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13 February 2015 @ 08:34 am
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Seriously. I wanna do one.
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Title: Life During Wartime
Written For: notearchiver
Characters/Pairings: Snape/Kingsley/Aberforth, Snape/Kingsley
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: cock caging, double penetration, during War (first).
Other Warnings/Content: Lol “Canadian Shack fic”, slight sad woob
Word Count: 5,900
Summary/Description:Heard of a broom that is loaded with weapons, packed up and ready to go. Heard of some grave-sites out in the forest, a place that nobody knows.
Author's Notes: I guessed at what kind of DP you wanted, so if you wanted double stuffing, sorry! Hope fingercuffs is okay. Don’t know what Pottermore canon might be, so I hope I didn’t inadvertently put any in! Omg I put so many lyrics in this story.
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Title: Everything to Bid, Everything to Lose
Written for: keerawa in hlh_shortcuts Exchange 2013
Characters/Pairings: Joe, Methos/OFC
Rating: G
Word count: 6,000
Author's Notes: You asked for a scenario in which the Watchers got something wrong in Methos' chronicle and he wants it corrected, but it occurred to me more that Methos would care less about his record, spotty as it was, and more that the Watchers might have certain documentation that he might prefer to possess himself. And so. Also, my knowledge of history is shoddy, supplanted with only descriptions from Anne Rice vampire novels. Sry.

Summary: Methos was less concerned about the morality of the Watchers owning these artefacts and more about his schadenfreude at what he thought was a fruitless pursuit; he delighted in telling Joe that his interest in the Watchers was self-preservation, and nothing else. But this time, it was a little different—he had something that Methos had created, once owned, and based on his response at the auction, was very interested in getting back.
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Title: Un coeur rempli de chagrin, les mains remplis de regret
Written for: tooth_and_claw, Yuletide 2013
Fandom: Orange is the New Black
Characters: Poussey Washington, Galina "Red" Reznikov, Porn-stache, Miss Claudette, Sophia Burset, Tasha "Taystee" Jefferson, Suzanne "Crazy Eyes" Warren, Black Cindy, Sam Healy, Tiffany "Pennsatucky" Doggett, Nicky Nichols, Lorna Morello
Rating: R for language
Wordcount: 5867
Author's Notes: I know this is all gonna get jossed in the next season, but I don't care. You asked for more Poussey, so I did my humble best to think of something I think is apt. Also, I squee that Samira Wiley (Poussey) wants most to do a scene with Kate Mulgrew (Red). Please forgive my fumblings with dialogue. It is very very hard to do that show justice.

Summary: Burset ran the tips of her fingers through Poussey's hair. "Ain't got no lice treatment, so we have to shave it, girl."

Poussey shrugged. It wasn't the worst thing she'd lost by now.
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I was going to post that awesome vid of Obadiah Stone screaming about Tony building it in a cave with a box of scraps as the pictures get odder and odder, but I can no longer find it. SADFAYCE.
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Hey all! I am participating in the Clarion West Write-a-thon this year. Clarion is a great program and can use the support! From June 23 to August 2nd I will be writing and posting fiction at this blog, including a full length novella.

Please consider donating/sponsoring me. I shall provide free entertainment! And if you wanna wait to see if I deliver, please check my links and keep an eye on this blog for update notices!

Thanks so much!

Title: It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
Rating: PG-13 (nothing graphic)
Wordcount: 33k
Author’s Notes: Written way back for the Carina sci-fi Holiday call, and never pubbed. Hey, it’s all good.
Summary: Lacey Jacobson’s chances for a holly jolly Christmas aren’t looking too good—forced out by her girlfriend, she’s packed her stuff and trucked home to lick her wounds in her childhood bedroom. The town hasn’t much changed: same old pizza parlor, same old drunks, same old people arguing at the coffee shop.

But home isn’t ever what it used to be, and while the plastic decorations on everyone’s lawns look the same, they’re a little more mobile than they have been in the past. And a little more murderous.

Chapters 1-3
Chapters 4-6
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11 December 2012 @ 11:12 am
So I had many thoughts about the season.

Season 5 from Cold Blood to the end.Collapse )

That was fun!
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03 December 2012 @ 10:49 am
So it was true that I watched all of Eleven's Doctor Who this past October, but it was also true that I HAD PHEELS. And so I took notes as I watched. I also kept a count of how often I cried, because it was my first time being clean of the Prozac.

The best part about all this was that I had a list of things I learned about Season 5 nearly 2 years ago, after it aired. It was fun to see if I was accurate or not. In some ways, I was. In others, I was horribly wrong.

Read more...Collapse )

Oh! But before I did that, I had to watch the last of David Tennant, Waters of Mars and The End of Time.

They were Meh.Collapse )

That was fun, wasn't it? Without further ado, I present Doctor Who, Season Five, Episodes 1-8.

Episodes are cool.Collapse )

That was fun.
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28 October 2012 @ 11:02 pm
I was looking for a hotel room to crash in (and pay partly for) at Gally in 2013, who would I have to blow? I am quiet and if I snore, feel free to stab or kick me.
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27 September 2012 @ 09:43 pm
Speckkuchen, coming to a mailbox near you!
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23 September 2012 @ 01:22 pm
Anyone want cookies this fall? I believe I owe chamilet and opium some peaches, but I was waiting for it to cool down enough to send them.

I have some interesting ideas.
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22 September 2012 @ 10:58 am
Just a reminder that hlh_shortcuts is open for sign ups! You can enlist for the cause of new Highlander fic until the 30th!
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15 September 2012 @ 10:12 pm
I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough
100 percentile no errors no miss
I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much
Don't worry 'bout dreaming because I don't sleep --

I wish I could at least 30 percent
Maybe 50 for pleasure then skip all the rest

If I only was more human
I would count every single second the rest of my life
If I just could be more human
I'd have so many little babies and maybe a wife

I'd roll around in mud and have lots of fun then when I was done
Build bubblebath towers and swim in the tub
Sand Castles on the beach, frolick in the sea, get a broken knee
Be scared of the dark and I'd sing out of key

Curse when I lost a fight, kiss and reunite, scratch a spider's bite
Be happy with wrinkles I got when I smile
Pet kittens 'till they purred, maybe keep a bird, always keep my word
I'd cry at sad movies and laugh 'till it hurt

I'd buy a big bike, I'd ride by the lake
And I'd have lots of friends and I'd stay out too late

If I could just be more human
I would see every little thing with a gleam in my eye
If only I was more human
I'd embrace every single feeling that came in my life

Would I care and be forgiving?
Would I be sentimental and would I feel loneliness?

Would I doubt and have misgivings?
Would I cause someone sorrow too? Would I know what to do?

Will I cry when its all over?

When I die will I see Heaven?
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09 April 2012 @ 11:33 pm
Happy birthday to me!

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05 April 2012 @ 10:58 am

April 8, the dead will rise at zombi_fic_ation

I'm doing it. Awwww yeah.
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