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Touché, Meyshi... touché.

Story Or Series Title: ArgentAmeth (No, I'm NOT sure if it's supposed to be two words.)
Fandom: The Boy Who Shagged A Rockstar
Culprit Author's Name: Meyshi, a repeat offender and royal pain in the arse

Full Name (plus titles if any): They're ALL horrifying, but the primary offender is "Teegan Khamaar Gylden" -- I SHIT YOU NOT.
Full Species(es): "half Lion demon"
Hair Color (include adjectives): "Skinny dreads to [his] tail bone"
Eye Color (include adjectives): "Bright, bright honey brown"
Unusual Markings/Colorations: He apparently has a g-string size of 24 (!!!).
Special Possessions (if any): AN EVIL TWIN!

Annoying Origin: Norway, apparently
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: In every single one of her stories, he's either a friend of Draco or Harry, and later becomes the love interest of Blaise Zabini
Annoying Special Abilities: Ready for this?... "Piano, design and singing oh yeah…I love to dance!" ALSO -- HE'S A DRUM MAJOR WITH MODELLING EDUCATION.
Other Annoying Traits: He'd be much more tolerable without functioning organs.

Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:

No, Meyshi, my panties are not going moist for your Stu, I don't like him, your grammar is deplorable and furthermore, FGSFDS!Collapse )

MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

The phone lines are down -- otherwise I would have called 911 by now. I had to barricade all the doors and nail plywood across the windows. It was all for naught. I can smell their putrid, decaying flesh through the walls. Their moaning has been constant for three days. Banging... banging on the walls... shotguns won't stop them. Landmines won't stop them, either.

Because these aren't your standard, run-of-the-mill, empty-headed, slack-jawed zombies a la Night of the Living Dead, no! No, these are killer zombies. They run at forty miles an hour and can snap your neck with their pinky finger! They have enormous, razor-sharp, jagged teeth that can tear through solid iron like tissue paper. And they can scheme. OH, THEY CAN SCHEME. I just had to decapitate one that came crawling up under the floorboards. Its black blood is still on me!! Crafty little bastards!

And I can't defeat them! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! They're like parasites! They're around the house, on the roof, clawing at the windows... I NEED HELP! SEND HELP QUICKLY! PLEASE, I CAN HEAR THEM NOW! THEY'RE BREAKING THE KITCHEN WINDOW! OH GOD I CAN HEAR THEM COMING DOWN THE HALL! SEND AN AMBULANCE! I LIVE AT 2908t3gy4teph]yhjkl;'

Fic: "A Beautiful Mirage"

Happy new year, everyone!

I haven't posted this to Inkvein yet, but it will be up once I finish the redesign.

Title: A Beautiful Mirage
Author: Snuffy Livingston (snuffylicious)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: None. The sex is totally vanilla.
Summary: Even the perfect duplicate of Draco's body couldn't fill the void of his being gone from Harry's life.

A Beautiful MirageCollapse )

Hasghdahd

I am feeling extraordinarily inadequet as a writer and a human being.

That's just one of those stories.

You know the kind.

The kind that when you stop reading it, your jaw is on the floor and you're staring at the screen in awe and admiration, and your head eventually hits the desk and you wonder why you even got into writing in the first place when you're so pathetic compared to masterpieces like that and eventually you throw your hands up towards the sky and scream "TO WRITE LIKE THAT, I WOULD GLADLY SELL MY SOUL," but Satan doesn't appear, the lazy little bastard, so you're left filled with frustration and end up writing a run-on sentence in your LiveJournal.

YOU KNOW, ONE OF THOSE STORIES.

I hate my period.

For the few men that read this journal, avert your eyes.

Alright, so it's that time of the month again. This morning I was putting on my pad in my sleep-induced stupor when I realized something strange: the little slip of paper that held the wings together was wishing me, and I quote, "A happy period."

What the fuck?

Thanks a lot, assholes. In between the vaginal bleeding, the mood swings, the cramping and the general shitiness, I will, indeed, do my damn best to have "a happy period."

What kind of phrasing is that, anyway? Who has a happy period? Periods aren't supposed to be happy. They're supposed to be your body's way of reminding you that you didn't get laid this month and therefore are not bearing a child. Since when is that happy?

I fucking hate my period.