Say a prayer but let the good times roll

Is it hot in here...?

2008-03-23T06:59:06Z

Okay. I think I have to make this confession (semi)-publicly.

Even though I am a lesbian, and really have no desire to ever sleep with a guy....

I would sleep with Patrick Stump if he would just sing for me.

princess_witch @ 2008-03-21T16:16:00

2008-03-21T21:19:03Z

*sideways glance at LiveJournal*

Right. Yeah, maybe I should update here more often. I just realized my header has been broken for the last month and a half.

I kind of want a new layout though. Any suggestions?

...Does anyone even read this?

princess_witch @ 2007-08-18T17:38:00

2007-08-18T23:08:27Z

So, wheee! First non-fannish post here. I was tagged to do a meme by trialia, so here goes.

1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
2. Tag seven people to do the same.
3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.

I cut mine into subjects because I sometimes get OCD like that.

On Relationships:

1. I'm in what could best be described as an open relationship with my girlfriend, though I've never taken advantage of this. (By which I mean I've never slept with anyone else. Kissing, on the other hand? I do a lot of kissing. Usually with her watching.)

2. I still love my ex-boyfriend. I'm not in love with him. I would never leave Katie for him. I'm not sexually attracted to boys in any meaningfull way (They're pretty to look at, but other than that... Eh.) However, I do still love him and care about him more than I do most people. He probably doesn't realize this.

On Health

3. I like to call myself a passive hypocondriac. I tend to think things are wrong with me, but I never go to the doctor about them because I know I'm just being silly. This will probably be the death of me one day.

4. I've never been diagnosed with any mental illnesses, but I count myself as "crazy" anyway, and for the most part, I'm okay with this. I'd rather be my own special brand of craziness than anything people might consider normal.

On Writing

5. I want to be a published author someday, but I'm scared to death of the process of finding a publisher, and despite assurances to the contrary, I don't think I'm good enough. I've finished one book, am more than half way through a second, AND a quarter of the way through a third.

On Fandom

6. I've only been into Harry Potter fandom since about the time StrikeThrough began. I wrote my first HP fic for pornish_pixies's The Internet is for Porn challenge. It was actually a coincidence though; I only really seem to enjoy closed canons, and HP's canon was ending, so I was finally getting into it.

7. Try as I might, I cannot write porn. I almost always fade to black. In my original fiction, in my RPGs, in my fic. I've only written one NC-17 fic, and that was actually a generously high rating. Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with me.

I tag ... calliopes_pen, catrinella, femmequixotic, frek, gblvr,keieeeye,and toimhseachan, which is almost my entire flist. That's rather sad.

Fic: Need - R - Numb3rs: Don/Charlie - For eppescest

2007-06-29T15:05:50Z

Title: Need
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: R for Mature Themes, but nothing explicit.
Warnings: Incest, obviously. Dubcon (due to Charlie's motives).
Spoilers: Episode 1x04 Structural Corruption
Length: 330 words
Summary: They agreed it was over a long time ago. But sometimes need takes over.
Note: The bit in the beginning about Occam’s Razor is taken from the Wikipedia entry on the subject, as I only understand it in simplest terms and was looking for something Charlie could babble about. Not beta'd.

“Of course, there are flaws to Occam’s razor, you know. In particular, 'simplicity' must first be defined in some way before the razor may be used, and that this definition will always be subjective. For example…” Charlie said, as he entered the house, Don and his father behind him.

Alan set his keys down on a table by the door, and proceeded to fake a yawn. “Well, I’m exhausted. I think I’ll head to bed now. Good night, Charlie, good night, Donny – be careful on your drive home; there’s going to be one hell of a storm tonight.”

As their father left the room, Charlie turned to Don.”What? Was it something I said?”

Don laughed, and smirked at Charlie, but didn’t say anything. The younger brother frowned.

“I was just explaining –“ He was interrupted by Don kissing him forcibly. When Don finally pulled away, Charlie was quite speechless.

Finally he said, in a small voice, “You haven’t done that in quite a while, Don. I-I thought…”
I thought we were over that.

Don ran his hand through his hair, turning away from Charlie.

“Sorry,” he muttered, and then added, as if reading Charlie’s mind, “I know we agreed – but…”
I can’t stop thinking about you.

Charlie cast a worried glance upward. “We can’t – .” No matter how much we want to.

Don stepped away from him, heading toward the door. This time, it was Charlie who made the move – putting the hand on his shoulder that made him turn around, and then kissing him when his guard was down. Don detached Detached, he’s always accusing me of being detached, but how can I do this and stay sane without detaching from the situation, relying on his instinct to carry him through, to satisfy the desires his conscience couldn’t deal with. The need he couldn’t understand. He dug his hands into Charlie’s hair, and advanced, guiding him toward the couch.

I need him, Don thought.

He needs me, Charlie thought.

Fic: Untitled Crack!fic - Harry Potter: Harry/Ron - PG

2007-06-27T12:22:48Z

Title: Untitled Crack!fic
Author: ktprincesswitch
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG for talking about sex
Prompt: Bandslash
Length: 150 words
Warnings: 4th wall breaking, crack!fic
Summary: Harry likes Pete.
Notes: I am starting to really like comment!fic.

"He doesn't know you exist, you know," Ron said nonchalantly, as he entered the Gryffindor boys' room. Harry was on his bed, reading a muggle magazine, featuring Fall Out Boy on the cover. Ron just knew he was swooning over Pete again.

"What? Yes he does! He talks about me all the time!"

"Yeah, but he thinks you're fictional. That sodding J.K. Rowling and all."

"But he still knows who I am---"

"And anyway, he's got a thing for Hermione. The git's straight, Harry."

Harry started laughing. "Have you seen him? He wears eyeliner And the singer? Patrick? They're sleeping together."

"And what, you think they'll invite you for a threesome?"

"I could see if they'd want to make it a foursome..."

Ron responded to that by pouncing him, pinning him to the bed with a fierce kiss. “Nah, I think I’d rather just keep you to myself, thanks.”

Fic: The Crowd Cheers On - Bandslash: FOB - Pete/Patrick

2007-06-23T09:30:09Z

Title: The Crowd Cheers On
Fandom: Bandslash: Fall Out Boy
Characters: Pete/Patrick
Prompt: None, unless Bang the Doldrums being stuck in my head counts.
Word Count: 280
Rating: G
Warnings: slightly crack!fic
Summary:The boys get caught (sort of) and Pete makes it a Moment (or tries.)

"F-O-B, F-O-B!" the crowd chants. Backstage, Pete has Patrick cornered for a good luck kiss before the show. He manages to steal the kiss, but not before the both of them can hear Joe and Andy coming out of their dressing rooms.

"You're going to get us caught one of these days!" Patrick hisses at Pete.

Pete just grins and shrugs. "Maybe we should just tell them already."

"Tell who what?" Joe asks, he and Andy rounding the corner just in time to make the four of them feel very awkward. Pete and Patrick are still standing just a little too close.

Pete looks at Patrick, who has a pained look on his face. Pete is about to tell the other two men to just forget it – they have a show to do, they don’t need to get into this now, anyway – but then Patrick just sighs.

“Tell them.”

Pete raises an eyebrow as if to say “Really?” and gives Patrick a second to back out. When nothing comes, Pete looks over at Andy and Joe.

He only has one chance to make this a Moment. And what better way.

“Best friends, ex-friends ‘till the end …. Better off as lovers…”

“And not the other way around,” Patrick finishes, the sounds coming mostly out of habit.

“I don’t get it,” Andy says slowly, but the look of realization is already dawning on his face.

“Oh man, that song is about you guys? I’m never going to be able to play it now!” Joe exclaims, though he knows there’s no choice. They’ll have to talk about this later. Or maybe never. Never sounds good right now.

And outside, the crowd cheers on.