Pingvineriburk

Ok, so this is my G/A Secret Santa which is, unfortunately, late. I have like tons of stupid reasons for this, most of which involve a f*ucked up LJ or gingerbread houses. Really.
The most true one though is that I'm an ass who can't seem to get anything done until the last second, which is also why this is un-betad.
I'm really, really sorry about both of these.



So this is my fic for lilmoonbunny16</lj>who wanted a sick or hurt George and who didn't want Mer/Der (Who can blame her?) or a break-up. I hope you enjoy it.



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Merry Christmas!

Another short fic.

Giles/Ethan, from Giles' POV. 1016 words.


( Falling is not physics, it is chemistry )



Thanks to toestastegood for betaing, you're a real doll for helping me.

Ok, so I'm going to try this cut thing, lets hope it works.

A short Grey's Anatomy fic. George/Alex, from George's POV.

Edit: Forgot to thank my wonderful beta toestastegood, so thank you.

( The musings of George... )

Well, that's it for now, but I think there might be more coming, of this and some other stuff.

I'm on sibling-watch and they're having a sleep-over. There's kids everywhere, well, there was but they're all out buying candy now. Not sure if that was a great idea though, the only thing worse than an apartment full pf kids is an apartment full of hyperactive kids... Too late now though.

Still can't figure out how to do that neat link thingie but thought I'd screw it and post that darn fic anyway. My first finished fic, done in a haste and it pro'ly shows... It's all Molly's.


Here goes nothing...

( Onwards! )


Edit: ...Figured out the cut thing...

Ok, so this is the Valentines fic I did for MLD, I gave it to her but she was a doll and told me to put it anywhere I wanted to, it was mine after all. (I'll tell her it's all hers *after* I've posted it :P)

... well it would be here if I knew how to post it without having to post it all in the actual posting... make any sense? Help, please?

~Steph

Have you ever noticed how you get the most done when you have something very important to do? Like when you're having guests and really, really have to clean you somehow manage to do all those homework you haven't done all week, or when you really have to do homework you manage clean your room and alphabetize all your DVD:s. Well, first you manage to draw for the first time in a month, then you manage to have that coffee with your friends which you've been too busy to have, then you suddenly have an urge to update your LJ, *then* you clean and alphabetize your DVD:s.

I am drowning in homework, which, I have just realized, thanks to the wonders of avoidance, won't be done until the very last second. My English paper will pro'ly be written during the break before class and I'll pro'ly get the highest grade anyway. Not to brag or anything but my school really doesn't have that high standards... not in English anyway. Not in the only thing I'm actually good at, just my luck, ey?


I'm trying to finish up some fics I have lying about, but I never get to it. Shit, I'm hopeless. A slacker through and through.

~Steph

Lookie! I made a fancy page. Kind of anyway. I'm not sure 'bout the coloring... I would have liked to have it turned out a bit more on the maroon side... well, one can't always have what one wishes.

I'm thinking 'bout putting up the fic I made Molly for Valentines, going to ask her if I can. It'd be my first ever fic on the net, which is kind of appropriate as it was my first ever finished fic (I am not as committed as one might expect a person to be). It's flimsy little story but I'm rather fond of it.
I'll ask ms. Molly.

~Stephanie

Oh, if someone feels inclined to help one in need out, how do I get a fancy page like all the cool kids?

~Steph

Hullo.

This is my first ever journal post here. It'll pro'ly never be read by anyone and that makes me feel sort of like everything else today has, totally indifferent and near tear because of it. Not actually in tears though as that would acquire some kind of real emotion and those seem to have been eloping me for some time now. All except bitterness. Did you know that bitterness has the voice of Alan Rickman?
Now, I have been lying a bit, but that's ok, as I'm the only one who's ever going to read this (and possibly Iflie, if she gets passed the boredom of the first few lines). I said I has been indifferent to everything today and that is not completely true, school was quite nice actually (and soon Jesus will be healing blind children in Africa). A classmate of mine was back, he was sick all last week, and that kind of brightened my day. We haven't known each other for long and only through school but there's an easy familiarity between us which kind of grounds me, keeps e from wallowing in my self-inflicted misery.

Anyway, to get to the sole purpose of this post; Molly, a net-friend of mine from RS, came to visit me a few weeks ago. We had a great time, or at least I thought so :P. She was a tad late due to traffic, which might have been fortunate as there was no real time to be uncomfortable. She showed up, we dumped her things, and then had to go straight to my friends "gig" (it was a school thing). It was all rather nice and Molly got to meet all of my friends kind of at the same time, which must have freaked her out. Somehow dinner was forgotten in all this and the milkshakes from McDonalds were a poor substitute.
When we got home we started watching movies and eating candy but the movies were soon forgotten as neither of us would shut up. (I'm starting to notice a distinct writing pattern here... I think I've read one too many fics and completely forgotten the art of diary writing.)Then the wee lass has the nerve to try to tell me that Lucius Malfoy and Captain Hook are the same guy and even though I patiently told her that they couldn't possibly be as Lucius is blond while Hook is most definitely not, and besides, Hook has a moustache, Lousius would *never* have a moustache, she wouldn't budge on the matter. Still claims she's right the brat. I don't care what he internet say, I am *always* right, she should know that by now, and I told her as much. She laughed.

Notice that we still haven't had anything decent to eat. We feel asleep sometime after me giving her the Harry and Draco dolls (unfortunately sans clothing *grin*) I had been working on for her and she gave me this nice sketch she'd done of me as a duck and her as a cat and her completely (I seem to like this word) ignoring my many attempts at getting her to ask to see my drawings.

We had breakfast when we woke on Saturday, as responsible people should do, and then went for a stroll which ended up at a café with the two of us nurturing cups of ridiculously expensive hot chocolate.
We then found ourselves at my friends place, me doing her dishes and Molly babbling 'bout me looking like a fallen angel (this may be taken out of context, but I take no responsibility for that).
More pretty girls arrived and we had the ultimate musical evening, although the only musical we actually watched as Hair... But we did eat a hell of a lot of candy, which makes up for the lack of tiny singing people. Note how we had had neither lunch nor dinner.
It somehow all ends with too many girls and too few beds but somehow we all manage anyway. We wake up all too late to be having breakfast but, as young people are wont to do, have it anyway.

And then, somehow, the weekend is over and I have to watch her pack up Börje *sniff* and leave.

~Steph, who is owed 5 kronor by a guy in her class 'cause she managed to work in the words "polkagris" and "hate Flanders" in her school thingie. I am mighty pround.