanking, and I was like YOU PERVERT but secretly I was like, hmm, yeah, okay. And then it turned into this WHOLE BIG THING that's sort of an actual story. I'm sorry, that happens sometimes.
( Synapse To Synapse. Elijah, Dom/Billy. R. )

Tags: fic, lotrips
feeling: accomplished
hearing: Heaven - Jimmy Eat World

( Commentary on tonight's episode of The O.C. )

Wow, updating every day is neat.

You have to watch the new Postal Service video for We Will Become Silhouettes. Directed by Jared Hess, the guy that did Napoleon Dynamite. And, gasp, Ben Gibbard is actually in it! *squishes him* And Jimmy Tamborello, and Jenny Lewis (<3!!1). So great. Love love etc.

And, randomly (yet relatedly): So You'd Like to...get hip despite an enduring, sisyphus-esque clumsiness... Usually I skip over the little Amazon So You'd Like To lists, but this guy is so cute: "Hey! Congratulations, you are well on your way to feigning hip-ness through music and literature... I feel qualified to share this advice with you primarily because I have little idea of what I'm talking about. My philosophy relies not on being in-the-know, or even knowing someone who's in-the know, but rather, seeing how attractive the in-the-know types are, and sort of being too nervous to go over and ask them what they think. Thus, my expertise has come to me at random, and as such is probably just as good as any other proven technique out there." He doesn't know it, but he's so my boyfriend.

Sara, quit rambling and post fic! Okay, voices in my head, quiet down.

proteinscollide said: Ryan/Seth is always good. Lyrics? Ice has covered up my parents / hands don't have any dreams don't have any plans. / Growin' up in some strange storm, / nobody's cold, nobody's warm. So this is post-ep for The Ex-Factor, which just aired tonight.
( Some Strange Storm. Ryan/Seth. )

Tags: fic, the oc
feeling: tired
hearing: Couches in Alleys (feat. Ben Gibbard) - Styrofoam

I sort of half paid attention to Lost tonight. ( A few thoughts. ) Also: ( thoughts on tonight's Alias. )

Vexing incident of the day: first day of my T.S. Eliot colloquim (should be decent, esp. as we're spending four whole weeks on the Four Quartets LESSTHANTHREEOMG) and in a room of forty-nine (49! wtf!) desks there are fully ZERO desks for left-handers. Hello? Ten percent of the population much? Speaking as one of their noble number I am BOTHERED. I mean, seriously, what is this.

So, um! Another ficlet. (I like how my definition of ficlet means three full pages.) Up and coming: Mal for emungere, probably Seth/Ryan for proteinscollide, and Dom/Orlando for thejennabides. (Still avoiding homework taking requests, too.)


callmesandy said: sark and seth cohen, trapped on one of those tiny planes flying from LA to Santa Barbara. I said, k, you're cute when you're nuts. I'll give it a shot.
( Thirty-Five Minutes. Seth/Sark. )

Tags: alias, fic, the oc
feeling: exhausted
hearing: Colorblind - Dresden Dolls

Subject line is quote from New Year's Drunken Eve. Ah, memories.

Look, sometimes I tell the truth:


plainsong_x asked for "The OC. And strawberry pie."
( You Guys, This Is Serious. Seth/Marissa, sort of. Seth/Ryan, a little. )

dae5885 said: "could i get alias, post-three, pre-four (where they seem to be happy to erase the entirety of 3) and get syd/vaughn (typical, i know, but so hot) with these lyrics from "shadow boxer"?" and I said WTF WHY DO YOU HATE ME and she was like, well, and then I said, okay, but it'll be fucked up, and she was down with that, SO!
( Cruel Thing. Syd/Vaughn. R-ish. )

I'm still taking requests, so hit me if you want something.

Tags: alias, fic, the oc
feeling: accomplished
hearing: I Wanna Be Adored - Death Cab For Cutie