Send me their email address?
I have three stories that I reckon are finished, but every time I ask for volunteers, I get lots of ‘yes please’ and nowhere to send it to.
I ALREADY HAVE THREE STORIES FOR YOU.
Just send me your freaking email address?
Fanfic Time: Where Were You Last...?
One-shot ficcery inspired by the fact that Blink started its life as a fanfic.
Doctor: Ten. Not that it matters a lot, because you can easily put Eleven in there and not change much. (cough cough, scriptwriters…)
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Disclaimer: Doctor who and all recognisable characters therein are owned by the BBC, bless their little cotton socks. I make no claim on them, only to Deb Harlec and the story below.
Some stories have a soundtrack. The
Read more »The real adventure of the baby skink in the bathtub… This little sweetie was in our bathtub one night and we didn’t want to...
The real adventure of the baby skink in the bathtub…
This little sweetie was in our bathtub one night and we didn’t want to drown the poor thing. So Mayhem (he’s the background) and I spent about twenty minutes rounding up this poor baby skink.
I sent him outside to return the skink to the wild. During this time, said skink decided it didn’t want to leave.
Must’ve spotted us for born suckers.
Read more »Fanfic Time: Heaven, Earth and Hell, part 9
Continued from yesterday, and concluding today:
By the time Celia got back to the kitchen, there was a bilingual argument going on.
“Of course I talk! What? Did you think I was a *pet*?”
“C'est impossible. Quelle sorte d'une maison de fous est ceci?”
“It’s your fault! You decided to walk into a circus trailer. Dummkopf.”
“Oui, mais moi a marché dans un bas de page d'entraóneur animal… qu'ils n'ont pas –
Read more »Challenge #00057: Unlikely Treasures
Chicken feathers, a glass eye and a grasshopper.
“The least you could do is pitch in,” grumped Hwell as he alternated between shovel and pick.
“The least I could do,” argued Axand'l, “is go meditate while you indulge yourself in this… adventure holiday.” He tisked at the thought of wasting time on frivolous things. “As it is, I am recording this for edutainment purposes.”
Hwell rolled his eyes as if to say, Saurians!
Read more »Challenge #00056: Human is as Human Does
When blandness strikes! Also include an explosion of confetti.
Certain words are a portent of doom.
“I’m bored,” is definitely two of them. From Shayde, very much so.
“I told you to subscribe to the calendar of events,” said Rael.
“I did. It kept spammin’ me in weird languages.”
One of these days, she was going to learn not to tick checkboxes she didn’t understand. “I’ll help you
Read more »Fanfic Time: Heaven, Earth and Hell, part 8
Continued from yesterday:
He woke in a nest of cushions with a fan ruffling his fur. The grandmother-esque woman - Mrs Nezmith? - sat calmly nearby reading a book.
“Feeling better?”
“I’m sorry,” he blurted.
“Whatever for?” she reached over to soothe his hair into place, brushing an ear and his cheek by co-incidence. “It’s perfectly natural to be nervous, Kurt. New things can be frightening.”
He sat up, trying
Read more »On Wednesday, the US Supreme Court will hear a case that has the potential to give big corporations free rein to write contracts that...
Read up.
Everyone should be up in arms about this.
Read more »Challenge #00055: Slow Progress
The fourth day of therapy for the man who’s ‘Appreciation’ for Julie was dashed by Shayde’s particular brand of intervention.
Day four. The human man known on his paperwork as John Smith still rocked himself in place. He still preferred a soft, gentle environment. He did not want any variety of toy that had eyes.
He had, however, finally stopped repeating, “They wanted to eat me.”
Orsiz'edand'l viewed this as a positive sign. Human
Read more »Fanfic Time: Heaven, Earth and Hell, part 7
Continued from yesterday:
Kurt stared off into space. Mama wasn’t Mama. Her hair was wrong. There had been other things, of course, tiny signals that he’d ignored or glossed over in the want to have Mama close.
He wasn’t really dead.
No Purgatory.
No hope of heaven.
No true escape from Sir.
No re-uniting with the family he loved.
Nothing, in fact, but more heartache and fear and the eventual return to chains and Sir’
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Read more »Just a pool, disguised as a pond, with a trampoline instead of a diving board
Holy fuck! I wrote a paper about these kinds of pools several years ago for a class when they were just prototypes. These pools have a natural filtration system that run based on the plants that are in the pool that give the water nutrients that allow it to not only be crystal clear, but you are also able to drink the
hellschwartz: tableflipragequit: mechafaux: humansofnewyork: I am a street photographer in New York City. Several months ago, I was...
Read more »I am a street photographer in New York City. Several months ago, I was approached by a representative of DKNY who asked to purchase 300 of my photos to hang in their store windows “around the world.” They offered me $15,000. A friend in the industry told me that $50 per photo was not nearly enough to receive from a company with hundreds of millions of dollars of revenue. So I asked for more money. They
Holy shit...
I just realised I have 55 followers.
Fifty. Five.
That’s nowhere near Tumblr-Famous, but I’m over halfway to a whole hundred!
Fifty-five people see my smut fanfic on their dashes every morning. Fifty-five read each post with, if not amusement, eagerness to see what has plopped out of my brain lately.
Fifty-five folks read my instant stories close to the minute that I publish that sucker.
I want to hug each an every one of you. Thanks for
Read more »scificity: http://scificity.tumblr.com We all need a little more Captain jack in our lives Perfection.
http://scificity.tumblr.com
We all need a little more Captain jack in our lives
Perfection.
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Fanfic Time: Heaven, Earth and Hell, part 6
Continued from yesterday:
“You didn’t.”
“I sure as hell *did*,” Celia argued. “I *had* to.”
“And what if you fell over sick or something?”
“For God’s sake, Betty…”
“You’re our chief animal handler. If something happened to you–”
“It *didn’t* happen, okay? I just carried him from the tent to the goddamn trailer. I’ve done that with
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