And there aren't restrictions but I think all people wish there were a few.
My pairing is Bill/Sam, from True Blood.
Author: Rochelle B
Spoilers: Everything, not including the ‘Kali’ stuff.
Pairings: Henry/OMC and Ashley/Kate. I think. Also one sided Henry/Ash and Henry/Kate and some Ashley/OMC for good measure.
Un-beated, but if anyone out there is offering…
Summary: Obsession is like love, only dark, twisted, and oh so wrong…so really, nothing like love. Ashley isn’t dead and Henry should be thrilled but the newest Sanctuary resident is all he can think about.
Rating: Nc-17. This will eventually get dirty. Yay.
Warnings: Boys touching Boys, language, violence, blood, kink, and gore. This is a dark story and I’m pretty sure there will not be a happy ending. Oh, and longness. If you aren’t prepared for something vaguely epic please exit now.
Notes: I’m not exactly sure what brought this story on, except maybe the brain damaged caused by going through high school almost too drunk to function. You’d think four years later my brain would have pulled itself out of that strange dark place but you’d be wrong.
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In other news I am offically in love. I bought a Netbook and it is the best thing ever!!!! No more sharing the computer for me. :) Now if I could just learn to type on it efficantly. I'm sure with practice I'll be a pro.
I'm not upset about the tooth, for the record. I'm upset because I haven't had a drink or popped a pill in almost five years and now I've taken a vic and have some rum on standby just in case. I don't know how else to get the tooth out without passing out from the pain before I get it out.
I wish I was canadian.
Why people hurt other people. My father died yesterday. Someone shot him and stole his truck. They killed him over a stupid truck, of all things. They left him to bleed to death in the cold, wet street with no reguard for who he was or what he was leaving behind. I am not an angry or hateful person by nature, my dad used to make fun of the fact I always seemed to be happy no matter what was going on, but I honestly believe I hate the person who did this. Hate them so much that I want them dead, honest to god dead, and I hope their family feels the pain that my family feels.
It is not right that some faceless person should be able to change the lives of so many without a thought.
He was a good man, who loved me and my siblings like we were his chldren and treated me better than my biological or an man my mother dated before did. He did things for us, made time for us, and did whatever we needed without question or hesitation. It hurts so bad and I feel like its some fucked up joke and he's going to come walking into the room laughing any mnute now but at the same time I know he's not. There will be no more jokes or stupid stories or goofiness. He isn't going to play with his daughter anymore, or smile at my mother, and we won't have our talks as he drives me to work anymore. It's all just...gone. He's gone and that is so wrong.
I can't sleep or eat or even talk to anyone else without wanting to cry. I think I'll spend the rest of the night on ONTD where I don't have to think or feel or be apart of this strange, dark, wrong world. Maybe tomorrow everything will be back the way I know it is supposed to be.
Author: Rochelle B
Characters/Pairings: All sorts! Cable/Wade for sure, Tony/Steve, Peter/MJ (I list this because it is no longer cannon) and other stuff once I figure out where I’m taking this crazy train.
Summery: Another ultimately evil force has hit the 616 and it’s up to Deadpool to stop it! Well…the Avengers, X-Men, and others are there but mostly Deadpool. And Cable. And Nate Grey. But still, mostly Deadpool.
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Anyway, the Navy. I liked it. I should go back.
Anyway, I got a slightly cranky boyfriend (Dana. You'd be cranky if your name was Dana and you were like, 6'3" and very male.) a slightly cool job (amusement parks!) and no direction in like. I like to write and indulge in pointless celeb gossip. I'm planning to go to nursing school eventually. (WiP, for reals)
That, I guess, is all.