Gah. Want.

I'm sayin'.

Hmph. I didn't wanna have to write this myself.

Also? Why is there no good (or, why can't I find any good) Shiva/Canary?

Because good DCU slash is hard to find anyway, and comics fandom is largely populated with boys? I'll have to suggest that pairing to Te...

(Shrift, did you get the email I sent to the archive about changing my pen name, etc.? This isn't a poke, cos I know you have other things to do -- I just wanted to make surte it's not in a spam trap somewhere.)

Shrift, did you get the email I sent to the archive about changing my pen name, etc.?

Yep. Might be able to get to it tonight, in fact. I'll backfling an e-mail when you're all hooked-up.

Great. Thank you so much!

Has anyone had any experience/have any pointers about using mac.com to create a fic site? If so, would you mind contacting me at my profile addy?

Thanks!

(x-posted with Buffistechnology)

Maayan lied. World Without Milk isn't finished, but Limping Toward Bethlehem is. I haven't read it, looks like a post-ep for the Stargate season finale.

I just read it. It's very, very good. Well, I thought so, anyway. (And yes, it's a Lost City post-ep.)

?No? No? stop, stoppppp?. Don?t you dare to stop?Mykkkeeellll.?

This, in particular, is how I call to my friend Michael every day. He loves the long, drawn out bastardization of his name.

Michael smiled again as he licked incessantly now the clit that was rock hard, placing a magical finger to the stone he asked, “What is it, stop, go, tell me my love what is it that you want?” He was pushing hard on the pebble, making it go round and round and in and out, pinching, prodding, a wayward finger dipping repeatedly into the cave, followed rapidly by one or two more of the digit’s complaisant brothers.

Well, at least she isn't falling into cliched descriptions of female genitalia.

Eeeeps. I posted my first smut.

t runs around in circles, flapping her arms

Eeeps.

(Yes, yes, Dana and Shrift and Plei can all mock me. I know.)