was rps, now is not. mostly.

To make up for being such a bore the last--God, month? I've been grumpy for a *month*? Jeez. Porn needed, stat.

Okay, here's the thing. I'm *pretty sure* I wrote this. But I could be wrong, because *five years*. Circa 2001-2002. If you were on AIM or Yahoo with me and recognize this? Leap up and claim. If not, I'll be forced to assume that yes, I wrote it, and wow, did I epically forget a segment of my fannish life.

Also, I'm pretty sure this is the one I emailed to spike21 ten million years ago, maybe? Oooh, she would know for sure! There's at least one more or two of these fics in my folder, but one involves raw meat and I--raw meat? I don't even know how to put that into context.

ETA - ID'ed!

Okay, removed--isilya is mostly sure it was someone else who wrote it. I'm tending to agree on this one, if for no other reason than I seirously *do not remember* writing this.

I'm actually finding this comforting, becuase that oculd mean the raw meat one? Is not mine. Hmm.

yay new stories!

So a hundred million years ago, talitha78 gave me Gravitation and I read them and bought up to current at the time, book eight. Then I loaned them to a friend I was trying to ease into slash, along with Queer as Folk (you'd be surprised how often that combination works. I kind of want to wager that Brian Kinney and Yuki have some kind of magnetic force going on; I am tempted to try it on comic fanboy friends). But anyway, then I changed fandoms and other stuff and I went shopping (please never ask how I ended up in Macy's) and was wandering through Borders....

And there, there is Gravitation, ,10-12, plus some other stuff. To be safe, I picked up everything labeled Gravitation and stared with wide eyed sincerity at the clerk while clutching my new bathing suit.

Note: Took me two page to remember how to read the damn things.

But whee! I FORGOT HOW ADORABLE SHUICHI IS! AND DEAR GOD HE IS WEARING AN OUTFIT I SWEAR MY SISTER GOT FOR MY NIECE! LIFE PRETTY!

I think I am reacting toward Marvel now. I had an insane desire to buy a lot of manga. Even the stuff that vaguely freaks me out.

Part 1: Child:

Okay, question. Child was sorting through the shelves blindly and managed, somehow, to pull out two things that were so painfully inappropriate he watched me in displeasure while I giggled on the floor. What's a good title? I did a fast sort of what was available and most of it seemed good but I'd rather pre-read it quickly so when he tries to explain the plot (and he *will*), I'll be able to follow along. He tends away from anything relationshippy and toward things that go boom.

Yes, he and I have a lot in common.

Very very very light romance of either type is fine, but honestly? He'll *skip* it. I need to find him, like, The Really Awesome Advetures of a Boy and His Iguana or something. If I could draw, I'd totally do it for him.

No rush; currently I have him on a reading schedule with The Chronicles of Narnia (four chapters daily). I just want to variate his reading a bit so he doesn't realize this is actually supposed to improve his vocabulary and reading skills, and he's already suspicious when he saw the box set says "Classic" on the front. Why I let him see the box I have no idea.

In closing: Yay Shiuchi! Currently getting scary notes from Reiji! Yuki being Yuki!

AlsO: Belladonna, sequel to Sebastian, the incubus one by Anne Bishop? Pretty good, but not as good as the first. But lots of worldbuilding and pretty fascinating way the world works.

Also, God, how can anyone write so much about sex and have almost none????? GOD WOMAN INCUBUS AND GORGEOUS WOMAN AND MYSTERIOUS HOT GUY. IT IS NOT THAT HARD.

If someone isn't fanficing her somewhere, they *should* be. I have never read any books that need the PWP supplement more. Seriously.

gravitation = awesome

I just want to say:

No where in any fandom ever has anyone ever gone after anyone in a giant flying panda.

Manga beat us for the crack.

I have never been so ashamed of us. *sad*

Flying. Panda.

*shakes head* Bowing before the freaking master here.