NCIS - McGee/Tony, Ziva/Abby, Kate/Abby
House - Thirteen/Cuddy, Wilson/Kutner
Torchwood - Ianto/Owen, Suzie/Everyone (FTAngst!), Ianto/John
Criminal Minds - Reid/Morgan, Morgan/Hotch, JJ/Garcia
Supernatural - Dean/Castiel
Ugly Betty - Alexis/Gio
Daria - Jane/Daria
I'm going to make myself stop there.
UPDATE: Oh, wait. No I'm not.
Dexter - Masuka/Debra, Masuka/Batista, Masuka/LaGuerta .... Masuka/everyone, because I love him. He's such a bizarre little creep.
Futurama - Kif Kroker/Zapp Brannigan
Firefly - Mal/Simon, River/Kaylee, Jayne/River
Merlin (Yes. I too have succumbed) - Merlin/Arthur
Farscape - Chiana/Jool, Stark/Zhaan
Stargate SG-1 - Jack/Daniel
Stargate Atlantis - Sheppard/McKay, Sheppard/Teyla/Ronon, McKay/Zelenka, McKay/Carson
'Kay, I'm done.
Being Human - George/Mitchell, Annie/Mitchell
Angel - Doyle/Corelia
If I start on Lord of the Rings, this will never end.
*Jabs finger in direction of userpic*
I finally worked out how to make an animated icon! It is so fucking easy (she says after tearing out half her hair in frustration).
Victory is so mine.
Now, I just have to make a pretty one with images that haven't been nicked from Windows or whoever provides the pics that come with your computer.
Thank you, www.online-image-editor.com!!!
Russian bots is gun nao?
This post probably looks a bit odd without an explanation ... it was sort of a test. I was getting random friendings from the cursed russian bots, so followed skellerbvvt 's example and private-locked everything. Few days ago I posted this unlocked entry to see if I would get inundated with more random friendings from the 'bots again.I didn't, so things are cool.
I did change my username just in case (goodbye, serenityjane!) but since I elected that everyone trying to go to my old journal gets redirected to my new one, it probaby won't have any affect.
It's an AU, which explores what would have happened if, in Season One, Ianto and Tosh had been sent back in time to World War One and the 'Kiss the Boys Goodbye' dance, instead of Tosh and Jack.
It's not in chronological order, which dismays my slightly obsessive-compulsive brain (which insists that everything must be in order, damn it all, and chaos theory can go fuck itself provided it can maintain a stable structure for long enough), but it's wonderful, regardless.
- Current Mood: satisfied
Pairing: Tosh/Owen friendship, implied Jack/Ianto, implied. gwen/rhys, very implied. tosh/gwen, and extremely implied tosh/gwen/owen (ie in his dirty little dreams)
Rating: Teen for swearing, adult themes,
Summary: It's raining. Again.
Note: A drabble. Well, actually 3067 words. But it's a drabbly 3067 words ... *swears*
Tosh darted the occasional look at the closed door, curiousity warring with courtesy. So was Gwen, but she looked more like someone was dangling sweets in front of her nose and telling her she couldn’t have them. No prize for guessing who the candy was. Owen was watching the girls, and desperately trying not to think of pink elephants.
Note 1: Views expressed by Owen Harper are not the views of the author. Owen is cool, and a mouthy little arsehole (insert grotty mental image here). Author is nerdish, and less vocal in her arseholishness.
Note 2: Author is not responsible for any inappropriate mental images inspired by this work of fiction. Hardly my fault if you lot have dirty brains.
- Current Location:Coming down
- Current Mood: cheerful
- Current Music:White Noise (the song)
Warnings: Swearing, slash, character death
Summary: Jack had been gone for three days. Ianto knew he was gone, knew Jack wasn't going to wake by himself. Not this time. So Ianto decided to go fetch him. He'd never been very good at letting go.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but RTD owns my soul.
Insane kamikazes, they manoeuvred with surprising agility into the flight paths of the sleek black-and-bronze machines that were swooping over the trees and concentrating their fire upon specific areas in the gilded forest, and Ianto believed they had no trouble locating those buildings still concealed.
The unicorn succeeded in its mission, and the explosion of white-gold light that resulted was less dramatic against the orange skies than it would have been against the blue of Ianto’s home, but the resulting explosion was shocking to Ianto, who, from his perspective, had been listening to a siren’s serene paean filter through the air only minutes ago.
(Yeah. It gets weird)
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- Current Location:Home
- Current Mood: hopeful
- Current Music:The Disassociatives