Title: Bedtime Stories
Prompt: River was an elf
Word Count: 2124
Disclaimer:Don't own them. Never have and never will.
Summary: Jayne tells a tale of the great land of Serenity. At least, he tries to, anyway.
A/N: Well, here it is. My first ever attempt at writing Rayne and, quite honestly, I've never been more nervous about a story in my life. Here's hoping I did Jayne justice : )

( Once upon a time... )

For my first trip into Rayne territory and what is actually the first challenge I've ever taken part in, I had every intention of actually writing something. I had a plotline worked out and everything was ready to go. And then, as things usually go, I had to go out of town for a funeral and then had an internet outage due to a storm.

So in deference to time and the looming deadline, instead I give you my first ever Rayne fanmix. I guess the fic will have to wait for another time but, until then, here's a few love songs to get you through the night : )

( Pure of Heart: A Rayne Fanmix )

A/N: Just replace the'xx' with 'tt'. If any of the links run out, just let me know and I would be happy to reupload. Also, sorry for the lack of artwork. As I said before, things have been a little crazy and time just got away from me.

Title: What's in a Kiss
Author: Auralily
Pairing: Cain/DG
Rating: PG-13
Summary: DG doesn't understand the appeal of a kiss. Cain is determined to change her mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but right about now I'm really wishing I did.
Word Count: 1761
Author's Note With the holidays upon us, I decided to take a little break from soul crushing angst and apparently this is what results. Slightly fluffy kiss porn. I've never written anything like this, but what the hell, You should try everything once : )

( I just don't get what's so great about kissing. )

Title: Fear of Falling, Chapter 2
Author: Auralily
Pairing: DG/Cain
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes the things we want most in life can also be our greatest fear.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Tin Man'. Did anyone really think I did?
Word Count:1744


( Diggin a hole and the walls are caving in behind me )

Title:Fear of Falling, Chapter 1
Author: auralily
Pairing: DG/Cain
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes the things we want most in life can also be our greatest fear
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. I do however have my very own flying monkey : )
Author's Note: It's been quite awhile since I've been inspired to write anything so if anyone might be interested in acting as beta to a very rusty muse, it would be greatly appreciated : )

Also, this fic was inspired by this song: The Fear You Won't Fall by Joshua Radin. To download just replace the xx with tt. It's a beautiful song and just seems to fit their relationship perfectly. Now on with the fic!


( Airs getting thin but I'm trying, I'm breathing in. Come find me )

So, I just found out that tomorrow after I get off of work I'm going to be driving to Wichita. From St. Louis. My friend's boyfriend of 8 years just dumped her and threw her out of their apartment so now a few of us are helping her move back home. Anyone that's ever made that drive can tell you that it's incredibly boring and, when I say boring, I mean that after an hour you're ready to chew through your own wrists just to have something to do. But it's all to help a friend, so I can't complain too much and, even if I did, I doubt anyone would care.

I foresee myself spending a great deal of the evening burning CDs like a mad woman in the hopes that they will help keep me awake while I'm driving in the middle of the night after getting up at 6:00 am. Here is where you all come in. I know that there are a lot of people on my friends list that share my interest in music so at this point I'm flat out willing to beg. Any suggestions, directions, or downloads of good new music would make me happy enough to make offers that are illegal in most southern states. I'm perfectly happy to trade song for song, for anyone that might be interested.

Taken from dove95...

Fandom has ruined me.

I went to dinner at my parents this evening and ended up watching Supernatural while I was there. Seems innocent enough, right?

Wrong.

At one point during the episode, my mother turned to me and, with an entirely straight face, proceeded to say the following: "He is going to spank his little brother when he finds him."

I nearly swallowed my tongue I was laughing so hard and there was absolutely no way for me to explain that wouldn't make them think I was either completely crazy or an absolute perv.

God I love my family : )

So I'm driving home from work tonight and I hear a commercial on the radio. It's Christmas themed, which is to be expected this time of year. The scary part, though, is that it was for a funeral home. Please tell me that I'm not the only one who finds this more than a little fucked up.

The holiday spirit seems to be hitting me pretty hard this year, so I've decided to share the love with all you wonderful people.

Anyone interested in receiving a Christmas card from me can comment with their contact info. All comments will be screened, so no worries there. And, should anyone feel inclined to respond with a card of their own, it would be greatly appreciated : )

I'm beginning to think it's almost sad how much I love this stuff.

Kripke is the biggest fucking fangirl on the face of the earth. The rest of us simply cannot compare.

Also, ( cuts for uncontrollable flailing )

So, since I seem to be rather terrible at the whole updating thing, this seemed like a fun and easy way to get to know each other a little better. You fill out one for me, I fill out one for you, and thus the vicious life cycle of an LJ meme may continue.


( And your name is? )

I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


In case anyone couldn't tell, I'm just a little excited about the whole thing. I think the prospect of not ending every day trying to repress the urge to stab someone with a pencil has made me kind of giddy : )

Haiku2 for auralily
and bite marks of a woman whose name he couldn't begin to answer
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It has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?

About 2 weeks ago I was in a car accident , which has left me in a happily drugged state and with way too much time on my hands. Apparently, this is a bad, bad thing because, somehow, it also led to the beginning of the conversation that refuses to die. I'm not sure who started it, but the topic is such that I don't see it ending any time in the near future. However, it is highly amusing so I've decided to share the wealth with a group that I know can appreciate it.

So, ladies, what's the worst pick up line that's ever been used on you, the creepiest move that some man thought you'd be impressed by, or the most random WTF moment you've ever been treated to by the opposite sex. You show me yours and I'll show you mine ; )

Now, discuss.

Title: Gotta Have You (2/5)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: angst!Dean and implied Wincest
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but if I did...
Summary: Dean's first days without Sam.
Notes: Written for dove95 and inspired by the song "Gotta Have You" by The Weepies

Day One

( On his second night without Sam, Dean fucked his way through the pain. )

Title: Gotta Have You (1/5)
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. But I do have a unicorn on back order, so that must count for something, right?
Summary: This is the first in a series of short fics that will follow Dean through his first days without Sam.
Notes: This is dedicated to the lovely dove95 who sent me the song that inspired me to write this fic in the first place. If you've never heard 'Gotta Have You' by The Weepies, you have no idea what you're missing.



( Read more... )

First off, I'd like to thank everyone that sent me songs in my time of need. I'd like to repay you all and I was thinking that now might be a good time to try my hand at writing off requests. So people, send me your prompts and I'll do my very best to accommodate you. Everyone can play, so give me whatever you've got.

Now, on to the real reason that I'm posting. Even though it's after 1am and I should have been asleep long ago, I can't seem to settle down. I have a job interview tomorrow and, for some reason, my nerves are completely shot at the moment. I usually never get like this, but I really hate where I'm working now and this new position is so perfect. I guess, because of that, everything has taken on more importance than it normally would. I would love to get it and the thought that I might not is freaking me out a little. I guess I'll end my rambling here. Everyone feel free to ignore all of this, since it's mostly just me trying to work things out in my own head.

Wish me luck, and be sure to send those prompts.

ATTENTION F-LIST: I'M BEGGING YOU ALL, PLEASE HELP ME!!!


Okay, now that I've got the drama queen out of my system, I'll try to actually make sense. Last night I went out dancing with friends, which is always a good time. However, toward the end of the night things took a bad turn, the DJ lost his mind, and I've had one of the worst songs in history stuck in my head ever since. The song in question: "Beep" by The Pussycat Dolls. If that isn't a form of torture, I don't know what is.

In order to save my own sanity, I'm begging you good people for suggestions, downloads, anything you've got that might help me burn this insult to music everywhere out of my brain. Seriously, if I don't get rid of it soon, this may be my last post ever since I'm pretty certain I'll have to kill myself.

So, if I were to be entirely honest, I would have to say that my entire day has sucked more than a $2 whore. Work was horrendous, which isn't unusual, but somehow all of the people that usually make it bearable (such as the Jared look-alike that has the desk across from mine) decided to call in sick or whatever the hell it was that they were doing. I just wish I'd thought of it myself. As if that weren't enough, for the past two weeks I've been watching my cousin's two kids every evening after work. Tonight, the one year old ended up with a cold and I got to spend the evening dealing with a very cranky, very loud, wailing little girl. The whole experience has been a great reminder as to why I'm never going to have children. Ever. I love them both, but still. Not in this lifetime or the next.

Then, to top it all off, some fuck-witted asshole at the local WB affiliate decided that it would be a brilliant idea to preempt Smallville and Supernatural in order to air a hockey game for a team that could get their asses handed to them by a league of 7 year olds. Seriously, just...WHAT THE FUCK???? Are these people trying to push me over the edge tonight? Now I'll have to track it down online, but I won't have a free moment to actually watch it for, I don't know, a week.

Fuck. That's really all I have to say about today. Just fuck it all, I'm going to bed. This was my last night watching the kids and my plans for tomorrow are to go out with friends, get really fucking drunk, and dance until I can't feel my feet anymore. Hopefully this, combined with the lovely, dirty fic la_folle_allure promised, will make this whole week seem like just a bad dream.

Also, looking back, apparently this post was brought to you by the letter 'F'