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2019-03-21 12:16 am

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This journal is Friends-locked except for fic, resource and photo posts. Please comment if you'd like to friend me (or just go on and do it!) :) ♥
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2012-02-29 05:22 pm

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The collected Renfield Turnbull stories list has been updated. Let me know if I missed anything that anyone wants to go in!
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2012-02-14 12:48 pm

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Steff reminded me to take the opportunity to post the art she got from [profile] jinx_mix during the fund raising. (Everyone else should have their art now; if you haven't got my message with it, let me know!)

I give you Corporal Mike Chase and his daemon, Pixie!



I got one, too, but it's spoilery for AttS so I'll keep it under my hat for now ;)
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2012-01-28 09:35 pm

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FYI for the lovely donors who commissioned sketches, Jenny has finished drawing and is working on getting them scanned in soon.
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2012-01-27 02:04 pm
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Ficlet: Flicks (Due South, G)

Title: Flicks
Fandom: Due South
Characters: Guy Laurent (and his daemon, a Siamese cat)
Rating: G
Words: 312
Notes: This takes place in a universe shared with His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman. For those who don't know it, human beings have soul-manifestations in the form of animals, called daemons. The theory is that Mounties are trained (like witches) to separate from their daemons. Until today this universe existed entirely in shared headcanon XD (Also, holy crap, how has it been September since I posted fic?!)


Bob was apparently porting a hairball.

The creature was small, a mess of white and black hair, with rather large blue eyes peering out in apparent confusion. Bob held it by the scruff, quite expertly leaping onto the couch and settling there with her newfound companion.

No one knows Bob's real name. )
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2012-01-19 09:45 pm

Help, please?

Update: We made it! $150 has been reached. Jenny's going to write a thank-you letter tomorrow, and I'll make sure it gets to all of you wonderful people who gave.

And those of you who asked for drawings, she'll be working on those over the weekend. Thank you.



Hello, dears.

My sister-by-choice, Jenny, has three teeth that desperately need extraction, to the point that the infection has invaded her jaw... Cut since the goal has been reached! )

♥ ♥
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2012-01-13 05:21 pm

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David: "Dinner's done!"
Me: "The chicken has to rest a minute. Be patient."
David (to Natalie): "The chickens have to rest a minute, they're tired!"
kalijean: (Birdfishing)
2011-12-25 12:07 pm

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Happy Christmas, dears. ♥
kalijean: (Fucking drums)
2011-12-21 10:51 am
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Writer's Block: Bah Humbug Day!

[Error: unknown template qotd]

Dear LJ,

Fuck what you've done to the comment sections.

Fuck it, fuck it in the ear, fuck it, fuck off.

(I get the feeling this was chosen as today's question for precisely this reason.)

Fix it.
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2011-11-29 11:01 pm

For to maybe write something maybe <3

Give me a character or ship and I will write one sentence of ten genres for them. The genres are:

1. Angst
2. AU
3. Crack!fic Plot
4. Crossover
5. First Time
6. Fluff
7. Humor
8. Hurt/Comfort
9. Smut
10. UST

Due South or Harry Potter preferred, please ♥

ETA: I love you all. (I'mma working on them, thank you, darlings)
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2011-11-29 10:36 pm

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It's been forever, but here be a tiny ficlet.
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2011-11-27 10:06 pm

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This was posted with the watchalong on [livejournal.com profile] ontdcreepy and I just had to share.

Image Source,Photobucket Uploader Firefox Extension
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2011-11-20 09:23 am

Art by Steff-lady

Because she's brilliant. ♥

Guy & Longfellow )
kalijean: (Harold - Um)
2011-10-23 09:55 pm

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Just looked up to the beautiful John Cho on NTSF:SD:SUV::.

"Ninjas cut my thumbs off and you guys left me for dead!"

And then Captain Janeway cut off his head with a katana.
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2011-09-27 07:35 pm

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I just gave myself primo willies.

Anyone remember this?

kalijean: (RayV & Fraser)
2011-09-21 05:49 pm

Fic: One Single Try (Due South, PG-13)

Title: One Single Try
Fandom: Due South; Arch to the Sky
Characters: Frannie/Dewey, Elaine, Vecchio, Mort, Welsh, Turnbull, Thatcher, Huey
Rating: PG-13
Words: 4421
Notes: After the Shades arc. This story absorbs Never Where and was written in part by [livejournal.com profile] sl_walker. Title with gratitude to Frank Sinatra.
Summary: There's only so long someone can hide a pregnancy.


"You've gotta do it, Frannie. I know you're stuck in some kinda denial, but while you're trying to figure out how the Hell this happened, that baby doesn't care how, he's growing, ready or not--"

Frannie's eyes were squeezed shut and she felt stupidly exposed, even if she was the only person who could hear Elaine down the phone. She knew that. How could she not know that? It was her body that had a no vacancy sign up. She tapped the pencil manically on her desk, honest to God trying not to snap a friend's head off.

What's going on? You all look like a Pak'ma'ra just ate your cat. )
kalijean: (Headlights in the rain)
2011-09-02 11:10 pm

Snippet: Ponyridden

Guy, Longfellow; Arch to the Sky; 168 words; PG.

"Let me ride you like a horsey."

"--huh?"

"Let me ride you like a horsey!"

Hell of a thing to wake up to.

At least it comes from the hallway. Looks like I landed in bed last night.

Nipawin's not a bad town. I have made a place here, such as it is. From the sound of it, Longfellow shall fit in nicely.

"Get the fuck off me!"

Giggling comes from the hallway, and it does not sound like his request has been honored. The mild hangover I have does not encourage calling out, but I do so anyway. "You may borrow my saddle!"

"Shut up, man! Seriously, get off me, lady!"

I fold my hands behind my head and kick off the covers, letting consciousness find me to the beat of my companion being ponyridden through my hallway by an anonymous girl from the night before. I am glad he came. Renfield is interesting, but some things with him are simply lost in translation.
kalijean: (Turnbull)
2011-08-31 08:07 pm

Fic: Call (Due South, G)

Title: Call
Fandom: Due South; Arch to the Sky
Characters: Turnbull, Thatcher, Buck Frobisher, Benton Fraser, Ray Kowalski, Myra Turnbull, the Turnbull family
Rating: G
Words: 2180
Notes: After COTW. Written in part by [livejournal.com profile] sl_walker and encouraged/brainstormed a great deal more ♥
Summary: '...Constable Turnbull decided to run for public office. But his campaign got off to a rocky start...'

If Turnbull was too young to die, he had to wonder about the man he shot off his snowmobile.

It was an idle thought. Very honestly, he thought he felt nothing about having killed the man, something he'd been matter-of-factly informed of not long before. He'd never killed anyone before. Of course it had always been a remote possibility; one accepted when he became a police officer. But it was by no means a given.

The man was shooting at him. At people he cared for.

It was a simple matter, and Turnbull felt nothing.

You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. )