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Wednesday, March 4th, 2009
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It all felt so surreal, like a bloody version of a dream about unicorns, dressed in rubber spikes and leather with latex trim. The beat pounded through the room, bodies jerking as if freshly dead. I watched Rigor Mortis set in, amongst the candy-coloured lights, and the sweet fog of the graveyard rolled over them all. She spun in their midst, playfully dancing amidst the carnage, oblivious to the zombified onlookers. Plastic dolls cackled their crow's squawk, chittering more to themselves than to each other. Liquid fire in their hands, though watered down to cancellation they pretended interest in the gyrating corpses, and she said to me, "Come with me, and I'll show you a macabre wonderland."
I took her hand, following her through a darkened hallway, between couples and triads of assorted pairings, in various states of sexual bliss. We came to a door, made of diamond plate steel, and airbrushed with gruesome patterns. She knocked on it, making a hollow echoing thump throughout the small vestibule we stood in, and a small panel in the door slid open to reveal a pair of blood-red eyes. She looked back at me and narrowed her own oculi. Whatever she was looking for, she must have found it, for she then turned back to the window and nodded. The panel slid shut with a clap, and the door opened. Stepping through the portal, I found myself on the precipice of hell.
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Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
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Peter shifted in his seat, squirming around, uncomfortable. He shot a sideways glance at the pretty blonde girl from his history class, Wendy, and smiled to himself. "What'd you do, anyways?" he whispered.
"I got caught looking at porn on the internet," Wendy stated simply, unapologetic. "It's not like anyone cares what I do at home, my stepdad sucks."
Peter filed away the new information about his classmate, and they both watched as a boy walked out of the office with his parents, and the next child in line stood and entered the principal's office. "Who's your stepdad?"
Wendy looked over at him. Peter was the cutest boy in school, all the girls thought so. But the rumors from last year had been Peter was gay. He only ever hung out with his best friend, Tink, and he was so aloof to the girls, that no one this year had bothered to approach him. "Capt James Hook, Neverland Police Force." Wendy recited the words as if she'd been taught them from birth.
Peter thought she probably had. "Ugh, rotten luck." He pulled a snickers bar out of his boot, and unwrapped it, holding it out towards Wendy. "Want some?" He smiled at her, and his cheeks dimpled, blue eyes twinkling.
Wendy smiled back. "Thanks." She reached over, grabbing hold of the chocolate bar, and twisted, breaking off a piece. "I'm not allowed to do anything in school, 'cause my stepdad doesn't actually watch me at home. The teachers are all trying to 'keep an eye on me', y'know? I hate it."
Peter nodded. "I can imagine. I don't have anyone watching over me, either. My dad died when I was little, and my mom abandoned me when I was an infant. I lived in a group home, but I hate it there so much, I just kind of stay with Tink and his grandmother."
Wendy nodded in sympathy. "That sounds crappy, I'm sorry. At least you have Tink now, right?" Wendy's tone attempted to lead Peter to discuss the two of them.
"Yeah, Tink's my best friend. He knows all my secrets." Peter grinned, and looked Wendy in the eyes, biting into his candy bar. "And nah, I'm not going out with him."
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Title: Welcome Home
Author: Rick MacLeod
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: NC-17 – R; FRAO
Summary/Prompt: Dawn and Buffy getting along, Faith's motorcycle, Andrew baking; no character bashing or all human AU.
Spoilers: everything through to “Touched” in S7, although this is pretty AU
Disclaimer: Genius: (gēn-yüs) n: Someone who is the best in their field; Someone who has knowledge beyond the comprehension of his peers; Joss Whedon.
Author's Notes: For ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kellyhk’s ficathon; written for globalfruitbat.
Feedback: Always, keeps the juices flowin’.
Distribution: Want...Ask...Have. Archived at http://rickmacleod.bravehost.com
( Welcome Home )
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Thursday, March 15th, 2007
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Title: Funny The Things You Find On A Computer.
Author: Rick MacLeod
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clex, Chlana
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I am not Siegel or Schuster, or the producers of Smallville. Don’t sue please.
Author’s note: This is one half of a bunny I had. Thanks to moosesal, it’s come to fruition.
( Read more... )
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Saturday, November 4th, 2006
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( Sanctuary: Tales of a Quest For Peace )
So, I'm at 1600 words, but it's only November 4th, so I think I'm doing okay. Not at 10,000 like some people, but it's not a competition in my view, it's motivation.
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| Time: | 10:18 pm. |
| Music: | Poe. |
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Title: Ashes to Ashes
Author: Rick MacLeod
Pairing: None, however implied Willow/Tara
Rating: NC-17 for language and adult themes
Summary: A sequel to bellatemple’s fic, “Tangent”. Done in POV, with a quick shift to 3rd person.
Spoilers: Everything up to and including “Seeing Red”, as well as Donnie Darko the movie.
Disclaimer: Not only do I not own ‘em, I don’t even own the twisted ‘verse I’m playing in. Much love to bellatemple, Joss Whedon, and Richard Kelly.
Author's Notes: I had the honor of having bellatemple herself read her crossover fic, “Tangent” to me, and I cried so hard, I knew I’d fallen in love. This is my unworthy attempt at playing in her fanon. Also, there are a couple of different endings. I’m not sure which one works better, so let me know.
Feedback: PLEASE!?!? I’ve never followed-up anyone else before, I could really use some concrit on this.
Distribution: Want...Ask...Have. Archived at http://rickmacleod.bravehost.com
( Ashes to Ashes )
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Title: The New Teach(1/?)
Author: Rick MacLeod
Pairing: who knows?
Rating: I only write it, I’ve got no clue. G in this chapter.
Summary: Hogwarts’ newest Defense against the Dark Arts teacher…and her naughty students.
Spoilers: Probably everything up to HP+THBP, and all of BtVS till S7, Angel to S5.
Disclaimer: Genius: (gēn-yüs) n: Someone who is the best in their field; Someone who has knowledge beyond the comprehension of his peers; Joss Whedon. JKR is a goddess, and together, Joss and Jo have created the world.
Author's Notes: hehe. I smoosh.
Feedback: Concrit is love.
Distribution: Want...Ask...Have. Archived at http://rickmacleod.bravehost.com
( She did what? )
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Saturday, June 24th, 2006
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| Time: | 1:38 am. |
| Mood: |  aggravated. | | Music: | my family around me. |
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TITLE: Leap of Faith
AUTHOR: Rick MacLeod
DISCLAIMER: I’m not Michael Stipe, nor anyone connected with the movie Saved! I just love the characters, and these bunnies wouldn’t leave me alone.
FANDOM: Saved!
PAIRING: Mary/Cassandra
RATING: PG, actually.
SUMMARY/PROMPT: Set during Mary and Cassandra’s talk in the bathroom
SPOILERS: Anything in the movie Saved!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is AU, obviously. All Dialogue is from the movie Saved!
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated.
DISTRIBUTION: Want...Ask...Have. Archived at http://rickmacleod.bravehost.com
( I can't believe I actually wrote this )
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Monday, January 2nd, 2006
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| Time: | 4:01 am. |
| Mood: | despondent. |
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I don't know what the fuck to do. There's this person who's telling me he loves me, yes that's right, he, and I don't love him the same way, I'm fully aware of that...see, he's a transman, or genderqueer, or something...anyhow, I might have been flirtily interested, but that was pretty much all it was...i mean, come on...just because i might be attracted to someone or something, doesn't mean i'm going to marry them or something...he's just plain creeping me out at this point...
in other news, I'm still not over her. gods, how I wish I was, but i'm not...and it still hurts a whole hell of alot...i mean, come on...she said she loved me...i read on the confessions on the amber board that the guy she was dating dumped her for a patient on the ward he worked on...can you believe that shit? i mean, jeezus...I wouldn't have done some shit like that...
and then there's this one...*rolls eyes* what the fuck am I going to do about this now? I am clearly falling for her...but it's a good, slow, clear-headed falling...if that makes any kind of sense at all...and tonight when she hung up, she said, "okay, i'll call you in an hour...love..." and I was all, "what'd you say?" because I was positive I'd heard wrong...and she paused, and said, "I said, love" and I was all, "oh, okay, well...love" and we hung up...and I think she was just trying to say it for the first time, y'know? like best friends tell each other they love them...I tell her I love her all the time...but she's never said it...and Bellz and Sarah have said it to me...so I think it was that, but what if it wasn't? i'm trying not to let myself get out of hand, because I don't want this to turn into something like what happened in paragraph 2, but somehow i don't think it would no matter what...
my heart hurts so much the past few...I miss Kris, I wish I could meet Kait, *takes deep breath and sighs* but y'know? Danny's there now. finally. and things sound like they might work...hopefully.
i keep getting surprises, and i don't like surprises, but i'm going to keep my eyes on the prize, and hope for the best, knowing and having faith (no pun) that the goddess won't let me down...this is our time, and she'll help us out.
*shrug*
Tara Lynn MacLeod
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Thursday, September 29th, 2005
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in other news...
I've decided to fuck with my gender identity again. I've said fuck it, and become genderqueer. I don't wanna just be a boy anymore.
I wanna be whatever I wanna be...whenever I wanna be it...and y'know? I feel freer. i feel awesome.
I actually feel good. and I think I've figured out the issues I was having with jaysun, over sex and such, and it's related to my gender. See, i'm long overdue to "be a chick" for awhile...problem is, i'm hard wired to where I CANNOT ABSOLUTELY CANNOT be a chick, when i'm with a guy. and Jaysun's a guy.
I've felt a little more femme lately, and I guess that's the problem...it 100% explains the way I feel when we try to be intimate...like I want to run...and now that I figured it out, and have made this decision, I feel like I can be with him again...now I'm not ignoring that part of me, well...i can promise that part, that i'll do something for it specifically soon, but right now, it's boy time, so I can be with Jay.
*grins*
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I had a dream that just woke me up in a panic attack. I'm trying to record it before I forget too much of it.
I was in a hotel somewhere in the middle of nowhere with my parents.*I never really saw them, I just knew they were there.* It was raining hard, and the surrounding areas were going to flood. Kris was nearby, at a church, or school, or something to that effect, running a program for children...and it was in one of the valleys, where it was going to flood. I remember someone else from the place she was came up to the hotel, and told me she'd been warned, and they were bringing all the children to the hotel. I nodded, relieved, and walked inside the hotel...I was wearing tan timberland boots, baggy black jeans, and the hoodie Kris gave Faith, only it was black. I think I may or may not have been wearing a black baseball cap. I remember the boots, because they were squishing when I walked, from the rain...also...of note to some...I was wearing socks...*nod* anyhow, the hotel turned into a hospital, then a baby store of some kind, while I was walking the corridor, looking for the bathroom, so I could take a hot bath...I felt a pain in my chest, and woke up, realizing I was having a panic attack.
Now, all of this, follows this day:
I got some guy named Carlos's mass card sent to me in the mail...and since, it's just not been good...I've had the worst cramps of my life, then tried to sleep, and woke up from an ill omened dream with a panic attack...calmed down, then when I showed my mom what I got in the mail, I got a second panic attack.
I don't know what's going on, but things are going missing in my house, too...stuff my dad needs for work, and a cordless phone that jaysun threw away, isn't in the trash where he put it. The puzzle that's hanging on my wall, keeps falling down...and it's up on the wall WITH DUCT TAPE.
*shakes head* I have baaaaaaaaaad feelings about this.
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Saturday, September 10th, 2005
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So last night I dreamt I was at a Ren Faire of sorts, and there was a magician there...I went into an arcade, and put a whole shitload of quarters into a video game, and won $5000 dollars. Sitting back at the Ren Faire, I apparently kept pestering the magician to teach me, but he wouldn't...finally his sister(or was she his wife? i dunno)comvinved him to teach me...so he begins not only teaching me, but giving me supplies...he still wouldn't teach me the one thing I wanted to learn: how to become invisible...the "potion" he taught me how to make dyed my hair pinkish magenta...and all of a sudden my hair was pinkish magenta, white and black...i looked like an 80's rocker...but it didn't make me invisible...then I woke up.
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Tuesday, September 6th, 2005
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Just to give credit where it's due, Tara wrote the majority of Black Cherry, below...
I wrote some of it...but Tara wrote most of it.
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Title: Black Cherry
Author: Rick MacLeod
Pairing: Faith/Cordelia
Rating: NC-17
Dedication: electra126
Prompt: Reference to Faith’s crush on Buffy, dark lipstick.
Summary: Faith muses on misplaced lust.
Spoilers: None, although set around S3.
Disclaimer: Genius: (gēn-yüs) n: Someone who is the best in their field; Someone who has knowledge beyond the comprehension of his peers; Joss Whedon.
Author's Notes: Faith’s POV
Distribution: Want...Ask...Have. Archived at http://rickmacleod.bravehost.com, and on st_bastard on Livejournal. Written for the Cordy round on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) femslash_minis
( Black Cherry )
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Sunday, August 28th, 2005
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So I'm dreaming about Karyn again...Not a goddamn fucking clue why, but I do kinda know what this one was alluding to, I guess...
I was here, and she was here, only it wasn't here...we were hanging out, and my apartment was kind of set up like it used to be...anyhow, we were hanging out, and the doorbell rings...it's Chula, and she wants to know if I wanna smoke...She tells me she's got a pound(OMG)of Pot...so I look over at Karyn, and I'm like, "do you smoke?" and she's all, "sure, why not"...so we go get stoned, but I didn't dream the 'getting' part, just the being stoned part...and there's this flying cockroach in the hallway...I dunno WHERE that came from...anyhow...so she and I look at each other, and she says "we need to get going"...so we go inside, and I pack, because apparently, she's only here to pick me up, and take me back to LA. I dunno why. So we arrive at the airport in LA, and Danny's there for some god-known reason...and I'm looking out over LA, and I see the smog, and it like, horrifies me for some reason. then we're driving, and pull in by an apartment building, and then we're in this apartment. I'm lying in a bed, and she's lying next to me, wearing pajamas. we're lying really close, but not doing anything...then there was this thing about underwear, i don't really remember it...so yeah...no clue.
I think it had to do with that movie thing she mentioned in her journal, and parts of it from last night...cos Dad gave Stephania a melvin...but I dunno what the other parts were about...*shrug*
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Monday, August 15th, 2005
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| Time: | 12:39 pm. |
| Mood: |  accomplished. |
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Title: Second Thoughts
Author: Rick MacLeod
Pairing: Faith/Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Summary/Prompt: For fluffybkitty, who requested Season 7, Faith babysitting Dawn against her wishes, and a blackout, but no Dawn fangirling Faith or BDSM.
Spoilers: Everything up till “The Killer in Me”
Disclaimer: Genius: (gēn-yüs) n: Someone who is the best in their field; Someone who has knowledge beyond the comprehension of his peers; Joss Whedon.
Author’s Notes: The only thing that’s changed here, is Dawn has stayed home to research the First.
Feedback: Please? I know I’m a horrible writer, but still…
Distribution: Want...Ask...Have. Archived at http://rickmacleod.bravehost.com
( Second Thoughts )
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mostly because Karyn's not on this friend's list...
but I had this dream...this morning, and in it, I was in a club, with Dire Wolf and Lil Debi, and Karyn was there... we were making out all hot and heavy, and in the corner was this bed...me and Karyn got into bed under the covers and continued to make out, and then Debi was poking me, trying to get my attention. When I crawled out, and Karyn crawled out from behind me...and Malea was standing there, with a backpack on her shoulder, looking from me to Karyn and back. I asked her what she was doing there, and she said she hadn't heard from me in a couple of days, and was worried, so she drove back to see if I was okay. I remember feeling really torn, because for some reason I really felt like I loved Karyn(who had now turned into Kennedy). I woke up to Faith and Liz laughing at me...Grr
Tara Lynn MacLeod
Pack Collective
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it's fucked. I shouldn't have to worry about her seeing this post, but I do anyway. We're all sitting here in the front room, because I want to and everyone else wants to post about Alana being here, but we're wary of Lynnette seeing this somewhere. We don't want her to freak out, least of all Alana. But nonetheless, she's here. She came to us almost a month and a half ago, and has been staying with Liz. I'm glad to have her around, I missed her, but it's weird...to have her here. I mean, she was out there, now she's in here.
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Saturday, June 18th, 2005
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I had a talk with her tonight I should have had a while ago, but for some reason tonight it came out. She told me a little bit ago that she wants me to ask her questions, she wants to be able to talk about it with me. But I've been afraid to talk about it. Until tonight. after we talked some, she told me that if I have questions, which we both know I do, to ask. no matter what they are, and she'll answer them.
And I want to. I want to ask her alot of questions.
but I don't know what to ask.
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| Time: | 4:57 am. |
| Mood: | pissed off. |
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it never seems to end. i'll leave it at that, for all you people who will take the full story to mean sadness and pain in my life, even though it's not my problem. it really sucks I can't post even here anymore without censoring myself, to appease the masses...i mean, I created this journal, because I didn't feel I could be completely uncensored in ricktboy and now, I'm censoring myself here. grr.
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confused.
anxious.
contemplative.