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hoosierbitchDID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT THERE ARE REAL LIVE CACTUSES IN THE DESERT? LIKE, FOR REAL?
*stares out the window*
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In more serious news: It seems like a lot of folks are having a rough time right now. Maybe it's because the weather's changing, maybe because it's the end/beginning of semesters, or maybe it's because sometimes life just kicks you in the balls/ovaries for no reason at all.
So if you've been having a crap day/week/month/year/life, or are expecting to go through a rough/busy/depressing/stressful/unpleasant time sometime soon, you should request a fic from me. Even if all that's happened is that you stubbed your toe--which can suck, especially if it's your little toe, because then you feel like a bully--you should request something. Think of it as a hug-substitute (because if we were close together, I would hug you, because I am huggy. Also if we were close together you too would be in the DESERT where there are CACTUSES).
You can check my fandom tags for things I'm familiar with (and also add everything Jeremy Renner's ever done, and Parks & Rec). I'll write any pairings, ratings, and kinks. Request whatever would be the written equivalent of (vegetarian) chicken soup for your soul. I know it's not much, but I'd like to help if I can.
As always, anon commenting is enabled.
I adore you all! [Also I adore cactuses! But I like you guys more. Probably.]
♥
*stares out the window*
*
In more serious news: It seems like a lot of folks are having a rough time right now. Maybe it's because the weather's changing, maybe because it's the end/beginning of semesters, or maybe it's because sometimes life just kicks you in the balls/ovaries for no reason at all.
So if you've been having a crap day/week/month/year/life, or are expecting to go through a rough/busy/depressing/stressful/unpleasant time sometime soon, you should request a fic from me. Even if all that's happened is that you stubbed your toe--which can suck, especially if it's your little toe, because then you feel like a bully--you should request something. Think of it as a hug-substitute (because if we were close together, I would hug you, because I am huggy. Also if we were close together you too would be in the DESERT where there are CACTUSES).
You can check my fandom tags for things I'm familiar with (and also add everything Jeremy Renner's ever done, and Parks & Rec). I'll write any pairings, ratings, and kinks. Request whatever would be the written equivalent of (vegetarian) chicken soup for your soul. I know it's not much, but I'd like to help if I can.
As always, anon commenting is enabled.
I adore you all! [Also I adore cactuses! But I like you guys more. Probably.]
♥
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Date: 2012-05-24 12:41 am (UTC)BEHOLD MY POUT: :(
hoosier fix?
(dani likes smut. all smut. and science!)
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Date: 2012-05-24 10:51 pm (UTC)ALSO I ADORE YOU AND YOUR POUT.
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Date: 2012-05-24 11:07 pm (UTC)Failing that, you could write the Jim POV scene where after the release of some sort of contaminant on the Engineering deck, he spies Scotty streaking through the hallways in all of his glory and realizes that it's love at first swang ( Can we portmanteau swinging wang, or is that confusing?) ;)
fic: scrap metal [star trek: reboot, jim/scotty]
Date: 2012-05-25 04:55 pm (UTC)*
“What you fail to understand,” Scotty decides, turning his head to look at Jim’s face, “is that you are not a spaceship.” He’s a little bit drunk so there are two Jims. Both of them look smug. Bastards.
“I tried to fly once,” Jim says unhelpfully. He frowns. “It didn’t end well. It middled fantastically, though.”
“Were you building a personal flotation device? Because I tried that once. That didn’t end well either. Or middle well. Or begin well.”
“Nah,” Jim says, sagging against the wall of Scotty’s bunk like they were made for each other. “I drove a car off a cliff.”
“Jim.”
“Yes.”
“You are not a spaceship. You cannot fly. You cannot turn on shields. And, most importantly—if you break…”
Scotty’s spent the day up to his elbows in the engine. His forearms and fingers are covered in scattered burns that aren’t quite bad enough to warrant a trip to Medical. Jim’s got an arm in a cast, holding it immobile while the bones regrow. Apparently, shattered elbows are hard to recreate.
“I’ve got Bones to fix me,” Jim says.
“Yeah, well.” He shoves Jim’s shoulder lightly. “I’ll make you a better splint in the morning. Might allow for some movement while you heal.”
Jim leans against his side, their legs pressed against each other. “We survived another round,” he says quietly. “That counts for something, right?”
Jim is smart. Brilliant, maybe. But his brain works like a shuttle slapped together from spare parts in the salvage yard; Scotty’s pretty sure that a couple of blows in the right places will take him apart. Jim pretends that he’s the Enterprise, pretends that he’s invulnerable, that he can take every hit, protect everyone around him. There is one thing that Jim has in common with the Enterprise, but Scotty doesn't know if he'll ever learn that. They have the same crew, who will do anything to protect them.
“Shut up and go to sleep, you daft bastard.”
Jim grumbles at him, but eases himself down on his side. Scotty curls up behind him, putting his arm over Jim’s waist to keep from jarring Jim’s arm, to keep him still and safe while he sleeps.
Re: fic: scrap metal [star trek: reboot, jim/scotty]
Date: 2012-05-25 06:06 pm (UTC)I ADORE YOU AND YOUR NON PORN SCOTTY SCHMOOP AND FRAGILE GENIUS JIM <3
Also, the better splint that Scotty builds will totally have conveniently placed eyelets to serve as tie downs, right? You can still kink when injured, an engineer will find a way--that's what they do \o/