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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: (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.
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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...
elayna: (Sheppard from Vegas)
Do you ever feel like you want to be Arthur Weasley, and stare at someone inquisitively, and ask (about your own culture), something like, "Who or what is a Manfred Mann, and why is his band made of earth?"

(The Mighty Quinn, still a great song.)


elayna: (McShep So Close)
I was talking to a co-worker today, who is flying to Puerta Vallarta on Wednesday. She was feeling a bit frantic because the weather predictions have changed to rain the entire time they are supposed to be there, and she has teenagers who are expecting to hang at the beach.

And I was thinking how incredibly wonderful that sounded, to be trapped away from all the projects in one's house, with maybe a few books and a wi-fi access to A03, at a resort with plush chairs and a bored bartender who makes ridiculous drinks while the rain pours down outside. *wants*

Then I thought, that would be a great idea for a multi-fandom fic like my New Years fic, all my favorite pairings end up trapped on a vacation with unexpected bad weather. Only no, they'd all just do like I dream, eat, drink, sit in comfy chairs and read, and then, as they are my favorite pairings, go off and have wild hot sex. It would all be the same, gluttony, sloth, and sex, very repetitious.

But isn't it a nice thought?
elayna: (Die Hard John-Matt)
Seems like strange times lately, though probably not that strange really.

Second opinions are a beautiful thing. A friend was losing sensation to her legs. Went to her doctor, who said some weirdness about her body needing 'reconditioning' and sent her to a physical therapist. The therapy exercises helped but she wasn't regaining sensation and other problems were happening. Her doctor is taking an extended leave, so she saw another doctor. Within 25 hours, she was having surgery on her neck because a disc had gone wrong in some way and was restricting the flow of blood down her spine. Now she has pins and a cadaver bone in her neck, and recovery is being slow, but still... second opinions are a beautiful thing.

Especially when your doctor, as best as I can tell, subscribes to the theory that overweight people only need to lose weight and all other health problems will disappear.

Anyway, that friend, my sister, and I were supposed to do a PaintNite on what ended up being the afternoon of her surgery, so I texted my brother and he filled in. That's the first time I remember my siblings and I ever doing anything creative together. My sister and I, lots of times, especially as kids and even as adults, but brother was always off 'doing boy things.' He seemed to enjoy painting a cat in a garden.

The PaintNite was at a bar, which had MMA on its TV screens. One of the fighters had his legs wrapped around the other guy's waist and seemed to be hugging him. Why didn't Steve McGarrett use that maneuver? 'Cuz... guh.

I saw Wonder Woman last Sunday and enjoyed it quite a lot. So fabulous to have a great female superhero movie. There isn't a tag scene at the end.

Tuesday was the second anniversary of Mom's death. I took it off, not ready to spend the day pretending all was fine to my co-workers. I finished reading the Atlantis book, which was decent, but... it doesn't seem enough story for six books. Too much time spent on minor characters who don't interest me or particularly advance the plot.

I watched Live Free or Die Hard in the afternoon. I love that movie. Made me want to revisit John/Matt.

I feel more relaxed now that the stroke-stroke-pneumonia anniversaries are done. It's not easy to accept that Mom is gone, but those sudden flashes of 'two years ago this horrible thing happened' made everything worst.

Petite Tabby and New Cat are sitting at my feet as I type. New Cat is still sleeping outside some nights, but the sudden downturn in temperature seems to be keeping him in tonight. Poor Tabby does not realize she's get her vet check-up tomorrow. There will be anguished meowing.
elayna: (Alex as Superman)
Talking to a friend about pictures and she mentioned that she often deletes ones of herself, as she doesn't like how she looks. Which reminded me of the last holiday I spent with my mother, New Year's Day lunch 2015. I asked her to pose for a picture, and she said no, she didn't like how she looked, and turned her back on me. I took a picture of her back, if nothing else, capturing the purple streak in her hair.

She did let me take a picture later on that day, of her and Dad, so I've got one of her face.

It wasn't the first time she had expressed dissatisfaction with her looks, and it made me sad and frustrated. If we don't get to be happy with how we look at 76 years old, when do we?

I've known other women who refuse to have pictures taken or duck out of the frame. Never men, only women.

If someone who cares for you, loves you, wants to capture that you are part of their lives, and your insecurity is screaming at you that you're not good enough... stomp on that sucker. Hard. And smile for the camera. Accept and appreciate that you are important to others, just as you are.

New Year's Day 2015
elayna: (McShep So Close)
I've been having a pretty lazy weekend. I'd read the first two books of the Stargate: Atlantis Legacy series quite some time ago. Wasn't wowed by them, though now I no longer remember details. Picked Book 3 out of my stack and decided it was time, so sat and read for a while. Relatively enjoyable, though I am disconcerted every time Richard Woolsey is referred to as Dick, and vaguely annoyed that a plot point separates John and Rodney, my OTP, whom I want to see interacting and bantering, this is the heart of the show for me. For some reason, I flipped forward to the end of the book, which I don't normally do, and look, there is a reference that makes it clear that there is a fourth book and John and Rodney are still separated in it.

*sigh*

Do I have fourth book? Did I get it when I just used to buy every new book? Go off to my stack of unread books, and yes, I have Book 4. And look, Book 5. And oh my, Book 6.

Could the TPTB be more annoying than to develop a six book series where it looks like my OTP will be in two different locations and not even communicating for the majority of the time? It's possible they could be united earlier, but I'm guessing it'll be Book 6.

This is why I love fanfic. It knows to focus on the flipping pairing.

Speaking of fanfic, I started watching Emerald City this weekend and have gone through four episodes already. I may close to binge-watch, which I don't normally do. But talk about a fanfic AU! Dorothy was a teenager, let's make her an adult, her main sidekick was a scarecrow who wanted a brain, let's make him a guy with memory problems.

Small weird thing... Adult Dorothy is a nurse, who finds two people gravely wounded before she gets swept up in the tornado, and does mention a few times wanting to go home but never says anything about needing to save those people. Seriously, it feels like one of those fanfic things, where the author found the canon (Dorothy constantly wanting to go home) overdone and annoying, so swings the other way too far and barely has her mention it. Really, she's a nurse. She should be concerned about being swept away from the bleeding people.

Fandom and fannish reactions are everywhere!
elayna: (McShep So Close)
I stopped by Starbucks today for a mocha. I try to keep it a weekly treat. I ended up in line behind a woman who could have used some caffeine before she tried to order. "Um...oh...I want a grande. Latte. With... um two shots..." etc. I was very concise, tall, mocha, hot.

Hers got made in a cup, I didn't even know they had cups that small. Maybe it was the kid's hot chocolate size. So it had to be remade, and then mine came out, extra hot. I did not say extra hot, and I did not want extra hot, because I wanted to drink it on the way to work, but I didn't want to deal with getting an ice cube added, so moseyed on.

And I thought... I can't start my day grumpy because my overpriced coffee drink order is messed up. That's ridiculous. So what can I do with this? Clearly, it's not just that the barista needs hearing aids. No, it's something else. It's ... a barista AU! Because Rodney McKay is actually an excellent barista. He's on a full scholarship, earning his Ph.d., but even full scholarships don't cover all the incidentals. He loves coffee, so it's the perfect job for him. He is detail-oriented and customers love the artistic flourishes he makes in the foam.

Only there's a guy with a gun in the back room, holding one of Rodney's co-workers hostage, and Rodney doesn't know what to do. Only he does know that the cop in his shiny blue uniform will be coming in soon for his morning venti bold coffee. Rodney figures that if he's making mistakes, the cop will realize something is off. There does seem to be a brain under that spiky nonsense that masquerades as hair. Will the guy pay enough attention? Or will he give him a quizzical look with an arched eyebrow and mosey off?
Does Rodney dare writing an SOS on the cup? Is there a cultural reference about kidnapping that he can make, maybe something geek-oriented that the hostage taker wouldn't overhear and understand?

Think, Rodney, think! You're a genius!

*cackles*

I've never actually thought about a barista AU before, but that kept me amused on the drive.
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