This is going to be my writing journal because I'm tired of worrying about whether my journal is locked/not locked, whatever. I'll still talk about fandom in my regular journal,
floridapeaches, but I will no longer post fic there. All fic will be moved here, and will be posted here from now on.
Nothing will ever be flocked here, so mutual friending will not be in effect. But friend away~~ :D
Nothing will ever be flocked here, so mutual friending will not be in effect. But friend away~~ :D
For the most lovely
ericaplease, for her birthday. She is the best friend I could ask for, and she is also very fond of nagging me about sunscreen. ;)
Beta by the fabulous
fiddleyoumust. Ty bb! <333
ILU2, ERICA SUE~~
( If I could offer you only one tip for the future,sunscreen would be it. )
Beta by the fabulous
ILU2, ERICA SUE~~
( If I could offer you only one tip for the future,sunscreen would be it. )
Title: November, like a train wreck
Author:
floridapeaches
Disclaimer: Scurrilous lies.
Summary: Julia was talking about pantyfic, and how there should be more of it. Like, 3 months ago. HERE U GO BB. /o\ ~3,600 words.
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes are my own. Title from the poem "Reasons to Survive November" by Tony Hoagland.
( November, like a train wreck )
Author:
Disclaimer: Scurrilous lies.
Summary: Julia was talking about pantyfic, and how there should be more of it. Like, 3 months ago. HERE U GO BB. /o\ ~3,600 words.
A/N: This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes are my own. Title from the poem "Reasons to Survive November" by Tony Hoagland.
( November, like a train wreck )
Sooooooo. Who remembers that Brendon/Spencer pantyfic? /o\
Title: feed the soul with a human touch
Author:
floridapeaches
Disclaimer: I made up everything but the puking.
Summary: This was almost titled "JULIA >:[" 2,300~ words.
A/N: Notes and disclaimers here. Thank you to my lovely beta (AND SWORN ENEMY, WHAT?)
ericaplease. ♥♥♥
( I'm burning; stretch your arms )
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Author:
Disclaimer: I made up everything but the puking.
Summary: This was almost titled "JULIA >:[" 2,300~ words.
A/N: Notes and disclaimers here. Thank you to my lovely beta (AND SWORN ENEMY, WHAT?)
( I'm burning; stretch your arms )
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Title: My nerves knew you, dear boy.
Author:
floridapeaches
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Frank/Brendon
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, I do not know these boys, and this never happened. If you got here by googling your own name, or the names of your friends, please hit the back button and we'll all be happier. Title from a poem by Theodore Roethke.
Summary: Brendon is maybe one of those guys. 6,850 words.
( His knees fucking hurt )
Author:
Rating: NC-17.
Pairing: Frank/Brendon
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, I do not know these boys, and this never happened. If you got here by googling your own name, or the names of your friends, please hit the back button and we'll all be happier. Title from a poem by Theodore Roethke.
Summary: Brendon is maybe one of those guys. 6,850 words.
( His knees fucking hurt )
Title: turned out to be a middle
Author:
floridapeaches
Rating: Porn, porn, pure porn.
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, I do not know these boys, and this never happened. If you got here by googling your own name, or the names of your friends, please hit the back button and we'll all be happier. Title from "A Color of the Sky," a poem by Tony Hoagland.
fiddleyoumust,
ericaplease and
cheapcrowd wanted Spencer licking a sweaty, post-show Brendon. I don't even know. *hands* 1,700~ words.
ETA: Aaaaand because I'm made of failcakes, I forgot to thank
ericaplease for the moast excellent beta. <333 you, bb.
( IDEK, REALLY )
Author:
Rating: Porn, porn, pure porn.
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, I do not know these boys, and this never happened. If you got here by googling your own name, or the names of your friends, please hit the back button and we'll all be happier. Title from "A Color of the Sky," a poem by Tony Hoagland.
ETA: Aaaaand because I'm made of failcakes, I forgot to thank
( IDEK, REALLY )
Title: Bound by Symmetry
Author:
floridapeaches
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Sandy
Disclaimer: I'm 100 percent positive that this never happened. I'm not trying to imply it did. If you are any of the people named in this story, you'd rather not read it I'm sure, and I'd rather you not read it, too.
Title taken from the song "Red Right Ankle" by the Decemberists.
Summary: There is a very large amount of very filthy porn here, and what plot there is is schmoopy enough to induce cavities. But seriously. A whole lotta porn. 16,100~ words.
( Author's notes and fic behind the cut )
Author:
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jared/Jensen/Sandy
Disclaimer: I'm 100 percent positive that this never happened. I'm not trying to imply it did. If you are any of the people named in this story, you'd rather not read it I'm sure, and I'd rather you not read it, too.
Title taken from the song "Red Right Ankle" by the Decemberists.
Summary: There is a very large amount of very filthy porn here, and what plot there is is schmoopy enough to induce cavities. But seriously. A whole lotta porn. 16,100~ words.
( Author's notes and fic behind the cut )
Title: It’s Bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Author:
floridapeaches
Rating: Um. PG-13? For some mild swearing. It’s gen, or you could squint and it’s kind of Brendon/Ryan.
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, I do not know these boys, and this probably never happened. And you know the usual "if you Googled your name and found this, then you know what the back button is for."
Summary: ”And you, Ryan Ross, O crusher of dreams and eater of other people's food. It's all your fault that my perfect plan is foiled.” 1737 words.
Authors notes: A billion years ago I did the five ficlets meme, and
ericaplease asked for Brendon/Ryan, bananas. This is the 'ficlet' that resulted. A multitude of thanks to
7_daze for a magnificent beta, that left this reading exactly like it sounded in my head, and to
fiddleyoumust for checking the flow, and general encouragement. Erica, this is for you, babe. ;D
( Bananas! )
Author:
Rating: Um. PG-13? For some mild swearing. It’s gen, or you could squint and it’s kind of Brendon/Ryan.
Disclaimer: I do not own these boys, I do not know these boys, and this probably never happened. And you know the usual "if you Googled your name and found this, then you know what the back button is for."
Summary: ”And you, Ryan Ross, O crusher of dreams and eater of other people's food. It's all your fault that my perfect plan is foiled.” 1737 words.
Authors notes: A billion years ago I did the five ficlets meme, and
( Bananas! )
