Title: The Life and Times of Milo Conchord
Part 1: Conception
Rating: Ranges from PG to R
Word Count: 2,404
Summary: The chronicles of Bret and Jemaine's son - from conception to adulthood.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot is all mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I actually wrote most of this a looooooong time ago but never posted it here/to the comm - so I thought I'd go ahead and finally share! ;) As always, one has to take this with a grain of salt and imagine this not only in a FOTC kind of world, but also a much nicer one, in which two men can chose to have a child and there not be so much, well, hassle.
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I plan on changing this LJ up a lot today - trying to clean it up. I even considered the idea of deleting it as I've been...restless. But, I don't know...there's a lot on here I want to keep, so I'm hoping just changing it will brighten my outlook.
So...changes, yay! ♥
Word Count: 8,987
Warnings: alcohol, mentions of sex, language, humor - yes, humor!
Pairing: Everyone/Everyone? But again, biggest focus on Sherlock/John and Lestrade/Molly
Summary: Lestrade's birthday party at a very farmiliar pub.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Author's Note: I wrote this for sherlockmas, so the link below will actually take you to the comm where it is posted - I'd like to keep all the comments on it in one place.
Pub Night II
Okay, so I'm slaving away on the sequel to 'Pub Night' which contains, horrors of humorous horrors, karaoke! I need a song for Lestrade to sing and am having...issues. Any ideas/suggestions? The idea is that he's actually a pretty damnably good singer. Granted, I have no idea if Rupert Graves is a good singer or not, but for the sake of laughter, in this story he's supposed to be pretty fantastic.
Also, to make up for the fact that all I am doing here is asking a question about one of my fics, here's something cool to make up for it:
Oh, Penny Arcade! ;p
I'm on my honeymoon! *snort* I am too excited for this! :DDDDDD
I've been very full of doubt as of late - mostly about my writing, which is frankly nothing new but lately it has been more tiring than usual.
I'm tired of having no confidence about it. I'm tired of thinking it's all no good and looking for reassurances. I want to do something about it, but I don't exactly know what to do other than to just solider through it. So, there's that.
I think a lot of it boils down to the fact that I feel like other people are far more confidant about what they produce and I'm just jealous. I wish they bottled things that would stabilized my emotions and make me better. I want a pint of self confidence, a couple pills of intelligence, and a good spoonful of not-caring-what-other-people-think-to-a-c
And I know there is some claptrap about how self-improvement can only come from yourself or something and it's not that I don't have the motivation for that, so much as I don't know where to start. Not to mention that the more dry parts of my personality are in complete protest at the 'huggy, Disneyesque you're special, believe it!' message.
Ehhhhh - it's just one of those things.
I'm basically posting this to get it out of me, as it's been sitting on my chest a long time and I simply need to toss it off, if that makes sense.
LET'S MAKE UP FOR THE BLAHNESS OF THE POST WITH SOMETHING COOL, EH?
I love finding gorgeous photography. I have a whole folder on my computer dedicated to it. Wouldn't it be amazing to be in a room like that?
Word Count: 4,426
Warnings: Unabashedly fluffy - FLUFFY TO THE MAX.
Summary: Sherlock and John end up with a kitten. Humor and fluff ensue.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Author's Note: For some reason I have the most fun writing fluff for a show that is far from fluffy. A warning that the end here is a bit cracked. Actually, the whole thing can probably be considered crackish. But hopefully still fun to read. Also, be on the look out for a 'Community' joke! If you spot it, let me know!
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