The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.
The internet is over, everyone can go home
It’s just as beautiful as I always imagined.
My life is complete.
Game over.
In-a: Ancient Greece/Rome (your choice, but traveler is stuck with no way of returning to home time)
With-a: Time Travel Cheat Sheet (link #1, link #2, or just Google Image Search Time Travel Cheat Sheet)
While-a: Citizen is being obstructionistBonus if you show the aftermath, and how half-remembered History lessons and the cheat sheet avoided the Dark Ages
It should have worked. It was perfectly calculated down to the second.
But Evan had forgotten about planetary motion through time. He was
Read more »Continued from yesterday:
Kurt’s head was spinning. The last thing he knew, he’d fallen asleep in the stuffy atmosphere of the tarp. Then, when he woke up, he was staring at Mama. Sort of.
She *looked* like Mama. Except she wore a scarf. And she spoke so *differently*.
Kurt was confused.
Maybe he’d gone to Heaven and wasn’t quite aware, yet. Suffocation was bound to have done something to him. All the angels were
Read more »1. Suddenly, a watermelon.
2. “A pineapple, perfect! The cardboard warriors have almost reached the second staircase and we need ammunition. Now hand me my gunana.”
3. The Nerf Gun Wars of ‘06
(#00050)
“Pew! Pew!”
“Pew! Pew! Pew!”
“Shayde, what the flying flakk–?”
She grinned from behind her cardboard visor. She was using a banana as an imaginary gun and apparently shooting by saying, “Pew!”
“War games,”
Read more »Once upon a time, someone called Quazar made a delicious six-page comic about a little fuzzy elf and a horrible, horrible situation. The remains of said comic (minus first page) can be found in the scraps section of this Deviantart account.
Quazar now prefers Enolianslave and has forgotten the rest of the original story. Meeps.
Anyway, onwards with the ficcage:
Disclaimer: The plotbunny comes from Quazar’s delicious comic… all six pages of it [waaannnnt mooooorrrre!]. Kurt Wagner and any
Read more »Said defunct laptop has been restored to functionality once more. Yay.
…yknow. In case anyone cared…
My WIP’s back up and running and heading towards 35K at a rate of knots.
Shall let you know when I hit 40K and how much more trouble I have to put my characters through.
Big thanks and kisses to my grand fixer-upperer :)
Read more »The Scooter Conspiracy is defeated, albeit temporarily, when educator Scott correlates grade reduction with youth pranks of exuberance. Storm makes an appearance.
“You’ve all heard the news. Sara Louise Adrien and Mortimer Thaddeus Toynbee are now officially engaged, an item, and allowed to go out. With my blessing.” Scott cleared his throat. “This has not stopped what is known as the Scooter Conspiracy from continuing to target me as a favoured victim in your pranks.”
The
Read more »One shot Odo/Kira fluff, from the depths of my extensive archives.
I haven’t counted, but I’m willing to bet I’ve got at least one hundred fanfics in varying stages of completion. And those are the ones that made it as far as my compy… Yikes.
Fanfic below the cut:
Disclaimer: Paramount does what Paramount does best - marketing the living s–t out of their products; and I do what I do best
Read more »So I took my laptop and my novel-in-progress with me on a grand adventure, this afternoon.
Said adventure involved writing two more pages and some damn good stuff.
But when I got it home… the laptop won’t work.
It has power. It was working just fine when I shut it the last time. It just won’t. Turn. On.
And I need those two pages, dammit!
Are there any Mac experts out there who can help me? I
Read more »Profashional: [pro-FASH-un-al] n. Someone who is an expert in style and always looks sharp. Can you believe he got that look for only $100? He’s such a profashional.
Props to Mayhem once again.
Read more »From Duncan’s perspective, show the victory of Scott and how he achieved it. Todd, Kelly and Graydon Creed make appearances. Jean laughs at Duncan as she dumps him. Duncan eats crow and gags.
“Damnit. Where the fuck are my pants?”
Duncan had got his clothes on in the order they came to him. In this case, that meant his shirt, coat and a pair of heart-pattern boxers that, though his size, were not his style.
And since it
Read more »An apple, a surfboard and a typhoon. Somewhere in the story.
“This,” said Rael, “is not typical English weather.”
“Naw, it’s a wee bitty rough,” said Shayde. This was supposed to be her holiday ‘home’. Now they were stuck in a hotel and glaring at the weather. “Even fer Wales.”
“It’s raining sideways. It’s sleeting sideways. This is a bit more than a 'wee bitty
Read more »Pyrofessional: [PI-ro-fess-shun-al] (n) Someone who is an expert at producing flame or making things burn. I had to hide the matches because my son’s such a pyrofessional.
Credit and props to Mayhem, who is also a pyrofessional and joining me in my hobby of making up silly words.
Read more »FFN has a habit of mangling my fic. I don’t like them any more. I have not heard of AO3 before now.
I will be reviving my site and, good fortune willing, bringing Nutfiction back from the dead. It will take time because I’m a complete derp and I’m just learning how to fly Meteor.
Read more »Edward Kelly moments after meeting Magneto for the first time.
{Bamf!}
Edward Kelly swallowed his last meal back down and tried to think of anything but the taste of bile and stomach acid.
“Welcome to the three D’s of teleportation, Principal Kelly,” said a blurred figure that was somehow all shades of aqua. “Dizzyness, disorientation and debilitating nausea.” The figure held something under his nose.
The scent of citrus assaulted him, but at least it made
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