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The rest of the end quote:

" [love] completes many things,

and warrants them to take effect,

where he who does not love would faint and lie down."

Yeah, that's pretty much it.  Oh, you wanted rational thought? I'm so sorry, tonight's Hotch ep has decircuited my brain. :)

there's nothing you can do that can't be done )
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Fic in-joke: Okay, apparently I completely missed where they were going with this when I wrote "The Bakery Bandit". Or, hopefully, we'll get that bit of it later. But: OH BABY GIRL.
We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin- Andre Berthiaume )
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The thing is, I've always been more partial to the Rossi episodes than I might let on. And this is no exception.

Eff Proust, I'll go with Mark Twain. )

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Disclaimers: No member of the Criminal Minds team belongs to me, they belong to Bernero, Gordon, et al. If I did own them, or CBS, THERE WOULD BE NO NEED TO WRITE THIS FIC. D:
Rating: FRC. This fic Haz A Sad.
Genre: Gen/Post-Ep/ Friendship
Spoilers: 6.02, "JJ"; it is a post-ep, act accordingly.
Characters: Hotch and Garcia, mentions of the rest.
Night Watch 'Verse

Note: A particularly schmoopy bit of of writerly-cope with last week's episode. So, pretty much SOP for this 'verse.

Summary: The rest of the team deals in their own particular idiom; Penelope does as well, but with the aid of mysteriously appearing baked goods.

It had started with the black currant scones. )
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So, it's 10:05 EST, and I've been bawling for the past 10 minutes over a television show. And despite what people who shall remain my mother might say, I don't do this all that often. But like most people in this episode, I must defer to the power of forces greater than myself. Like the CM writing staff and cast.

The only thing you can trust is the ground beneath you. Until one day, it shifts. )
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I was so pissed in July when the news came. So pissed. But there's still so much I love about the show, and they've sucked me in for the time being.

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Disclaimers: Don't own Ziva/Tim/Tony/Gibbs. Or the universe in which they operate. I'm just playing in DBell's and Shane Brennan's sandbox.
FRT- References to blood, gunshot wounds, pain, hostage situations.


Genre: Angst/Hurt-Comfort/Friendship
Ziva POV; Tim, Tony, and Gibbs.


Note and Summary: Written and originally posted at [ profile] comment_fic  for First Words Mandag, for a prompt by my b'loved [ profile] jack_infinitude :

"NCIS, McGee/Ziva, 'McGee was not supposed to be the one bleeding out on the bullpen floor'."

This was not how the universe worked. It just wasn't. And if-and when they got out of this, Ziva and the universe Were Going To Have Words. )
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I have found a new show! And it is shiny! Well, at least a rough and dirty, Cap'n Tightpants-in-"Firefly" kind of  shiny.
What do you possibly own that you could dryclean? )
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Disclaimer: The Doctor, Amy Pond, and TARDIS do not belong to me; they belong to Stephen Moffat and the BBC, and pretty much to the ages. I make nothing off this.
Rating: FRC. Sheer Fluff.
Genre: Het (Non-Explicit)/ Friendship / H/C(mental)
Spoilers: Nothing in particular, but in general for Series 6. Pre-Rory, anyway.
Pairing: Eleven/Amy/TARDIS (IDEK, either.)
Prompt: "Doctor Who, Eleven/Amy, we've got another thing coming undone"

Note: Originally written for Free For All Friday over at  Comment_Fic , for [ profile] myconstant 's lovely prompt. I swear, I meant it to be Eleven/Amy, but it sort of got away from me.

Summary: When the bad days come, Amy always has some help to count on.

He'd never say it, of course, but Amy knew it when she saw it. )
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*looks self up and down*

I seem to have survived the move to Piscataway relatively intact. All cords hooked up, all suitcases unpacked, and my god, there's even some  decent adult food in the refrigerator. I even have a decent supermarket in relative proximity. Faith and begorrah, I might be able to do this.

Of course, as always it comes with restrictions/corollarys, etc et al. A whole bunch of stuff is still at my mother's house, and may remain so for the forseeable future. I need to get shelving so the books and DVDs can emerge from their packing. I'm cat-sitting this week, and  amtaking that opportunity to move more stuff via suitcase. There are still strong tentacular thingees tying me to 30 miles south.

As there should be; and I realize this, because one of the strongest emotions I'm feeling right now is loneliness. Theoretical Roomie has not appeared yet, and there's no cats tearing about the place madly, or people yelling up the stairs for me. And that's kind of unnerving. It'll subside in a week or two, when I have classes or hopefully a job. Then, I will see this room as sanctuary, probably. But right now it's big and empty and echo-y.

Thank dog for the Internet. Time to spend the week writing fic.
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Finally saw THE APARTMENT on Monday, when I went to pick up the keys from the Housing Office and get my student ID. And I have to say, it's really kind of fantastic. The dining room and the living room are one, but they are furnished (!) I will need to go purchase some Sofa Parasites (tm Steven Moffatt) though. Then there is the unholy abomination that I have termed the Hallchen, because Kitchway doesn't have the cadence. Basically it is a corridor with the bedrooms on one side, refrigerator/cabinets/electric range (!!) on the other, and bathroom at the end. 

Don't know which bedroom I'll get, because a) haven't heard back from Theoretical Roomie, so b) she may be there when I arrive. I have termed them Thingummy and Bob, and am now leaning toward claiming Bob, if I have my choice.

It's less than 48 hours until  Saturday morning and the main portion of move-out. Involving driving and cars. And (Ex)Coworker M coming in contact with my mother. Which could go fantastically, or could go like matter meeting anti-matter. Who knows. Most things are packed. Tomorrow,  since the FG is heading up to campus for band camp anyway, I'm accompanying them with a YOOGE suitcase full of clothes.

I also have a bead on a part-time assistant job which sounds rather fun, so *fingers crossed*; and I've discovered or rediscovered "White Collar", and am having a Tim DeKay renaissance. I swear to god I'm not fandom-cheating on Hotch, though.

And there are many, many other family things going on at the exact same time, so basically, it's our annual/bi-yearly tornado of STUFF. Of which my shit is really the least important; and for the first time in a year or so, I feel like I may be on top of it. (Check back in two weeks after classes start. There May Be Flail.)
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Disclaimer: Peter, Neal, Jones, Diana, and El do not belong to me; they belong to the lovely and talented Jeff Eastin and USA Networks.
Rating: FRC. Not even any whump, really.
Genre: Gen/Friendship/Hurt-Comfort
Spoilers: None, really, but set post-2x01, and general background up to 2x05.
Pairing: None
Characters: Jones POV; Neal, Peter, Jones and Diana.

Notes: 1) Originally written  and posted for the hurt/comfort comment-fic meme  over at [ profile] whitecollarhc . For [ profile] ariadnes_string 's prompt, "Peter. Appendicitis.(my preference would be for Elizabeth to be out of town, and Neal to be dealing with it on his own, but if you'd rather include her, that's good too) Gen or slash. "
2) Yeah. I know. My last three fics, all in first-time fandoms for me. It's crazy. Swear I'll get back to CM eventually. But I really do love WC, and have been waiting to find a good fic idea for a while.

Summary: Peter Burke is usually a pretty reasonable man, but not when it comes to illness. Namely his own. Now Jones has to call in the big guns. (You know who.)

Rule One of the List According to Special Agent Clinton W. Jones IV: "What happens in the van, stays in the van." )
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Disclaimer: Neither Milner nor Sam nor any other character mentioned belong to me; they are the great creations of Anthony Horowitz, ITV, et al. The song "The Jolly Miller" is a folk song, also  known as "The Miller of Dee", but I used the lyrics found here .
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Genre: Het/ PWP/ Friendship/Angst

Spoilers: Set between 4.01 "Invasion", and 4.02 "Bad Blood".
Pairing: Milner/Sam

Summary: The Grace Davies/Will Grayson case has been resolved, but Milner hasn't found any rest yet. Maybe a late-night visit from a friend will help...

(What song is it?) )
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Via [ profile] phantomcranefly , the Doctor Who Companion Test:

Rose Tyler
Rose Tyler
Take Which Doctor Who companion are you? (girls) today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.


You're Rose Tyler!

You are spunky, determined, and as religiously devoted to your Doctor as you are to chips. (He's the only one who doesn't know how sweet you are on him, too.) You never stay put when you're told to stay put, but just when everyone expects you to get roasted by the monster of the week, you turn right around and figure out the mystery. You're sharp as a tack, but also sensitive, knowing when the Doctor needs someone to back him up or when he just needs a hand to hold. He seems to think he can get rid of you... you're quick to show him he's wrong!

Huh. )


Life update: *loud and raucous Sousa-esque fanfare* )

On the fic front: CHOAS. CHAOS. And woe. )
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[E Has Left The Project Team]
[E is a student again]
[End of line] (?)

So. That happened. Two of the most emotional days in my relatively short experience, and that was only the end of one thing. With the beginning of something else still to come. To retreat to my half an English degree, I'm feeling very liminal right now.

My office ( my office that was) likes any excuse to throw a party, I think, and my departure was it. But it was more than that, I think. We were 6 people, out on a separate campus from the rest of the university, connected by phone and email, but isolated just the same. Shoved together, we somehow clicked beautifully. Not elegant; busting chops, as in any New Jersey office, was our lingua franca. As my TV-tropes-obsessed brain might put it, we were a nakama, a team, for nearly three years. They were my first experience of gainful employment, and as I told them truthfully, I could not have had any better team-mates.

Because, I'll confide something to you, dear readers: I have an evil brain some times. It'll yell "screw-up" and "weirdo" at me constantly at high volume, telling me "People don't really like you. They just put up with you." And then, I have friends, and family, and friends that are family, who say "E's brain, you shut up now please."

My work computer's desktop, for the past year, has been a map of the Discworld. I had the  Three Rules for The Librarians of Time and Space on my wall. I would occasionally babble about it if asked. And a month ago, Coworker M, out of the blue, asked me, "Who's a better character, the Librarian or Ridcully?" I answered to the best of my abilities.

Fastforward to Thursday, and me holding in my hands an Unseen University soccer jersey, with "Librarian" on the back.

*dissolves into squishy emotional jelly*

And now it's over, and I'm not going to wake up Monday and putter into our tiny public-pool-locker-room looking office, say "good morning" or snark about something. I'll see them, I'll keep in contact, but something fundamental has changed.

I'm staring forward at something completely new in my life, in myriad different ways, and  I don't know at all how it's going to work out. *see entry title* Maybe thinking of it as a quest, with an end, will help. Only the orcs are more subtle, and there's no magic ring, just a piece of paper saying "Master's Degree".

Well, at least New Brunswick is not where the shadows lie, as far as I'm aware.

I hereby step my foot onto the road. Which, as they say, does tend to go ever on and on.
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Fandom: John Adams (The HBO Miniseries)
Disclaimer: Abigail and Thomas, as portrayed here, belong to  HBO, David McCullough, the creators and writers of the  miniseries, and especially to Laura Linney and Stephen Dillane. I only play with them naughtily and put them back when I am done.
Rating: FRAO. I mean, it was written for Porn Battle X , what do you expect?
Genre: Het/Friendship/Angst/ PWP
Spoilers: The whole damn miniseries, but especially the bits with the three of them in France.
Pairing: Abigail Adams/Thomas Jefferson

Notes: 1) Originally written and posted for  Porn Battle X, for the prompt "Abigail Adams/Thomas Jefferson; jealousy". As with all my stuff, it took on a mind of its own.
2) I watched all the way through "John Adams" last month, and have been wanting to write fic ever since. John/Abby, John/Thomas, and John/Abby/Thomas got into my head and wouldn't leave. So I warn you,  there may also slash fic ahoy.

Summary: Set during John, Abby, and Thomas's time together in France. Loving John Adams, or being his friend, isn't easy. But do Abigail and Thomas share something more?


"There were parts of John that were not hers, facets of him that she would never possess or understand. And most of the ones she knew about, belonged to Thomas. And that, she obviously could not forgive." )
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The internet is back up here, and I'm relearning a full-size keyboard. So: IT'S COMMENT FIC A-GO-GO!

Or, why Em seems congenitally not able to write anything short.  Yet again, the credit goes to my muses, [ profile] melliyna  and [ profile] katewallace , without whom I am nothing.

Disclaimers: Nothing in either the West Wing or Criminal Minds fandom belongs to me. They belong to Sorkin, Bernero, Wells, Gordon, etc.

Title: "Easy Child"
Fandom: The West Wing
Rating: FRC
Genre: Drabble/Gen/Angst 
Prompt: "Sam Seaborn, the easy child"
Characters: Toby POV.
Timing: Sometime during early S3.


Sam burns slow, and he burns cold.  )


Title: "Morning's Guard"
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: FRC
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Friendship
Characters: Team, with a focus on Rossi, JJ and Hotch.
Spoilers: 5.21, "Exit Wounds"
Prompt: "The next time Dave and Aaron shared a room after "Nights' Watch" (or the next morning)"


JJ Jareau had a list. Not a physical, paper-list, certainly. But it was an important one, nonetheless. )


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