Tales From The Recesses of my Mind

This is a fic I started back in, like, sometime last summer. End of June, maybe? Whoa.

Anyway, I finally finished it!



Title: Overlook This Taint
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: Hard R.
Pairing: Kirk/OC, Kirk/Spock
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or anything to do with it.
Notes: Written for the (now closed) Star Trek XI kink meme here for a certain awesome person. ILU BB, and sorry for taking, like, half a year. <3 THIS IS NOT A HAPPY FIC.
Summary: Spock finds Kirk, tortured and bloodied, on a hostile planet, and fights to put him back together--and survive amidst those who want them both dead--with no hope of escape.
Warnings: ( cut for triggers, spoilers )

( Begin )

I typed up a transcript of the part of the radio show. I can't tell the difference between the voices, and some of the person-shifts may be incorrect, but it's still word-for-word (or near as hell) what was said.


( Transcript! )

Last night I emailed the assholes I mentioned in my last post, and this afternoon I got a response:

They're NOT a woman just because they lop their penis off. Sorry. Not a pregnant man if you still have ovaries and a uterus.....you're a pregnant WOman. Sorry. Just the truth. I have a Steelers jersey on today, and it doesn't make me a football player. They DO exist, but they exist as whatever sex they were born into.....again, sorry....the truth.

WHAT THE FUCK. I'm sending a reply; I'll let you know if anything comes of it.

WARNING: DISCUSSION OF SELF-MUTILATION

A couple weeks ago, WalesOnline posted this story about a 61-year-old transwoman who performed a sex change on herself after being told she'd have to wait two years for reassignment surgery. That's not the rage.

The morning show of my local alternative radio station (105.7 The Point out of St. Louis, MO http://www.1057thepoint.com/) got a hold of it. The podcast is here and the story starts at 25:30.

The hosts were fairly neutral through the telling of the story, claiming they don't have an issue with SRS, and aside from the snide laughter I started thinking they might get through the whole thing okay.

Shows what I know.

( cut for language and rage-inducing quotes )

MP3 version because the other thing will probably disappear tomorrow:

woody&rizzuto8.27.09.mp3 -

Title: The Dangers of Guests
Fandom: Star Trek XI / Fakenews
Rating: PG
Pairing: "Stephen"/Jon mentioned
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or anything to do with it. Stephen belongs to himself, and this pretty obviously never happened. Also, I don't own the person at the end.
Notes: Written for the Star Trek XI kink meme here.
Summary: "Stephen" steals a time machine and hops into the future. Shenanigans on the Enterprise ensue.

( You mean I'm on Star Trek? )

Dear RTD,

This mix is for you. For all the fans. It's not very good (first time making a mix *runs*), and I'm half-asleep, and it's four thirty in the bloody morning, but it was cathartic. :)



(Spoilers in my notes and the comments and probably in the songs, too)

( THIS IS FOR YOU, ALL OF YOU )

Title: Think but this, and all is mended.
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: I think the events of COE 4 are proof enough I don’t own Torchwood.
Notes: SPOILERS. LOTS OF THEM. FOR COE DAY 4. Also, living on the wrong side of the pond, I haven’t seen Day 5 yet. This would’ve been up sooner but I had work.
Summary: SPOILERS FOR CHILDREN OF EARTH DAY FOUR. SPOILERS. LOTS OF THEM.

( I’M NOT KIDDING ABOUT THE MASSIVE SPOILERS )

Title: Morsel
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Spaceworm
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or anything to do with it.
Notes: Written for the st_xi_kink meme here.
Summary: Kirk is eaten whole and alive by a spaceworm.
Warnings: Vore (I am so going to hell)

( an inconsequential lump of rock... )

Title: In Which Kirk Is, For Once, (Almost) Blameless
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG, I guess.
Pairing: K/S sorta
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or anything to do with it.
Notes: Fuck yeah kinkmeme fic! here
Summary: After Spock inadvertently insults a new species, he and Kirk are forced to get married.
Warnings: None

( just a misunderstanding )

Title: Like A Supernova
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: R for themes. Also, my smut button seems to be broken.
Pairing: None... Kirk/Bones implied, sort of.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or anything to do with it.
Notes: Another for the kinkmeme (prompt here)
Summary: NuKirk sees a recording his Prime-self made and freaks out about getting old.
Warnings: Angst. Dark. Not a happy ending.

( wasn't that unsettling? )

Title: the memories scarred and the vision is blurred
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: R for themes. No smut (sorry)
Pairing: K/S, sort of
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or anything to do with it.
Notes: So for the last week and a half, this kinkmeme prompt has been eating my brain: HERE. The title is from the Joy Division song From Safety to Where?
Summary: The prompt was Kirk/Spock, domestic discipline and service with added Aliens Made Them Do It and lots and lots of awkwardness.
Warnings: Domestic D/s. Spanking. There’s no smut (I tried, it wasn’t working).

( you know you could make it an order )

Last year, for my second semester of my senior year of high school, I took a Multicultural Literature course. One of the books we read was Memoirs of a Geisha. One of the assignments was to rewrite a scene from the POV of a different character.

This is the scene where the perspective character catches the awesome bitchy older girl with her boyfriend. Written from the boyfriend's perspective.

Most of the dialogue is from the book. Some isn't. I don't really remember which is which, but I think the last couple lines are me and everything else isn't. (Which was part of the assignment.)

(And yes, I totally turned this in. Got full marks, too. And managed to stun the class into silence, which never happens.)

( Until your heart stops beating... )

I may as well start posting fic here, since I've managed to stop writing RPS. (Well, mostly.)

Title: Can't Use It For That
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kirk/Spock implied, Kirk/McCoy mentioned, McCoy/Eomer
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: On shore leave, Kirk picks a station that has a new holographic projector installed in one of its rec rooms. McCoy plans.

( He probably should have expected that Jim would pick this particular station for shore leave )

I'm betting by tomorrow all your flists shall be spammed with this.

Don't care.










I believe this has changed my life. Not sure how yet. But it has.

Holy shit.

Ooh, I was discussing this with people... at some point in the past week... my memory's a bit shot.

I'd like to be cremated--on a funeral pyre, none of that stupid funeral home oven crap, thank you--and have my ashes launched into space. Ridiculously expensive, and possibly illegal, I know, but that's what I want.

So if I ever have enough money to do it, I will. Otherwise... yeah. Probably normal funeral. Although my ghost will HUNT YOUR ASSES DOWN if I even get a WHIFF of someone in a black mourning gown and veil. Seriously, people. Neon and glitter--is that so hard?

SO I ALREADY POSTED THIS ON rahmbamarama BUT IT NEEDS TO BE HERE TOO. IT NEEDS TO BE EVERYWHERE GODDAMN.



Parts 1-6 here

(Thanks to the person who posted this on my Facebook wall!)

SERIOUSLY DON'T CARE HE'S ALMOST GONE :D :D :D :D

WHOOOOOO *DANCES*

*apologies to people's flists*

IN 12 HOURS BARACK OBAMA WILL BE OUR PRESIDENT

ALL I CAN SAY IS

HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU GUYS :D

First snow yesterday.

Which means ice today.

Me and Ice do not go well together.

I slipped on the stairs coming out of the student commons. And fell. And now my laptop screen is all cracked. The computer itself works fine; the screen is just messed up. I'm taking it into the tech place after I finish breakfast.

Fucking. Hate. Winter.

Update: Called their help desk. Am hoping "slipped on ice" is covered by warranty/insurance. Unfortunately, repairs will apparently take 5-7 business days. Can't go that long without computer. Am next to incapable of taking notes by hand.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

So, I'm done.

Sort of.

I'm probably going to go in later and give everybody last names that they are always referred to by, just to get my wordcount up, because I am so freaking sick of this story. Seriously. It's become deathly dull and mostly consists of people walking around and thinking. I threw some zombies into the story in an attempt to make something happen, but half the characters decided they couldn't be bothered and decided to run away.

Which wasn't so difficult, because they were on horses and the zombies were of the slow variety.

Ah well.

And also, because I'm mental, I've ordered a Rahm Emanuel t-shirt off the internets.

And I'm back at school. What fun.