Gloom, doom, pain, despair and soon a wet arse no doubt.

[marnanightingale]

Difficult year.
Rough month.
Crap week.
SHITTY DAY.

Though I am reminded that the world is good, and that people are kind, and that sometimes you just have to ask.

So.

I throw myself upon the love of the friend's list.

Porn? Happy porn? Happy not-so-porn?

Arthur/Lancelot?

Arthur/Lancelot/Guenivere?

Hornblower damn near anyone?

Sparrington?

EDIT: If the Goddess ever loved me, she has done so first and foremost through my friends. I am fortunate beyond belief.

EDIT TWO:

With love to you all:





Edit THREE: Icons Is Good Therapy

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Forgive, for I've just joined this fandom

[guede-mazaka.livejournal.com]

Random bar in Miami

"Seasick!"

The shout came from an Archie that was rapidly disappearing beneath a slightly drunk Horatio. Though alcohol alone couldn't correct for the flush in Hornblower's cheeks, or the determined efforts he was making to keep an even more inebriated Archie quiet.

"Seasick! And with his skin color, too--greener than--mmmph!"

Will temporarily removed his face from Jack's neck and eyed James' newest recruits. "Jack. You spiked their drinks. There's no way they could be that far gone on just two shots of tequila."

Jack beamed innocence. "Any other time, maybe. But tonight--Will, haven't had m'hands free long enough. Y'keep sucking on m'fingers."

"I thought they could use a little relaxation after Anamaria and Teresa ripped into them." Liz spoke from one corner of her mouth, not bothering to look at them. She was intent on what appeared to be the final hand of poker, given that Harper was constantly licking his lips and Sharpe was moving more restlessly by the second. And Anamaria's hands had disappeared down Liz' blouse a good two minutes ago.

"Archie, you're my dearest friend, but for the love of God and your survival, shut up." A tumble of dark curls reared up, then slid sideways as the two men went off the table.

At the sound of the crash, Will again lifted his head. Ignoring Jack's growl, he reached down and rummaged in the bags, finally coming up with a tiny bootleg Japanese camcorder. "Hey, Liz. Starting video one."

"Okay. Teresa's on video two, so wherever Tom and Theo have gotten off to, they're covered." Elizabeth triumphantly laid down her hand. "I take the pot!"

Jack dragged insistently at Will's arm. "Turner..."

"Go play with James. He's still locked in the bathroom, moaning about his shortcomings as a leader." Will thought a moment, then shifted off Jack for a better angle and handed over a bottle of rum. "Here. I don't think he's drunk enough yet. Also, you can pick up Bush from behind the bar."

"Bush is ours, thank you. I won't have you corrupting our friend." Archie held his solemnity for another second, then grinned. "First. Horatio, stop wriggling or I'll be forced to take drastic measures."

The cameras was out of focus, so Will spent a second fiddling with it. "Ah. There. Drastic measures away, Kennedy."

Re: Forgive, for I've just joined this fandom

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

*loves you madly and grins like a loon*

Re: Lessee...you were asking for KA, too...

[guede-mazaka.livejournal.com]

Arthur blinked. He blinked again. "I take it my sight is true, then."

Guinevere waved a languid hand. "So it appears. One Lancelot, spread-eagled face-down and bound to your bed. Also gagged, as we're agreed he talks entirely too much."

"And you appear to be dripping honey on him." Mood considerably brighter, Arthur started tugging at his clothes. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh, there isn't one. He simply annoyed me." Smiling, she reached out and drew him onto the bed.

Re: Lessee...you were asking for KA, too...

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

*crawls into your lap*

Stories!

And then what happened?

*is entranced*

Re: Forgive, for I've just joined this fandom

[melusina]

Bwah! I love the chaotic, kaleidoscope feel to this - it's very effective.

Also, you have too many fandoms! I'm doing my best to catch up (The Duel is sitting on the dvd player, even as I type), but I'm afraid I can't keep up. . .And I'm *woefully* behind on reading all the stuff you posted while I'm gone, but I haven't forgotten it (although I'm saving the King Arthur stories for when I've seen the movie).

Re: Forgive, for I've just joined this fandom

[guede-mazaka.livejournal.com]

No kidding I've got too many fandoms. Though I believe Cowboy Bebop, Gladiator, and a few of the others are pretty much dead. I either need to do more crossovers, or stop giving in to every pretty that crosses the screen.

Re: Forgive, for I've just joined this fandom

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

crossover! Everybody into the bar!

and Theresa! *glomps*

and and and ...

*starts checking maps for that bar*

where the heck is edrington? passed out?

Re: Forgive, for I've just joined this fandom

[girlpearl]

See, we have a very different approach to Guede's fandom-hopping. Me, I'm reading her KA stuff instead of seeing the movie. If only she had been in time to save me from Van Helsing.

Re: Forgive, for I've just joined this fandom

[guede-mazaka.livejournal.com]

fandom-hopping

*sputter of mock-outrage*

I don't hop, m'lady. I'm cyclic. Run through 'em, jump into another, and then come back.

Actually, probably be better if I dropped a few. The skull's getting crowded.

Re: Forgive, for I've just joined this fandom

[fairestcat]

*loves you madly* Oh, this is delightful!

Re: Forgive, for I've just joined this fandom

[guede-mazaka.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Probably the closest I'll get to writing Hornblower fic.

[melusina]

Sorry to hear that you're so down. ::hugs::

I can't write anything now, but the_stowaway and I have a Sparrington fic that we're planning to post later tonight. . .I'll post a link to it once it's up.

Feel better, sweetie!

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

DUDE

THAT DID NICELY

[girlpearl]

I'm working on the Sparrington here but didn't get anywhere today. Blaugh.

In its stead, please to accept the following.

James Norrington is angry. Honestly, he can't understand it. He is a Commodore, a very accomplished and well-decorated officer of the most powerful naval force in the world. He is intelligent. Cunning. He has been told, on more than one occaision, that he has one of the sharpest military minds of his age. He has very good men under him, for the most part. He has the fastest ship in the Caribbean. Maybe.

What he does not have, maddeningly, is one Captain Jack Sparrow safely in custody.

"The worst pirate I've ever heard of," he said, and he'd bloody well meant it, too. Sparrow is rash, mad, drunk, hapless, and the only reason he's survived this long is that the Fates, apparently, are determined to drive James Norrington to drink.

The thought seems strangely prophetic when he enters his bedroom and finds a bottle of rum, complete with gaudy red ribbon, on the small table by the door. He turns it over in his hands, and as the taunt pushes him from angry to enraged, he roars and draws back to throw it against the wall.

He is stopped by, of all things, a very quiet "tsk" from the general direction of his bed. James closes his eyes, lowers his arm, counts to ten. When he opens his eyes, the Fates are still laughing at him, in the form of one filthy, unwashed, harebrained pirate.

In his bed.

"That's a very fine vintage, mate. Be rude of you to waste it, after all the trouble I went through to bring it to you here."

Setting the bottle back on the table, James closes his eyes again. It is, he knows, too much to hope for that he might be febrile, hallucinating, dying even. He counts to one hundred this time, and the lasting silence almost gives him hope.

Almost, but when he opens his eyes again, there is still a half-dressed pirate in his bed, wrists tied to the iron frame.

"Well?" It's an invitation, unspoken though it may be, to madness. James knows this.

He accepts.

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

oooooooooooooh, shiny!

[girlpearl]

*hugs* Feel better.

[cleverthylacine]

I know you're not into HP but if you go to my recs post today, there are a couple of things on it that are extremely funny. The Weatherby one with Draco and Ron is priceless.

*loves*

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

*loves back*

We didn't know that about the cipro. Which ian has been on six times since February.

Shall go take a look; I trust your recs more than most.

*loves more*

[cyan-blue.livejournal.com]

Hugs...

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

Those are good, too.

Help yourself to the pretty; I couldn't really make cookies, you know?

[megpie71.livejournal.com]

In order:

1) Nabbed the "I Read Sex" icon, and shall credit as appropriate - if that's okay with you.

2) Guede's done it again. And again. And again. And now I want to see how the heck the boys from Sharpe cope with Jack...

3) Life is interesting.

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

Enjoy! There are more to pick from now, if you like... :-)

Guede. There are no words.

Innit?

[trolleypup.livejournal.com]

Sorry I can't help with the request. But snarfed an icon anyway.

I suppose I could go looking to see if I could find some me-porn to send you. Hmm...not that one. OK. You choose, sunset, sunrise or broad daylight?

[commodorified.livejournal.com]

Sunset. I take it you'd rather not become an I Read Sex icon?

also just did more of same :-)

Incoming!!!!

[trolleypup.livejournal.com]

Great big inbox stuffing image on its way! (as of now)

Sunset it is.

Actually I don't mind, not something I have major issues about. (Eeeeee! commodorified's using me for an icon! Squeeee! is more like it.) Amused by the irony, but no objections.