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Billowy coat king of pain, Angel/Captain Jack, for Kita. Who wears the coat better?

( nothing but porn here, people )

I am fighting a huge wave of journal wanderlust, but because I don't want to change my username, I think the best way to deal with my dramatic tendencies is to delete some old entries, lock some stuff, maybe do a friendscut. It's nothing personal.

I've also started a new photobucket account, and am contemplating deleting the old one. I've moved all the images used for the communities I mod, but I don't think I'm going to bother with the Angel caps or icons.

Icon post, otherwise known as "How many times can myhappyface really watch "Blah Blah, Woof Woof" before she is OTP'd to death?" (Also featuring appearances from "Prodigy," "Art Attack," "Haven," and "Meow."

( a lot of icons. no, seriously. a LOT. )

A benefit to headphones is that I can listen to "Bitch" at top-volume as many times as I want, and no one has to know.

Except, of course, for the entire Internet.

Some icons from season two of Dark Angel:

( hai, i'm eyes only!! )

I hadn't realized how similar Ellie and Billy were until I watched Jurassic Park again, this time with my tinhat firmly in place. Bear with me a second.

( i include picspam to make this less painful )

In conclusion, Ellie = Sara(h) = Billy. Yes, this is me not studying for my Greek exam. I JUST WANT TO GO HOME, OKAY?

Wow. You go for a while without watching Jurassic Park 3 and you forget how satisfying it is. Also, gay. I decided to just watch the slashy parts in order to save time (FINALS FINALS FINALS), but that only shaved off that 20-30 minute period where Billy is missing and presumed dead. Everything else? Gay.

( my favorite moment )

"We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics. They will only grow louder and more dissonant. We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope. But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope."

So vote.

At 700 words, I am officially giving my Angel/Gunn fic up for dead, and posting it here.

( There's a robot in Gunn's office. )

All right. I was hoping summer would stir the creative soup, or something, but no. So I'm declaring this unofficial work-in-progress amnesty day, and posting everything. There are a couple different fandoms represented here, including my sadly stalled Angel/Gunn romance.

( hodgepodge )

Anyway. I'm trying to read The Executioner's Song, but all I'm really accomplishing is realizing why I try to stay away from true crime stories: they just depress the hell out of me, god. I can't stand it. The guy's in prison eighteen years, of course he's going to come out wrong; his family and coworkers don't report him when he does shit like steal guns and rob gas stations and by the time they realize something is fundamentally fucked about him it's way past too late.

That was awesome.

( 30 icons from four die hards )

Distract me! I will write you a drabble about an icon (mine) of your choice.

"This arm beneath your head," Jack/Angel, set prior to "Are You Now or Have You Ever Been" (AtS) and after "The Parting of the Ways" (Who). Beta by Kita; all remaining fuck-ups are my own business. Now with 100% more porn.

( The second time Jack Harkness winds up in 1950s California, he doesn't get arrested, which is an immediate improval upon his last visit. )

Fic that I am working on: 8MM (I know, I know, but I have a Thing); five ways some ancient Romans got their rocks off; and this Captain Jack/Angel thing, set around the time of "Are You Now or Have You Ever Been," a piece of which follows.

( kinda porny )