You weren't all that good a dog, but we loved you anyway.

I hope a great many of you have decided to follow Teen Wolf, because it's shaping up to be an awesome fandom. I have this thing about werewolves, I don't even know, I could read about werewolves forever. I mean the show is RIDICULOUS, and so so bad, I've told you that before, but it's addicting and I can't wait for the new season - which I have no idea when it starts, it could have already, but I think it's a summer show. I have no sense of time anymore.

But who would with this squishy face being cute at me all day long?

(is this sideways for some people? On my laptop it's correct but on my iPad and iPhone it's sideways. Weird.)

ANYWAY, I'm about 2000 words into the PA Stiles fic, where he hangs out with Derek's twelve-year-old daughter and has cats. Also, Derek thinks he's a creeper:

( sample me )

Hail to Whatever You Found in the Sunlight | Derek/Stiles | PG-13 | 3,000+
Self-indulgent hurt/comfort snuggle fic where they’re all real, actual wolves.

Stiles hates Scott so much. This is all Scott’s fault, Scott is the only reason that Stiles is going to get eaten by a bear.

A/N: So I was a about a thousand words into a story where Stiles is Lydia’s much harangued PA and Derek has a broody twelve-year-old daughter when I decided to write this instead. Or as well, maybe, if I get my act together. I know nothing about wolves; this is basically full of licking and cuddling. Sorry. Title is from Rilo Kiley.

On AO3

Show You What All That Howl Is For | PG-13 | Derek/Stiles | ~15,000
Teen Wolf/SGA team-fic, with Lydia being awesome.

“This is a terrible idea,” Stiles tells the room again. “You’ll all be sorry when Derek pushes me off a cliff.”

I have this thing where I like to put people on Atlantis, it’s kind of a disease. This is both much longer than I’d originally intentioned and also much too short. Basically this is a really bastardized version of the first season of MTV’s Teen Wolf, played out in another galaxy. SGA is also heavily abused, sorry. Title comes from TV on the Radio’s Wolf Like Me.

On AO3

I seem to be getting an influx of Whatever readers ever since Sunday, I'm trying to figure out why, but it's happy-making :)

I have been reading The Walking Dead fic, as you can see by my pinboard account. Daryl/Glenn, mainly because those are my two favorite characters, Daryl is just breaking my heart after the Sophia revelation and Glenn is just super-fantastic in general. ANYWAY, I'm not huge on zombies but the show is just so fascinating, we even watch The Talking Dead afterwards to speculate and get excited about the next week - I'm a total loser, in other words.

Sullivan is a little over 4 months now and doing great and smiles at everyone in the entire universe except for the Picture People photographer, idek. Total meltdown, I'd never actually heard him cry for real before that, he's usually so mellow. And then he made himself throw up his last vaccine at the doc because it tasted weird. So, like, he's my best bud and super charming and has discerning taste and is modest. Right.

I'll be honest, it's been tough to get excited about writing something, because I'm kind of bored with everything, but then I decided that MTV's Teen Wolf is a train wreck and that Stiles is awesome, and they should all be put on Stargate Atlantis. Fic: coming soon!

If you don't know what I mean, and do not believe that MTV's Teen Wolf is both entertaining and truly, truly terrible, read this primer/parody.

And then this is something you have to look forward to:

( Lydia used to be incredibly hostile toward him, but somehow over their years together at the SGC he’s worn her down to a sort of fond disdain. )

you were a good dog.

Other People Were Too Sentimental | Mike/Kevin | AU | PG-13 | ~3000
What would be *nice*, what would be fucking *fantastic*, is if Kevin would stop mistaking Mike for his girlfriend.

For the sodamnskippy Valentine’s Day challenge; my prompt was letter kisses and flowers. This is the first fandom thing I’ve written in a long, long while, so please forgive the lameness and brevity while I try and get back into a grove. Title comes from TMBG’s Another First Kiss.

Also posted on AO3

( Other People Were Too Sentimental )

Now I totally think that not wanting kids is a valid life-choice, and I'm not a staunch advocate of motherhood or anything - it's a lot of spitting up and poopy diapers and wtf moments - but, oh my god, seriously, this kid is the love of my life. I never thought I could love anything as much as I love Sully; I think J's a little jealous.



ANYWAY. I'm back at work. It's sad, I miss him, but it's nice to be around grown ups again. And to be away from my pack of crazy animals.

I'm hoping maybe I can start writing again. That would be fun.

Whatever | R | 58,000+ words

I'm finally getting this off my plate. I'm sick of looking at it and I tried editing it while I was pregnant, so who knows what I actually ended up writing; I wasn't exactly in my right mind. So, here it is, basically as good as I'm going to make it. There are way too many characters and a truly horrendous amount of foul language, and if you don't like my fic, you probably won't like this either.

ANYWAY, this wouldn't have been anything without starflowers. So thank you :)

Mike ends up on Cam’s front stoop, bike leaning against his shins, the nub of a cigarette burning his fingers. He drops it when he hears the door open behind him, and Cam says, “Zack told me you were lurking.”

He sits down next to him on the step, pushing the bike out of the way.

Mike watches the back wheel spin lazily, rubbing at his bottom lip.

“What’s up?” Cam says.

Mike shakes his head. “Nothing. Everything.” My life’s a fucking disaster, he doesn’t say, but he thinks Cam can read between the lines. Cam’s observational skills are usually on par with a rabid squirrel, but he’s known Mike for fucking ever, there are some perks to that.

“Look, teenagers are all assholes,” Cam says. “Selfish, jerkface douchebags, Mike. You seriously think high school means anything in the grand scheme of things? High school sucks, but once we’re out of here, we’re gone. Fuck everyone else, I don’t give a damn, and neither should you.”

“Right.” Mike nods. Thinking about Omar’s silent freak-out still kind of tightens his chest so hard he feels a little like he wants to throw up.

Cam drops an arm around Mike’s shoulders and pulls him in for an extended bro-hug. He says, “I wouldn’t give a fuck if you only got hard-ons for unicorns, dude,” mouth close to Mike’s temple. Then he ruffles Mike’s hair and shoves him away. “Now cheer up, gaybird, it’s not all bad. You’ve got a hot boyfriend, right?”

Mike swallows hard. Not really, he wants to say, but the words get stuck in his throat.

He fucked that up royally, too.