elayna: (Default)
ETA: It's January 2017 and I realize I've been forgetting to update this post. And is there any point to it, when it mostly links to AO3, which has multiple sort options? I spent a lot of time setting it up, as it seemed the thing to do, but if no one responds to this update, I'll probably take the post down in a few months. I'm really into eliminating unnecessary work for myself. Elayna

Below is all my fiction, in alphabetical order, with series in chronological order. Links are to my Livejournal for newer fiction, and to my website for older. Almost all of my fiction is slash, rated NC-17, and intended for adult readers. If you come across any bad links or other glitches, please leave me a comment. Happy reading!

Live Free or Die Hard fiction )

Hawaii Five-O fiction )

Hawaii Five-O/Sentinel fusion )

Hawaii Five-O/Stargate: Atlantis crossover )

Hawaii Five-O/Three Rivers crossover )

Merlin fiction )

Queer As Folk USA fiction )

Pirates of the Caribbean fiction )

Stargate: Atlantis fiction )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace/Stargate: SG-1 crossover series )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace standalone fiction )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace series or fics with sequels )

One shots for Glee, Harry Potter, Reaper/Supernatural, Smallville, Star Trek XI and Stargate SG1 )
elayna: (Default)
Below is all my fiction, in alphabetical order, with series in chronological order. Links are to my Livejournal for newer fiction, and to my website for older, but I'll be changing all of them to AO3. Almost all of my fiction is slash, rated NC-17, and intended for adult readers. If you come across any bad links or other glitches, please leave me a comment. Happy reading!

Live Free or Die Hard fiction )

Hawaii Five-O fiction )

Hawaii Five-O/Sentinel fusion )

Hawaii Five-O/Stargate: Atlantis crossover )

Hawaii Five-O/Three Rivers crossover )

Merlin fiction )

Queer As Folk USA fiction )

Pirates of the Caribbean fiction )

Stargate: Atlantis fiction )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace/Stargate: SG-1 crossover series )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace standalone fiction )

Star Wars: The Phantom Menace series or fics with sequels )

One shots for Glee, Harry Potter, Reaper/Supernatural, Smallville, Star Trek XI and Stargate SG1 )
elayna: (McShep So Close)
I went to a Scandinavian festival this morning, which seemed bad timing given the recent events in this country. Can you get more white than a Scandinavian festival? But I've been trying to get myself to do more new things, and it was in my neighborhood, on my way home from buying a new tub spigot at Home Depot. I ate Swedish meatballs and Swedish pancakes and watched some Scandinavian dancing, which reminded me of Regency or square dancing, with people changing from dancing with their partner, to clusters of four, to the entire group all swirling in unison.

I thought briefly of a Regency party, but then my brain went to my recent Quinn/Ben fic, and Horton hiring Ben to attend his celebrity parties, and chat up the wallflower ladies, and dance with them, while Quinn is an honored guest and lionized. After everyone had left, the musicians would stop their packing up, and play one more song so that Quinn and Ben could dance together.

Which is not really much of a fic. I just like the thought of Quinn and Ben in tuxes dancing together.

Speaking of bunnies, I watched the 1946 version of Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None. These strangers are invited to a house party on a deserted island. Every two bedrooms in this mansion share a bathroom in between, so these people who have just met are knocking on the door to let the other person know that the room is now available. Doesn't that scream fanfic? I think John and Rodney, with at some point, Rodney banging on the door and insulting how long John takes on his hair. Only not with that particular story, which has a lot of paranoia, distrust, and people being murdered. Interesting, but not something to rewrite. A happy house party on a deserted island with total strangers who bicker and fall in love and have sex in a big four poster bed.
elayna: (Ewan)
I feel very satisfied and blasphemous and like my brain is in good bunny order.

I ramble about house and painting and purging and STUFF. )

I ramble about Matt and John. )

I ramble about Ben and Quinn. )

Anyway, I still need to re-hang pictures. I'm going to move them around, I need to contemplate arrangements. And I'm purging a few pictures too, go me.
elayna: (Die Hard John-Matt)
A friend and I saw Valerian And the City of A Thousand Planets on Saturday. I thought it was very interesting and enjoyed watching it, though find myself nitpicking more at it.

spoilers, good and bad )
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Friendship... sometimes it's not the perfect blendship.

Cut tagged for rambling history )

I need to load more icons to my DW. I don't have my 'sigh' icon.
elayna: (Sheppard from Vegas)
It's the last day of my vacation-staycation-weekend.

I went to the State Fair on Tuesday afternoon, and did a quick skim through the various exhibits and the animal barn, had some bad fair food, then saw the Queen cover band, Queen Nation. I've been wanting to see them for a couple of years, but they are usually scheduled for Con*Strict weekend. I did enjoy them, and the crowd singing, but the lead fellow just didn't have a voice as good as Freddie Mercury's. Good to have achieved; don't need to repeat.

I had dinner with one friend on Tuesday at the Old Spaghetti Factory (we both love the mizithra cheese), tea with a group of friends on Thursday afternoon, and dinner at another friend's house on Friday, with the old Whovian gang. It's been good to see people.

I have not done as much as it feels like I could have done, but I've made an effort to be relaxed and not overdo, so I will be happy that I stuck to that promise. I have the sheetrock repair scheduled, which I have been ignoring for several years now, so I'm going to call that a win.

Writing is strange, isn't it? Saturday afternoon, I had that, I'm not going to finish anything significant in the house/chores realm, so I might as well write on this print-out of the second half of The Prequel that I've been carrying around for a couple of months now. I read it over, polished some sentences, added a few here and there, and typed in the changes. It's at 11,848 words, at least halfway through, and I'm very vague about what should happen in the rest of the fic. So I looked at the Qui/Obi I wrote recently, which was 3,600 words, and written in a day and a half. Why can't I do that all the time? Why do some stories take so long?

Did you ever have a time where you kinda drew a line in the sand with a friend, and the friend's reaction was basically, "Okay," and on one hand, you were grateful not to get into a big argument over something that stressed you a lot, but on the other hand, there was a sense of... Huh. I think I wish she'd cared enough to make a token effort to argue. She didn't. I handled that on Friday and still feel unsettled by it.

But one more fun thing today, meeting up with friends to see The Mousetrap. I saw it, several decades ago. I do remember Who Done It, but little else. It'll be good to see it again.
elayna: (Default)
New Cat already has a new name - Lap Cat.

I was even sitting with one foot tucked under me and had to adjust because my foot was falling asleep. Usually when an animal is on my lap and I shift, that animal gets huffy and leaps off. But no, Lap Cat adjusted with me. Whenever I need him to get off, he demonstrates that magical ability where a cat becomes boneless and weighs 10 more pounds. He has the lap now and he is not surrendering it!
elayna: (McKay omg squee)
I got home from Nevada yesterday, had an excellent time at Con*Strict. A few of the regulars were missing, but it was good to see everyone else, and meet the one new attendee.

I love the pool in the morning, a chance to get some exercise and splash about before it gets too hot, so the morning swimming group was quite pleasant.

Had some good meals out, though the Japanese Steakhouse on Friday night was disappointing. We've eaten there several times, but they were definitely having a bad night. I think it took at least half an hour for everyone to get their meals, and they gave up by the time they finally reached Emu's, just bringing it out in a takeaway bag. But the Greek place, the Tavern Parkway, the World of Beer, and of course, breakfast at the Sunset Station, all yum. The Belching Beaver Peanut Butter Milk Stout at the Tavern, quite tasty.

Panels were interesting with many thoughtful comments, though also some fascinating differences in how people saw shows and certain characters. Wonder Woman made everyone happy.

Nine of us saw Spiderman on Saturday night, and everyone enjoyed it. I was very pleased that they skipped redoing the origin story, that Peter was so geeky and real, and that the villain was quite unique and more of a normal guy. Four people also saw Baby Driver and gave it two thumbs up.

I brought things, of course, as I always do, writing my thank you notes was the plan. I always think I will accomplish things in the downtime. Nope. I'm always tired and accomplish nothing useful. But I did bring my sneakers, as I always do, except this time, for the first time, I did make it to the tiny gym and treadmill twice. Working on being healthier, yay.

The flight attendant on the return home was a little disconcerting. I asked if the flight was full, and she said, "It is full. F. U. El. El." Then laughed, "Someone pointed out I shouldn't say it that way, someone might take it wrong." And started repeating it to the person coming in behind me. Very strange.

I walked out of the airport when I got home and into 90ish degree heat and was so happy. It feels so cool here compared to Nevada's 100s.

Three of the cats were in the living room waiting for me. New Cat didn't show until the evening. They're all happy I'm home.

I usually return to work on Tuesday but this time I took the rest of this week off. I think picturing that co-worker stressing because her family was going to the resort when it was supposed to rain (it didn't - they had a great time in the sun) and thinking about lounging and drinking hot chocolate infected me, and I felt like a break. I have a few things I'd like to accomplish, but I also intend to do some relaxing. Staycation, yay!
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I'm at Con*Strict. I went to the pool this morning at 7:00. Katbear was already swimming. Three people were by the pool, fully dressed. A white guy and gal were standing by a small table and a black guy was sitting in one of the chairs, his head buried in his hands, in a distressed fashion. The other two seemed to be encouraging him and got him to stand up and they all left.

I got slowly into the pool and commented to Katbear that it was very strange to see fully dressed people at the pool in the morning, she said that a few minutes before, a fellow had run by the fence that outlines the pool area, yelling, "Don't touch me!" So all kinds of weird happenings at way too early in the morning to be anything but barely functional to my mind.

IDK why, I want to bunny all that in some way, though nothing about it seemed cheerful or sexy. Maybe just the concept of things happening through the night?

Sometimes I get bunnies developed at cons, being around people talking about fanfic is inspirational. But other times I need too much of my brain just to get through the day. Staying social takes attention for me. So we shall see. But I want to keep this memory to think more about it.
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
I was sorry and weirdly guilty to see that the actor who played Shinwell Johnson on Elementary passed away unexpectedly at the age of 39 for issues relating to heart failure.

I hadn't liked how the character was used on the show. Joan would nag him, and he'd shrug, and do what he was going to do, and then Sherlock would nag Joan for believing in him. I do not watch crime procedurals for nagging.

I don't know why I felt weirdly guilty all season for not liking his character. Certainly many people online seem to vehemently hate many characters and will expound in great and gory detail on why they're horrible.

The articles on his death all mention how much his flamboyant character was loved on True Blood. I wish they'd had him play a similar character on Elementary, though I suppose he wouldn't have wanted to be typecast. I do have True Blood, but haven't watched it yet. Thinking of starting on it, Twin Peaks, and American Gods this summer, which is already halfway done.

RIP, Nelsan Ellis.
elayna: (Die Hard John-Matt)
It's getting too hot again, ugh, and Thursday I'm going to Las Vegas, where it'll be 110, ugh.

One good thing about sleeping with the AC on, the cats seem to know it's best to be cool, and are all indoors when I'm ready to go to bed. When I have the house opened, using the ceiling fans and Delta breezes, Skittish and Tabby take turns being difficult. Skittish wants to be chased around the backyard then run into the house by herself, which means leaving the back door open and trusting no one else will run out. Tabby wants to be chased around the backyard, caught, and then carried in like the sweet baby she is. Silly beasts.

I hope my fellow Americans enjoyed the holiday. The niece and nephew decorated their bikes and rode in the neighborhood parade, which ends at the park, where we wandered around and looked at booths for a while and the kids played games. I'd had a big breakfast and the organizers broke tradition by dumping the hot dogs for pizzas and tacos, so it was the first year we wandered back to our respective houses without lunch.

I made my edamame salad and finally successfully mastered Mom's country fudge frosting. It poured so smoothly and hardened to the perfect state of fudginess. I was so happy.

I'd rewatched Die Hard 4 recently, so curled up with Winter Soldier for the afternoon. The questions of liberty and security and how a democracy can be subverted seemed very relevant to these days.

Dinner at my sister's. A small group, Dad, two friends of mine, my BIL's niece, with her boyfriend and son, and of course, my sister, BIL, and the niece and nephew. It was the first year that the niece and nephew helped with lighting fireworks, and they're kids and energetic, and had to be re-told the same things multiple times, and it made me so nervous. I've never seen anyone injured by a firework, I don't know why I'm getting such a stress reaction about it, but I wished I'd followed Dad and used the pets as an excuse to go home early. Hopefully the novelty will have worn off next year.
elayna: (Ewan)
Title: The Gay Co-Respondents
By: http://elayna.dreamwidth.org/profile
Pairing: Quinn/Benjamin (Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi)
Rating: Explicit
Archive: AO3
Category: first time, alternative universe
Summary: Quinn's curiosity leads to an unexpectedly pleasurable relationship.
Warning: Historical ambiance, not accuracy
Note: This fic was inspired by a recent watching of the Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers film, The Gay Divorcee. My gratitude to Merry Amelie for the splendid betaing.
Feedback: Always adored.
Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to Disney.

Read on the AO3.
elayna: (McShep So Close)
Title: Party in the Pegasus Galaxy
By: http://elayna.dreamwidth.org/
Rating: Teen and Up
Archive: AO3
Category: established relationship, anniversary fic
Feedback: Always adored.
Summary: John is sure he's forgotten something. He's never been good with dates.
Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis belongs to MGM and several production companies.


Read on the AO3.

Working on this week's fic, thought I should get around to posting last week's!
elayna: (Ewan)
I did have a nice rest of my birthday, just dinner at Dad's, and then hanging around in the backyard, visiting and watching the hummingbirds. I had said I needed garden decorations, so my BIL and my niece and nephew made me some rock creatures.



See the one, second from the right, that has a bump in the middle? That's a leech. My niece thinks leeches are cool, one of her rock creatures needed a leech buddy. She tries to take earwigs home. I'm always, you go right ahead, honey, but my sister convinces her that the earwig doesn't want to leave its family. She's an interesting kid.

I further contemplated the idea of co-respondents and wrote a 3500 word fic this week. It didn't go at all as I had been contemplating, but it was fun. Two in like... 2 1/2 weeks. I feel on a roll.

Anyway, I dithered until last Thursday, then finally asked for today off, so yay for a four-day weekend. I need to get a few things this morning before temperature gets up to only a high of 92, yay!
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
Can someone give me the URL for the Sci Fi Wire feed? I don't know why this seems so hard to figure out, but I'm tired of DW telling me that's not a valid feed. I know other people understand these things better than I do.
elayna: (Default)
I'm 2/3rds through my birthday, I am not at work and have done nothing productive. I think this is a fine way to spend a birthday. Slept in, went out to breakfast, and then did some shopping. Came home and watched the Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers' The Gay Divorcee. I'm not normally one for dealing with breaking up relationships, but I must admit something about the days when one had to stage an affair to get a divorce with the resulting slapstick of multiple men hiding in the bedroom appeals. I must contemplate.

Dinner later today at Dad's. Now I think I will answer feedback from the story which I posted on Sunday. That's a productive thing, but pleasant.

randomness

Jun. 21st, 2017 09:18 pm
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
I rewatched Jurassic World on Sunday afternoon, part of my ongoing 'it's too hot outside to do anything, I don't care I have the AC cranked inside.' I enjoyed it again, though I still think the first was the best. I had thoughts of picturing my OTPs in hunter-type clothing (yum!) but no real bunnies.

I finally watched the last two episodes of Supernatural. I'd been putting them off, partially because I expected spoilers, mostly a little grouchy )

I gave my 90th pint of blood today at the mobile drive at work. I appreciate being able to donate and feel good about it, but I gotta admit, weird things were annoying me, especially having to confirm my name and birthday over and over again. It's one big room, do you think someone snuck in and took my place? Are you concerned I'm getting senile? Why the same questions over and over?

There was another article on the heat in the newspaper. One of the record-setting days was back in 1925, it mentioned, before the invention of air conditioning, when people used to sleep in screened-in porches and on sheets that were cold from being kept in the ice box. I'm weirdly captivated by this notion, cold sheets fresh out of the ice box. It makes me want to write a historical AU, but one item is not a bunny.

The cats have been inside early the last few nights, and not made me track down any of them. I think they like sleeping in the AC. I wonder if they'd like chilled sheets.
elayna: (Ewan)
For the first time I ever recall, I am contemplating sleeping with the AC on. I don't do this, because the Delta breeze comes up every night and the temperature drops.

But we're in three days of record-breaking temperature, according to the paper. I can survive until Tuesday, I thought, beginning to read the article. Tuesday is going to be 108, which is hotter than today (103) or Sunday or Monday (both 107), but June 20 has been 108 before. It's not a record.

Oh, glad we got that straight.

Yes, sleeping with the AC on is looking good.

I was going to catch up on email and DW/LJ comments this afternoon, but ended up watching a WWII movie called The Devil's Brigade, about the First Special Services Force, a joint American-Canadian unit that was dropped behind enemy lines in Italy. A friend's father was in the unit, and now I shall have to tease him, because the Americans are presented as the dregs of the army. I do enjoy the slashiness of a large group of men bonding, though no tangible bunnies hopped out.
elayna: (Ewan)
I had a dream. I suppose we all dream every night but I rarely remember mine and I'm fine with that. Dreams are weird.

I was meeting up with two slasher friends at one of their places, only she lived in a trailer park, instead of the apartment she actually has.

A package was delivered, and she had me open it, though I don't know why. It was potpourri she'd ordered.

I had a hissy fit over something, though I don't recall what. I felt left out or neglected in some way.

The TV was on as we were visiting. An actor was being interviewed. It was an actor I knew in the dream, but not in real life. He was leaning against a wall, and the camera kept drifting down, only his chin still visible, and showing his shoes. I'm not sure if they'd be considered loafers or boat shoes, but he kept fidgeting, lifting his feet out of his shoes. He wasn't wearing socks.

In the dream, I remembered that there had been something else recently about feet, but I couldn't remember what. But so we got talking about feet and the eroticism of feet.

Then I woke up.

Potpourri and hissy fits and the eroticism of feet... WTF? Dreams are strange. I will go back to forgetting them.

Though now I'm trying not to think about how the Jedi would keep their feet meticulously clean, because they'd get so stinky after long hours in those big boots...
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