Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

This backstory flashback interlude in the current meme fill I'm doing is 1500 words on it's own and I haven't even gotten to the ~action.

What. Is. Going. On.

There's a ghost in this part at least? And Yusuf?

I don't even fucking know, y'all.


What's shakin' this week? I think I'm gonna bust out the *serious* cookie making later. That means the SPARKLY SUGAR and the SUGAR PEARLS and cookie cutters and junk. I'm late this year, but I've been naffing about with other cookies, stepping out on the sugar cookies if you will. To be fair, the sugar cookies used to pay way more attention to me, used to hang on my every word, and now they're more interested in their xbox. I have needs, people.


Here have a little bit of content. Winter means listening to Ideas for me. Scroll down on the page a bit and dl the two part podcast of the doc called Exodus. I know this will appeal to some of you.


This story is going to easily be 15K words. THE FUCK?

Ok, so this is a flashback in my "Saving People, Hunting Things" story. It got so long that I decided to just post it here and link it on the meme since I didn't want to have to break the junk down into comment windows.

This one works as a stand alone, really. You just need to know that instead of dreamers, the dudes live in a quasiSupernatural world. Lay off, it had to happen sooner or later.

(The rest of it is here.)

I even got Amber to beta this (she really doesn't care about Inception, but I feel like I've been listening to Kirk/McCoy bs for a couple years now for a REASON).


( Salad Days )




Whatever, it's an illness.