jerakeen

thanksgiving

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 21:31:27 GMT

This isn't a jerakeen-bitches-about-work post. This is a jerakeen-is-grateful-for-fandom post.

The last time work got this crazy for me was 5 or 6 years ago, when we opened a new branch and they just left it to me. I knew nothing back then; I was the definition of a rookie, and I was entrusted with a branch office. It was terrifying. I used to work until 9 - 10 PM, and I had no time to breathe. I remember that I couldn't even go to the bathroom some days, I got no lunch break, it was ridiculous.

That was when I stopped participating in fandom. I had just enough time to eat and read maybe one fic at night, and then I was out cold. So I became a lurker and stayed that way until Adam Lambert came along.

For three months now, I've been juggling stupid work hours, my personal life, and fandom. I'm not particularly successful at it. I mean, I don't see my house a lot, I'm neglecting my dog, I forget to shop for weeks until all I have in the kitchen is dog food and lemons (I have a lot of lemons for some reason) and I'm way, way behind in my auction fics. I am still writing, but I find it hard to focus on anything longer than a ficlet.

But this is not a jerakeen-needs-more-soup post either.

I'm thankful (so incredible thankful) for everyone who bid on my fics in the past two auctions. If it wasn't for the fics I owe, I'm pretty sure I would've dropped off the face of the fandom and went back to lurking. (The second time around, I recognize the feeling.)

I'm glad that didn't happen. And I sincerely hope the fics will make up for the stupidly long wait.

Here's a little update on my remaining auction fics:

1) 3 ficlets for causscion

My prompt is missed opportunities. I initially planned to write 3 interconnected ficlets with this prompt, but it's shaping more like one huge fic instead. I guess we'll see how that goes. I plan to be done with this one in a week or so. *crosses fingers*

Here, have an unbeta'ed, extremely first draft excerpt:

“Hi,” Adam says, smiling wide and flirtatious.

The guy spares him a passing look, then does a double take and glares. Adam almost takes a step back.

“Oh, wonderful. It’s you again.”

Again? Adam searches his memory for ‘tiny, cute and wholesome,’ and comes up empty. “Again?” he asks, curious.

The bartender chuckles. “You were that drunk, I guess. Figures.” He moves to Adam’s right to give the sparkly-shirt-guy his drink—who shoots Adam an interested look before he leaves—and then turns back to Adam to glare at him some more.

“What can I get you?”

Adam considers the question. He has a lot of answers for that one, and they’re all inevitably cheesy. The guy must guess what’s going through Adam’s mind, because he just rolls his eyes and takes Adam’s empty glass, preparing him another Martini.

Adam climbs on a stool and rests his chin on his hands. This is getting interesting.

“So,” he says, watching the guy’s fingers as he handles the bottles. So hot. No wonder he hit that. He congratulates his drunken self for the excellent choice. “I suppose I should apologize for not calling you?”

The guy gives him an incredulous look, his mouth dropping open suggestively. Adam can do a lot with that mouth. In fact, he can’t help but picture a thing or two he can do with it right that second.

“You really are a jerk, aren’t you?” the guy asks. Adam doesn’t know what to say to that. To be honest, yes, sometimes he is a jerk, because it’s too much work not to be. The guy braces his hands on the bar and leans close to Adam. “For the record, we didn’t have sex, and you don’t have my number. And you’re never getting either from me, so stop the slobbering and find someone else to hit on.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. Wow. What the hell did he do to piss this guy off so much? But whatever he did, now he’s kind of enjoying this. The tiny bartender is smoking hot when he’s angry, and his arms look delicious up close.

Adam raises his hands up in surrender. “Okay, no slobbering. I’m just going to sit here and enjoy the view.” The guy opens his mouth, but Adam interrupts him before he can talk. “I mean, my drink. Sit here and enjoy my drink.” He makes a show of taking a sip from his Martini. The bartender glares even harder.

2) 3,000+ word fic for pinkygoldfish

I have been living and breathing this story for months. It's turned into a monster, but I think it's probably going to be my favorite fic yet when it's done. You might've seen me mention it as "the internet fic" or "the kidfic" or "the Sleepless in Seattle AU" before. Whatever you call it, it's really exciting for me, and just as scary, because I really, really don't want to screw it up.

Excerpt:

“Dude, this place rocks,” Allison says, spilling half her drink on the table as she tries to put the glasses in her hand down. She laughs at her clumsiness and sings along to the kid on the stage, one hand in the air. “I love them!” she shouts.

Adam doesn’t really love them, but they’re okay. Not bad for a group of teenagers anyway. They could be the next Fall Out Boy if they stick with it, whether that’s a good thing or bad is up for debate.

Adam makes his martini last, because there is no way he’s braving the bar, and listens to the song with half an ear. His mind is mostly on the interview he did that morning, with an up and coming named George Sallis. The guy was surprisingly level-headed for a 23 year-old and his voice kind of reminded him of that guy from Arkansas—Kris Allen. They had an interesting chat, not only about music and where the guy wanted to go with it, but also about life and love and it made Adam think…

“What’s up with you tonight?”

Adam comes back to the bar and realizes that it’s much quieter than it was a moment ago. The band must be on a break. Adam’s ears thank them for it. He realizes that Allison is staring at him expectantly and says, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Where’s your head at, man? It’s certainly not here.”

“Oh, nothing,” Adam waves her concern away. “Nothing. I’m just…”

Allison raises an eyebrow, waiting, and Adam thinks what the hell. If he can’t talk about this stuff with Allison, then who’s he going to talk to?

“I feel like—like I missed something. Like there was a turn I was supposed to take, years back maybe, and now I’m lost, and I missed some important stuff along the way.”

Allison gives him a look. “Explain.”

“I’m almost thirty. I did the wild youth thing, I did the self-discovery thing, I did the falling madly, crazily, stupidly in love thing. Those feel—right, you know? Those were supposed to go that way. But then the singing thing never happened, and the acting—well, I wasn’t crazy about that anyway, and I started working for Howard and my life finally settled down, and now… Now I feel like something’s missing.”

“You’re horny.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “Look, I was talking to this guy today. George Sallis?”

“Oh, I love him,” Allison interjects, nodding excitedly.

“And anyway, I asked him where he saw himself in five years, and he said he saw himself with Denise. That he’d always have music—and Denise. That guy is only 23. And he has a wife he’s sure will still be with him in five years.”

Allison opens her mouth, but Adam interrupts her before she can talk.

“And I believed him, too! That’s the weirdest part! I believed that he’d be with Denise, because he had that look in his eyes when he talked about her, like it was fate. Like there was no other way. Meant to be! Written in the stars!”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Allison says, pulling his flailing arms down and placing them back on the table. She pats the back of his hand. “So what you’re saying is; you’re horny?”

Adam groans and slumps down in his seat. If not even Allison understands…

“Dude, seriously. Didn’t you feel that way about Brad? Wasn’t it meant to be, forever and ever etcetera, etcetera?”

“That’s not the same thing,” Adam grumbles. “We were kids. It was forever and ever, and that’s why he’s still my best friend, but it wasn’t like—he wasn’t home. I didn’t see us ever getting real jobs and buying a house together or whatever.”

“So you wanna get married?”

Adam glares at her. “No. I want…” He thinks about Kris Allen from Conway, Arkansas, with his creative son, and his gig at a stupid little family restaurant, and how he doesn’t even have to think about rejecting an offer at a music career because he has a son and that’s his home, and that’s all that matters. Adam knows how Kris Allen would have answered his question; in five years, he’d still have music—and his son.

“Oh, look,” Allison grabs his hand. “They’re starting again.”

Adam watches her bounce in her seat in time with the music and sighs. In five years, Allison will probably grow up a little, so Adam will have music, and a girl friend who’s no longer a teenager.

3) 2,000+ word fic for fairfax_verde

I don't have an excerpt for this one, but this is another one of those dying-to-write fics for me. It's an angsty future fic which for some strange reason reminds me of an H/D classic (T3). The guys are separated for a long, long time. There's pining and anger and UST and misunderstandings. I love it. I was actually writing a part of this in my head while driving home today. It's haunting me.

4) 7,000+ word fic for Georgie

I got the prompts for this pretty late, and I kind of didn't let myself think about them too much. I seriously don't need another plot bunny following me around right now. I do have some ideas though. Could be vampires, strippers or cats. Yeah, sounds like me, right?

And an extra one, because minglingcrab threw down the gauntlet:

5) Part One of the Vegas Fic for minglingcrab

This one is the reason I was looking for the awesomest version of "For Once in My Life". It's a song heavy fic and I definitely need mood music to write it. I do have some of this written, but it feels like I'm going to scrap it all and start over, so I'm not going to post an excerpt. Just know that it's a Vegas fic, and obviously a marriage fic, and even sort of an arranged marriage fic, and there are aliens in it. It's either going to be the most amazing fic ever, or complete crap. It could go either way.

*sigh* I think this is it? Kick me if I forgot something. And omg, wish me luck.

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what not to do when you plagiarize

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 21:06:48 GMT

From The World in an Hourglass:

She is definitely out of Kris’ league. And really much too tall for him. But that doesn’t stop Kris from spending the night watching her.

From the plagiarized version:

She is definitely out of Tom' league. And really much too tall for him, even though they look about the same height. But that doesn't stop Tom from spending the night watching her.

I was going to stop making fun of her, I really was - but then I actually read her version of the story. Fascinating stuff.

Now I kinda want her to steal all my fics and add her little touches to them. It'd be really entertaining.

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bullet points make me look like i have a system

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 13:38:58 GMT

I'm at work, busy reading the minions' papers (They had a test this weekend. Yes, we went there.) and of course they're all failing SO HARD. Idiots.

I was just reading my flist, and I remembered my very first fanfic. (It's not Roswell.) In high school, I actually wrote fanfic about my friends. We had this weird group of friends - 6 very different girls - and we had a notebook that we each got to keep for a couple of days. One time, when it was my turn, I wrote a fic in it about my friends and the boys they were into at the time. There was pining, a beach wedding, and someone turning into a chocolate bar.

It's truly amazing how little my writing has changed content-wise.

I bought myself a new laptop. /o\ I know! I know! It's an addiction! But I'm going to give the netbook away, I swear!

Just so this post isn't completely meaningless, let me share an awesome new fanart I received.

This was made for me by aneas' sister. I love love LOVE that scene in the Jealous!Adam fic. :DDD

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The Supply Closet

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 17:24:02 GMT

Title: The Supply Closet
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2,000 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. No disrespect or offense intended to anyone.
Warnings: Sequel to The Introduction, which is a sequel to Hang the Sense of It. This is just PORN.
Notes: An extra ficlet for sparkysparky, because I really didn't mean to be a tease the last time.

Beta by minglingcrab.

Summary: Adam finds Kris in a supply closet by the kitchen, crouching between shelves of toilet paper with his head in his hands.

( Story )

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fun with plagiarism

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 09:39:58 GMT

Someone turned my masquerade fic into a Tokio Hotel fic. With simple search/replace mostly, because I guess it just fits - if the Tokio Hotel guys have no personalities of their own. And they were so frickin' fast, the upload date on it is the day after I originally posted the story.

It didn't really piss me off, surprisingly. I think it's mostly funny, and I'm kind of flattered. I ran a fic archive once and had to deal with plagiarism from that end, but it never occurred to me that people would want to steal my words. Apparently they do. Well, alright then.

I contacted the mods. They'll probably take it down soon.

Here's the fun part though. I read the reviews - come on, I had to - and found these little gems:

Reviewer: Hekki
Date: 08/25/09 07:01 pm

I could never kill you for this, it was fantastic, beautiflly written, good plot, kinky but not too much. This is brilliant.

Author's Response: Thanks hon! Actually my worry was that it wouldn't be smutty enough for most readers, glad you think like me!

Reviewer: spilled milk
Date: 08/24/09 08:55 pm

It was wonderful, it really was. But...chest hair? Bill doesn't have chest hair. D:

Author's Response: ...that we know of *winks*

Reviewer: glinfaewyn
Date: 08/24/09 03:03 pm

Oh my god. This was fantastic- very sexy, and the writing really gave it the atmosphere it needed. The whole thing was very dreamy, and moved at a pace that made it feel like a lucid dream. I really loved the description you gave to Bill as the woman, as it really illustrated his personality. Seriously, this whole thing was amazing. The ending was perfect; I think you stopped at the perfect point.

Author's Response: Thanks so much! I was a little afraid of it being too much of a cliffhanger, I'm glad somebody is on the same level as me. Glad you liked!

The idiocy! The delusion! OMG.

ETA: I just heard back from the mods and apparently she deleted the fic before they could check it out. Oh, honey. I know you're delusional, but tell me you didn't think it would go away just like that? ...oh, you did. That's so sweet.

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beta

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 12:04:24 GMT

aneas has a new Kradam fic (I love that she's writing!) and she needs a beta to look it over. I would have done it myself, but I'm obviously not qualified, so I was wondering if someone on my flist would be willing to help?

It's 3,200 words. Here's the summary:

Yeah, Adam’s gay, has an extensive knowledge of flowers and fabrics, and he makes fantastic color palettes for weddings, but… does it necessarily mean that he has to be the walking stereotype of a wedding planner?

Comments are screened. Love to you all in advance. <3

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for once in my life

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 11:30:00 GMT

I'm trying to track down different versions of the song "For Once in My Life".

Right now, I have the Frank Sinatra version, which I'm sorry to say I'm not very fond of, and I downloaded and then promptly deleted the Michael Bublé version - because, just, no. My favorite so far is Vonda Shepard's, but that's only from memory, because youtube is gone again (long story) and since my external hard drive died a couple months back, I have no mp3s. *sadface* I'm going to see if I can find her CDs somewhere.

Anybody has any other version? Or at least know which ones are better? (I like the slower ones.)

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my first ever meme. wow.

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 08:59:19 GMT

tagalongcookies wants me to...

- List 7 habits/quirks/facts.
- Tag 7 people to do the same.
- Don't tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag 'whoever wants to do it'.

It's 10 AM and I am exhausted. And I'm working this weekend as well. Fuck my life. Seriously.
I've been trying to find the Disney Parks Authentic Sleeping Beauty Costume for shelbecat's daughter's birthday, but I think it's time to admit defeat now. I can't find the right size anywhere. I'm devastated. cookie57 found it! \o/ \o/ \o/
There are mice in my attic and they dance on top of me at night. Sometimes they invite friends and throw parties. I don't try to kill them because they're the tiny and cute kind, and because they leave me alone for the most part.
I bite my nails. I even make them bleed. When I try not to do that, I end up biting my lips. Nails hurt less.
I love trees. I can't get better acquainted with them, because I really don't like bugs.
I want to live in Canada. Mostly because of due South. I plan to buy myself a citizenship if I ever win the lottery. (It could happen.)
I am in love with Peter Bishop.

I'm not tagging anyone. (Boo.) I'm just not a tagger.

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After

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 22:23:09 GMT

Title: After
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,000 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. No disrespect or offense intended to anyone.
Warnings: Angsty cuddling? And I honestly don't know what's with the proposals.
Notes: This is help_haiti lightning drabble #3, written for krismc09.

Beta by minglingcrab.

Summary: “You want me to leave you alone?”

( Story )

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lmao

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 16:58:24 GMT

Apparently, Meg Ryan is coming to Istanbul for Istanbul Fashion Week.

O.o

I don't know which part of that sentence amuses me more - that there is an Istanbul Fashion Week, or that all they can get for it is Meg Ryan.

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i don't like winter this year, make it go away whines

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 08:24:58 GMT

Whataya Want From Me by risti { Did you guys know that this story is REALLY REALLY good? Yes, it's a songfic and written in second person POV and it has an infidelity warning, but - REALLY FRICKIN' GOOD. }
AI8 | Kris/Adam | R | 7,200 words
It's me, I'm the freak but thanks for loving me 'cause you're doing it perfectly.

Looking For Yesterday by stickmarionette
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG | 600 words
The last thing he wants to see is Kris getting jaded, turned into just another sad story of the small town boy chewed up by the big city lights. Years later, some things have changed between them, but not enough to matter.

Collide by stickmarionette
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG | AU | 947 words
Adam was not having a good day. The rent was due, his audition went badly - if he heard too theatrical one more time - and someone was butchering Queen on stage. All that without having a drink spilled in his lap, while he was wearing his favourite pair of pants (this week). AU.

The Milky Way (at Night) by cathalin
AI8 | Kris/Adam | NC-17 | 2,600 words
New relationships can be difficult. When Adam takes Kris camping, it turns out to be a greater gift for both of them than either had expected.

there's always a reason to take the scenic route by jeyhawk
AI8 | Kris/Adam | R | 1,200 words
They're not as much lost as they're slightly misplaced and everything turns out alright in the end.

Bumpy Ride by jeyhawk
AI8 | Kris/Adam | NC-17 | AU | Porn | 975 words
Kris hates the rush hour train with a passion - it's cramped, loud, smelly and stupid.

doesn't have to be perfect, just has to be real by jeyhawk { I love this one SO MUCH. }
AI8 | Kris/Adam | NC-17 | Future Fic | 7,300 words
Adam ends up in a coma and Kris wakes him up with a kiss, because there's a Prince Charming to every Sleeping Beauty.

For This by minglingcrab { Library sex. <3 }
AI8 | Kris/Adam | NC-17 | 780 words
Honestly, neither of them likes books well enough to need that room for anything else.

Renegade by cynnet3490 { AWESOME. }
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG-13 | Crack | AU | 2,350 words
Adam is a BAMF, obviously/ Kris just wants someone to love him.

Imperfections by gypsy_scribbles
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG | 875 words
“I brought ice cream,” was the first thing Kris said when Adam opened the door in baggy sweats and a loose, threadbare t-shirt.

Waking Up by gypsy_scribbles { Sequel to Blind Leading the Blind. }
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG-13 | AU | 1,280 words
When Adam woke up alone in an empty bed, the first thing he did was reach for Kris.

"she (within the measure of a day)" by mrsronweasley
Bandom | Frank/Gerard | NC-17 | AU | Crossdressing | 8,900 words
Gerard steps out in heels for Halloween. Everybody enjoys it. Some enjoy it more than others.

Sue Sylvester: Matchmaker by fakeplasticsnow
Glee | Puck/Kurt | NC-17 | 7,600 words
The mere sight of Sue Sylvester is enough to make Cupid piss his diapers. That candy-ass little bastard doesn't stand a chance.

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The Introduction

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 21:22:48 GMT

Title: The Introduction
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Length: 897 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. No disrespect or offense intended to anyone.
Warnings: Sequel to Hang the Sense of It. I didn't intend for it to be, but this turned into a bit of a tease. Sorry about that. /o\
Notes: This is help_haiti lightning drabble #4, written for sparkysparky.

Beta by minglingcrab.

Summary: “Kristopher? I know you’re in there. I saw your car.”

( Story )

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The Cabinets

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 14:52:44 GMT

Title: The Cabinets
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG
Length: 731 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. No disrespect or offense intended to anyone.
Warnings: Fluff. Established Relationship. minglingcrab says this is the schmoopiest thing I've ever written.
Notes: This is help_haiti lightning drabble #5. (Yes, I'm posting them out of order. #3 is acting up a little.) Written for cookie57, who mothers me and keeps tabs on me from the other side of the world. <3

Beta by minglingcrab.

Summary: “You want to get this house?”

( Story )

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the awesomeness that is katekat1010

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 13:55:20 GMT

Remember when I said I won a bunch of stuff at help_haiti? One of my winning bids were for three pieces of fanart from katekat1010 and she made me squee almost daily with her emails last week. Now I think it's time to share my bounty.

I picked three of my favorite fics for the art:

I have to admit I was going for the fun factor with the first two. Knowing how talented katekat1010 is, I figured who better to make a poster about aliens and dolls. And of course I was right.

Here's the first poster for my favoritest aliens make them do it fic in the history of ever, and here's the one for butterfly's epic time travel fic (Do we call this the time travel fic or the wish fic? I'm torn.) and since shelbecat, as always, takes forever to post something in her journal, you can see the doll fic posters here and here.

Aren't they all CRAZY AMAZING BEAUTIFUL and occasionally CRACKTASTIC? \o/ \o/ \o/

But that's not all! Friday morning, I got another email! Now picture me with my eyes open just a sliver, just enough to see, having worked until 4 and waking up to go back at 7, in total zombie mode - and this is what I see in my tiny phone screen:

I know I'm biased, but. Isn't this the most beautiful fanart ever? It's been two days and I still don't have the words. I want to write an epic to match its epicness, because my tiny mermaid porn is just not worthy of this.

I want to gush, but I'm more likely to hug katekat1010 and cry like a crazy person at this point. This must have been so much work. I mean, the manip alone... O.O And she'd already made four posters instead of three, and I'm just!!! Seriously. I'm all !!!!

*LOVES*

ETA: These posters (and more) can be found here now. Go tell katekat1010 how awesome she is.

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magical glasses

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 12:29:25 GMT

I don't know what the hell happened to last week. I remember working last Sunday and thinking the week started way too early for my tastes, but then. Days kind of bled into each other.

Must have been the too much caffeine and too little sleep combination - I feel like I spent the last 7 days high. Thankfully I find that I'm surprisingly good at writing reports when I'm high. I didn't even make sense in my own head some nights, but looking at the million billion pages of reports I've written, they read surprisingly sane.

(I think it was around 3 AM Wednesday or Thursday - or maybe Friday? - I caught myself seriously contemplating how my new pair of glasses were most probably magic, because how else would they make me see so perfectly?)

The reports are done and sent, the deadline just a memory, but I still feel kind of breathless. It's really interesting - and a little scary at the time - I feel like I'm running when I'm working towards a deadline. It's physically exhausting for me, even though I'm just sitting at a desk and writing. A truly odd feeling, that.

But whatever. Time to forget all that. I slept until noon today, and now I plan to catch up with my emails, edit the remaining lightning ficlets that have been beta'ed and waiting for me, then maybe work on something fannish if I feel up to it. Or read. How I miss reading fic.

You can expect very late replies to your comments and a bit of a spam in my journal today. Do not be alarmed.

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attack of the balloons

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 02:03:55 GMT

Because LJ is doing something right for once,
Because I came home from work at 3 AM and what else was I supposed to do? Sleep?
Because I was feeling random,
Because balloons make me happy,
Because. Just because.

I sent a bunch of (mostly) balloon v-gifts to people I know, people I don't know, people I'd like to know better, people I think I probably know but can't really remember, people whose names I like, people whose names sound familiar, people whose names I happened to click on...etc.

Like I said. Random.

Happy balloon day.

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daleks have arrived

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 19:11:27 GMT

We need the Doctor! Tiny!Frank can hold them off for only so long!

*hugs rike_tikki_tavi* I LOVE them so much! And the chocolate. OMG.

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Valentine's Day

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 21:09:56 GMT

Title: Valentine's Day
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,150 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. No disrespect or offense intended to anyone.
Warnings: A sequel to Far Along This Road.
Notes: This is help_haiti lightning drabble (turned ficlet) #2. For daemonicangel. I'm pretty sure this isn't what she wanted. *cringes*

Beta by minglingcrab.

Summary: If he gets dumped on Valentine’s Day, he’s going to be so pissed.

( Story )

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Crabwise

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 07:23:54 GMT

Title: Crabwise
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG-13
Length: 888 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. No disrespect or offense intended to anyone.
Warnings: Crack. Crab fic. (It's totally a genre.)
Notes: minglingcrab started it. Or maybe kradamite did? I don't know. All I know is, this is clearly not my fault.

Beta by minglingcrab.

Summary: Adam doesn’t mean to get a pet crab.

( Story )

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recs

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 12:41:04 GMT

First: two fics for meee. :DD

holycitygirl wrote me a fic for the prompt "rain" - yes, I do suck at prompts - and aneas wrote me a ficlet about Adam's depressing apartment and how he keeps stealing Kris' stuff to make it feel more like home. <3

don't wanna beg you baby [for something maybe you could never give] by holycitygirl
AI8 | Kris/Adam | R | 2,174 words
None of them are exactly innocent in this.

Adam's place. by aneas
AI8 | Kris/Adam | G | 950 words
He's not pining away, for goodness sake. He just wants some plaid familiarity to break the grayness of the loft.

The Anti-Type by jeyhawk
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG-13 | 2,500 words
Kris doesn't have a type, but if he had one, Adam wouldn't be it.

Only Take What You Can Carry by seperis
AI8 | Kris/Adam | NC-17 | 17,500 words
Things to do in New Mexico when you're lost.

a soul for sale [or rent] by holycitygirl
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG-13 | 684 words
The only problem is he's hungry now, and tired. Tired of the endless parade of see and be seen. Of publicity stunts and press statements. Of what everyone wants him to be and what he's become.

look in my direction [i'll be 'round] by holycitygirl
AI8 | Kris/Adam | R | 754 words
The thing Kris likes least about Adam is that he would have understood, that he's always losing to help Kris win.

A Chance Meeting by jeyhawk
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG | 1,500 words
Adam is a figure skater, Kris is a snowboarder. The Olympics are on. (Just go with the flow, this is too silly to have a summary anyway.)

He Moves in Mysterious Ways by seperis
AI8 | Kris/Adam | NC-17 | 4,225 words
"I get needing space. But there's space, then there's your own private Mojave Desert. That's a lot of empty personal landscape."

You've Got Music by buffyx
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG-13 | 22,000 words
This is a Kradam AU of You've Got Mail. 22k. Um, forgive the awful title. And the lack of sexytimes.

Honor Of Gentleman, Part 3 by xbeyondinsanex
AI8 | Kris/Adam | Mature | 35,981 words (so far) | WIP
Driven apart by war, Kristopher and Adam communicate through letters get to know each others' partners. However, events conspire against them to make even their vast distance seem like a mere stroll through the countryside.

trust me, i'm not by lady_deathangel
Bandom | Brian/Gerard | PG-13 | 9,170 words
The detention was inevitable and the only reason there hadn’t also been suspension or expulsion was because the Dean knew that whatever happened to the Croquet Club would have to happen to the lacrosse team in equal measure.

Stop Time Heart by allyndra
Bandom | Frank/Gerard | PG-13 | 1,286 words
Mikey needed new friends.

Pixelated Romance by bexless
Bandom | Frank/Gerard | PG-13 | 1,419 words
All anyone has said to Frank for the past two weeks is, "You look like Mario," so when they randomly end up invited to some costume party Frank thinks fuck it and embraces his inner pixelated Italian plumber.

Gathered Here to Witness by mrsronweasley
Bandom | Frank/Gerard | NC-17 | 13,377 words
"What, no suit?"

One Hundred Percent (Almost. Maybe.) by brooklinegirl
Bandom | Frank/Gerard | NC-17 | 11,400 words
Frank sighed. "I'm playing tonight," he said, firmly. "It is a fucking sore throat. Luckily, I am not the lead singer. I can play my fucking guitar with a sore throat. I can play it with my eyes closed. I am fine."

The reason for the season by anonymous
Bandom | Gen | Not Rated | 1,590 words
Bob is finishing up the paperwork (from last week, but there isn't a whole hell of a lot to be done about that with Ray out sick with swine flu and Frank miraculously not) when Gerard comes into the office wearing a look like a kid whose puppy just died.

Within Reach by beizy
Doctor Who | Doctor/Master | NC-17 | 5,457 words
It was an unremarkable day, the day Lucy found him and gave him the ring.

Inhabiting by gigantic
Star Trek RPS | Chris/Zach | Not Rated | 6,500 words
In which Chris isn't completely unaware of the implications.

Nascent by angstbunny
Star Trek RPS | Chris/Zach | PG | 1,200 words
"There's irony in the fact that the word 'moribund' is responsible for the shiny new feelings in Zach."

(This post is brought to you by jerakeen-stuck-in-a-meeting. Screw-ups are only to be expected.)

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boot camp

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 07:48:56 GMT

I'm frickin' cold. (Had to share that first.)

I'm going to be stupid busy this week, got another deadline looming at work, so I'll probably be living in my office. But I have all my lightning drabbles written and I'll post those as they get beta-read - you guys won't even notice I'm gone.

I have to warn you about the drabbles though. All my prompts were for fluff pieces, so it's like the attack of the cotton candy - pink and sticky and kind of nauseating. You might wanna keep a barf bag handy.

I mean it. It's a bit too much.

I have recs, but I don't have time to post them right now. I'll try to squeeze them in somewhere. But I have an awesome banner I want to share. It's for the creme brulee fic, made by the amazing and talented sandrainthesun who still somehow doesn't buy Kradam as a ship. (How could you not, Sandra! How!)

This is it from me for now. Will be back with fluff. Or recs. Whichever happens first.

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snow

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 11:07:50 GMT

There's a snow storm outside and I'm stuck in the house with my mother (aka the most annoying person in the history of ever.) I have only today off this week, going to be working tomorrow, so I'm trying to finish my lightning drabbles, but since I forgot my laptop adapter at work yesterday, it's very slow-going and frustrating. I should've bought a second laptop instead of a netbook. Netbooks are evil.

Highlight of the day was walking Nova. Her fur was frozen at the tips, it looked funny. (Now she's inside, thawing.) We had a snowball fight, which she lost by default since she can't make snowballs, but she didn't seem to mind. She was happily eating the snowballs I was throwing at her. I envy her sometimes. Being that stupid would make life so much easier.

I had things to post about, but typing is kind of torturous on this thing, so I'm just going to leave you with a picture of the extra cat.

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The Jacket

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 09:31:02 GMT

Title: The Jacket
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1,175 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not real. This is for fun only. No disrespect or offense meant to anyone.
Warnings: More fluff.
Notes: Sequel to The Gift and The Drapes. Written for jeyhawk. First one of the five ficlets I offered at the help_haiti lightning round.

Beta by minglingcrab.

Summary: "It’ll be too big on me."

“Come on, pleeeease,” Adam begs, pouting. Kris’ eyes narrow immediately. Adam looks really cute with the pout, but Kris doesn’t believe for a second that it’s genuine. Adam is manipulative. It may not be malicious—which it sometimes is, though never when it comes to Kris—but he always keeps Kris guessing. That’s part of what makes Kris keep coming back for more.

“The new jacket? The black leather one with the green—” Kris gestures over his right shoulder to indicate weird shit hanging all over one side; Adam gets it.

“Yeah. That one.”

Kris looks around the room as if an excuse might suddenly appear out of nowhere. “It’ll be too big on me.”

Adam nods. “That’s okay.” He rests his head on the pillow and gives Kris a look. “Come on, Kris. For me?”

Kris waves his arms around aimlessly. (It’s not flailing. Nope. Not at all.) “I don’t understand why,” he says finally. He sounds petulant, and the tone of his voice informs him that he’d caved long before he’d consciously decided to. With one last look at Adam’s clean and puffy face, he rolls his eyes (at himself, because what’s up with the fluttering in his chest? Ridiculous.) and heads into the walk-in closet.

When he comes out, the jacket resting heavy on his shoulders, he thinks that it might actually be worth feeling like a cheerleader wearing her boyfriend’s letterman jacket, because Adam looks… hungry and predatory, and Kris’ heart starts beating madly in response. He has been trying—valiantly—not to think about Adam and sex and how hot it’s going to be when it finally happens; Adam’s soft and pliable state has helped him immensely with that. This look, on the other hand, is not helpful at all.

He hides his hands in the jacket’s pockets—almost trembling—and walks closer to the bed, feeling like he’s taken a whole bottle of Adam’s little white pills and is walking on air.

“C’mere,” Adam says, pushing the covers away and pulling Kris down with one firm tug. Kris, with his usual lack of grace, manages to catch himself at just the last second with his hands on Adam’s shoulders, and ends up straddling Adam’s lap. He doesn’t quite sit, fearing the added weight might hurt Adam’s leg; that’s probably a good thing, because any more contact doesn’t seem advisable if they’re not going to go all the way.

Oh, God. He really is a cheerleader, isn’t he? Wouldn’t Daniel be proud?

“You look…” Adam says, but then buries his face in Kris’ chest and mumbles the rest of the sentence into the fabric of Kris’ shirt. He nuzzles into the crook of Kris’ neck, right where hot skin meets the cool leather of the jacket, while his hands crawl under the layers to climb up Kris’ back.

Kris shivers and bites back his moan. Do not lose control, he tells himself firmly. Adam is high enough for the both of them right now, and Kris is stuck with the undesirable job of acting responsibly—not that that’s any different from how they normally are.

Adam breathes deep and groans, pulling Kris closer. “You smell like me,” he says.

Kris tries to chuckle; it comes out a stuttering huff. He has no idea why the thought of smelling like Adam is so sexy, but it’s making his blood boil.

It must be doing something for Adam as well, because Adam pulls back, eyes fierce, and—for the first time since they started this thing—completely sober; in a voice gone hoarse, he says, “I’m going to—”

“Honey, are you awake?”

Kris scrambles off Adam’s lap with an embarrassing squeak and immediately falls off the bed. He lands on the floor in an undignified heap.

“Mom, don’t you knock?!” Adam whines.

It takes Kris three tries to stand up successfully, and he quickly gets rid of the jacket like that’s the incriminating part of this whole scene. Then he stares at the carpet—rich and voluminous and soft; so obviously Adam’s—because his cheeks are burning and he thinks he’ll disintegrate if he makes eye contact with anyone.

“Excuse me,” Leila says, “I didn’t think you’d be having sex with a cast on your leg!”

“We weren’t—”

“Why wouldn’t I—”

Leila ignores them both and places her hands on her hips. “If I find out you were taking advantage of him, so help me God…”

Kris feels his eyes grow huge. “I would never—” he rushes to assure her, but she cuts him off with a smile.

“I know, honey,” she says, placating, “I didn’t mean you.”

Kris’ eyes grow even larger. Adam huffs. “I’m the one on medication here.”

“Yeah,” Leila says. She doesn’t sound understanding at all. “I know all about your experiences with medication. Kris is a good kid. If I see you playing around with him, like you did with that—”

“Mom,” Adam interrupts her, “could you please just leave before Kris dies of mortification?”

Leila throws her hands up in the air and leaves with a shake of her head. The door closes behind her softly, but even that tiny click is enough to make Kris wince.

That certainly felt like high school.

“I’m sorry,” Adam says, reaching over to play with Kris’ fingers. His fingers tangle and untangle and tickle Kris’ until Kris has no choice but to smile and look up at him. Adam looks apologetic, and it’s not even a fake expression this time. “Wanna hide with me?” he offers, holding one side of the blanket up to invite Kris in.

Kris glances at the door in trepidation. Leila is probably waiting for him in the kitchen; it would be rude to ignore her. But the bed looks warm, and he knows from experience that Adam is even warmer.

“Just for five minutes,” he bargains, because it’s futile to try and say no when his feet are already moving. Adam grins, scooting back to make room, and Kris settles against the inexplicably soft pillows. He doesn’t even want to know how much Adam paid for those; he figures he’ll be happier just reaping the benefits.

Adam snuggles close, wrapping his arms around Kris, and Kris turns to him and snuggles back. His face fits perfectly into the crook of Adam’s arm. Adam pulls the covers up over their heads and hums happily.

-

Kris opens his eyes some time later to find the room dark and Adam snoring softly in his ear. He looks instinctively towards the only source of light and finds Leila standing in the cracked-open doorway, watching the two of them with an indulgent look in her eyes.

He’s—thankfully—too sleepy to scramble up and away from the bed this time; instead he just stares until Leila notices he’s awake, then stares some more as she smiles secretively and waves at him before retreating and closing the door.

Behind him, Adam snuffles and says, “Kree-hmms?”

Kris shushes him and goes back to sleep.

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reason for the weirdness

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 21:11:31 GMT

Turns out it was just PMS. I amaze myself sometimes. How can my period still come as a shock to me, I'll never know. 16 years times 12 months is... some big number I can't calculate right now, yet after all this time, I still manage to forget.

This is just a quick stop to squee because even though I forgot - of course - to do the last minute bidding thing, I won FOUR awesome offers at help_haiti. \o/ \o/ \o/

And while I'm here, let me rec you the crackiest crack ever. (Yes, it's worse than the dolls. And the dinosaurs. And the aliens. And yes, even worse than the robot.)

I give you - drum roll, please - the crab fic!

Crabby by minglingcrab
AI8 | Kris/Adam | Not Rated | Crack | Transformation | 850 words

Sometimes, for no apparent reason, Kris turns into a crab.

I don't know why I love this fic so much, I honestly don't. Something about Kris being a cute sea creature makes me happy. If I ever find a way to make octopus!Kris work without it being creepy, I'll be all over it.

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breathe

jerakeen.c@gmail.com — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 07:19:45 GMT

When I say I'm weird, I really mean I'm weird. I've been trying to read a 5,000 word bandom fic for three days now. It's a good fic, I want to read it, but every time I open the page, I fall asleep. I realize 27 is old, but not like falling-asleep-with-my-glasses-on old, right?

Speaking of things that are old - my car is finally dead. It broke down yesterday for the second time in two weeks and left me stranded in the middle of the highway. I had already ordered a new car, but I just - I hate change. I've been driving that car for 10 years. People think I should be sick of it by now, but I don't get sick of things. I'm just not wired that way. They get comfortable with time, why would I want to change them? *sigh* Now I'm waiting for the old one to be repaired, and the new one to arrive, and I just feel like stomping my foot, because this is just not fair.

NOW. On to important things. The help_haiti auction closes today (January 20th) at noon (EST). Here's a handy COUNTDOWN to help you (and me, thank fuck) keep track. Here's how the confirmation and donation thing works, and for everything else, visit the comm and check out the previous posts.

My stupendously large list of favorite authors + all AI fic offers is up to date as of last night. Check it out, donate, buy us some fics!

I, personally, am going to try and win at least one of my favorite authors, but knowing me, I'll forget to keep track of the bids until it's too late and lose them all by $1 or something. I'm lame like that.

In other news, I think Gerard might have started washing his hair.

From the interview here.

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jerakeen

thanksgiving

what not to do when you plagiarize

bullet points make me look like i have a system

The Supply Closet

fun with plagiarism

beta

for once in my life

my first ever meme. wow.

After

lmao

i don't like winter this year, make it go away *whines*

The Introduction

The Cabinets

the awesomeness that is katekat1010

magical glasses

attack of the balloons

daleks have arrived

Valentine's Day

Crabwise

recs

boot camp

snow

The Jacket

reason for the weirdness

breathe

i don't like winter this year, make it go away whines