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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING callowyn, LIGHT OF MY LIFE, who asked, "Which of you will be the first to write this for me?" and the answer is: me. ILU 5EVA CALLYFACE <######

Thank you to thegeminisage for betareading! Title from "Assurance" by William Stafford.


So Deep a Sound
Supernatural/Boondock Saints. Murphy MacManus, Connor MacManus, Claire Novak, Castiel. PG13.
The brothers pick up a third (fourth?) passenger. ~1200 words

( Are you afraid of me? )

1. Would the 'missing scene' meme work if I drabbled a missing scene from one of YOUR fics? Or if YOU drabbled a missing scene from one of mine? Or is that too much.

2. OMG 'HUSTLE', WAY TO GO HAVING A WHIMSICAL BOLLYWOOD SONG-AND-DANCE SCENE AND ANGEL COULBY IN ONE EPISODE. I'M STILL PICKING BITS OF BRAIN OFF THE COUCH FROM WHEN MY HEAD EXPLODED FROM WONDERFUL. OMG.

3. What is with this LJ apocalypse I've been hearing rumours about (again). Whatev. But, since I've been meaning to do this anyway, I started an insanejournal here as a form of alternate fic repository. I should def move the older ones, 'cos I don't have the files for those anymore.

4. The awesome lazaefair has organized the crack-addled mess that is me and Bedlam's pevencestuous grifters commentfic AU (...we haven't thought of a title, okay) into chronological order, and it can be found on themusingstream. *glomps her* (Do people still use 'glomp' anymore?) At this point we've had cameos from Ocean's 11, Numb3rs (just a teeny one), and Merlin. And Boondock Saints, though the McManus brothers haven't officially showed up. ...Shit, I misplaced my shame gland again.

5. More drabbles:
( Merlin/Narnia. Merlin and the Pevensies in England. This is entirely tricksterquinn's fault. )
( Boondock Saints. Someone's forgotten something. )

The following were originally posted here for the (still ongoing?) 'missing scene' meme, and have been spruced up for an actual post.

- from this room has many windows (Narnia, Susan/Peter/Edmund), for lettersandliars
( a starched cotton dress and runs in her stockings )

- from A Guide to Modern Living (Gossip/Boondock Saints, Travis/Connor), for lux__aeterna
( i'll pray for whoever i fucking want to )

- from The Left Hand of Heaven (Narnia, Edmund & Peter), for bedlamsbard
( lucy grins at him with a rabbit in each hand )

- from Just Lie Back and Think of Camelot (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin), for half of mumblemutter
( what does mugwort do anyway? )

To give you an idea of how long I’ve been working on-again-off-again on this thing, here’s a link to the challenge that initially inspired it. I think I actually fulfilled it, except for the time limit. I divided the fic into two parts because it's long. Major big props to anjali_organna because not only did she keep it cool when she found 17 pages in her inbox, but she did an awesome beta too. Thanks very much, Anjali.

So yeah, you better read it.


Big Sky Country (1/2)
Boondock Saints. Connor/Murphy. R. Warning: incest.
Post-movie. En route to California.
ETA: Read the drabbleremix by greenapple here.

( part one: blood ties )

I'm 18 years old today. :) Hooray for me.

I originally meant for this to be on bds100, but then it U-turned on me and was all, “No.”

Shepherds
Boondock Saints. Connor/Murphy. PG13…? Troy Duffy owns everything except the drabble itself.
The inevitable.

(  + + +  )

My first post in this LJ recced his X2 fic, New Amsterdam, and now vagabond_sal is back with its sequel: A Topographical Survey of the Island of Manhattan. If you're a fan of movieverse!Pyro, read it. If you're a fan of New York City, read it. If you're a fan of phrases like "it had nothing to do with temperature, really, only the body slowly dying degree by degree" and "her fingers traced lazy circles around his and Bobby's wrists, like bracelets etched by touch", read it. He's left us before, ladies and gentlemen, but he's back. He's so back he never even left in the first place.

lux__aeterna wrote a Boondock Saints/Gossip crossover too. Graceful with an understated cool, like all her stuff, so won't you read it? 'Cos, y'know, a world with multiple Norman Reeduses is a way cooler world than the one I'm in...

...especially in my current state. This next piece is an offering to the gods in hopes they will stop the Niagara Falls that is my nose. Also: fluff for olukemi. Told you I could do it.
*kisses*
*transmits germs*

The title's, like, longer than the fic or something.

Title: You Can Pick Your Friends and You Can Pick Your Nose, But You Can't Pick Your Friend's Nose
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Rating: PG, language
Summary: Out of tissues.

( You Can Pick Your Friends and You Can Pick Your Nose, But You Can't Pick Your Friend's Nose )

I HATE YOU, INTERNET CONNECTION.

Actually no. Me and internet connection are actually totally OTP, kind of, ‘cos my love and hate for it is equal, though I admit that my love sometimes wins out. The internet connection, however, is indifferent and caters to the whims and pleasures of many people around the area, oftentimes having no time for me. I’m not sure why it needs to share itself with so many people. I wish it wouldn’t but I guess that’s just the way things are. I am hurt when it leaves me, but I forgive it, every time. Every time I see it stagger back, I’m only too happy and relieved for its return. I love it, I hate it, and sometimes that makes me think I am at least a little mad. Ourloveissofullofissues!

Okay, enough of that.

Title: 25 Cents
Author: Lassiter
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Pairing: Connor/Murphy, in its way
Rating: PG13 for language
Summary: In which the brothers nurse their wounds alone and the guilty are sensitive to the subtlest accusation.
Author’s Notes Ramblings: This is, like. The first ever BDS fic I wrote. Ever. So that’s my excuse for its, like, ehness. It’s just been sitting in my hard drive all this time. Thought I might give it a bit of spit-polish and finally let it out into the world. Props of the mad go to serialkarma for the beta.



( 25 Cents )

This is absolutely heartwarming. Some random shopkeeping nobody in Hertfordshire wrote a screenplay that Disney bought for US$1 mil. He originally wrote the story for his two sons. Aww. Hurrah for the random shopkeeping nobody (whose name is Clive Woodall, just by the way)!

This is thoroughly amusing. Which one of you was talking about Faramir singing showtunes again?

And now for something sans adverbs: Happy St. Pat's, ya'll.

Hey, there's this community called bds_drabble, and I joined, and friended it, and contributed, and why don't you join and contribute as well, and here is my entry for this week's challenge, which is about heat.

Mmmkay.

Wait, I've got another WIP to throw in! This time it's an honest-to-god WIP. It's Harry Potter, too. Yeah. Wrote it over Christmas, then we kind of lost our steam and I was all, "Eh."

Title: My WIP has no title.
Pairing: Percy/Oliver that never gets beyond PG in this incarnation. I just wasn't sure how I would navigate their characters towards it, which was one of the reasons I stopped writing this. I was feeling iffy about HP in general at the time. So yeah, here's pre-slash.
Summary: The war, which had nothing to do with Percy, is over. He spends his days being antisocial in a tiny flat in Diagon Alley. Enter Oliver, stage right. Stuff happens, or maybe they don't.

( My WIP *needs* no title. )