stripped0

stripped0 — Thu, 19 May 2011 02:21:37 GMT

Originally made for the fandom20in20 challenge on Dreamwidth.

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icon request time!

stripped0 — Tue, 05 Oct 2010 12:12:36 GMT

I make no promises on speed, but I've decided that it's icon request time.

I will make YOU a small batch of 3 to 5 icons (which I will also post on smallbatchicons). All YOU have to do is make a request and either point me towards specific images, or tell me about a place where I can find my own. If you don't point me towards any images, I'm totally using whatever I can find, so if you have something specific in mind, definitely link me.

I can also make text icons, if you have quotes you want to see. Or lyrics!

So hit me. I will take requests up through Monday; just give me some time to deliver!

And please, feel free to spread this around. I mean, yes, I have lots of work to do already, but icons are fun and kind of fit around the edges of other things. Nice to work on when I can't be writing, and I like to have lots of ideas in my queue.

stripped0 — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 00:01:24 GMT

I blame wishfulclicking. :) And I know I'm already in over my head, ficwise, but um, I'll give it a try??

anniversary – perfect gift	birthday – surprise party	feeding – erotic	movie night	picnic
playing matchmaker	butterfly kisses	posing as a couple	sleepy times	baby's first holiday/celebration
anniversary – miles apart	holiday	WILD CARD	wedding – first dance	nurse back to health
candlelight sex	watching the game	kidfic – vacation	fever	looking at the stars
anniversary – one partner sick	crying	cuddling – hypothermia	“I love you” – first	long walk on the beach

stripped0 — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 16:18:17 GMT

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All I ask is please give stripped credit in the comment space when you upload the icon, so that curious people can find their way back to find more here.

Comments are love, but if you don't comment, I won't hate you. :)

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stripped0 — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 18:37:13 GMT

Round two signups for fandom20in20 are open! If you like to make icons, go sign up. If you want to play with making icons and just need a nudge, go sign up. If you know someone who makes icons elsewhere and want to lure them to DW, give them a code to make an account and tell THEM to go sign up.

Seriously, I had so much fun with the prompts last round and I'm trying to decide which claim I want to take this round, and I can't wait until the new prompts go up on the 1st. This is way fun. Come play!!

Oh, and given your knowledge of my fandoms, if anyone has anything I've mentioned in past posts that they'd like to see me claim, let me know! I'm open to suggestions...

stripped0 — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 13:36:42 GMT

Musing aloud...

Now that I've finished the TAI set for fandom20in20, I'm back to my other self creating a zillion PB icons. But I'd like to have another art set to do in the meantime. I could do Glee, but I'm ALWAYS behind there. I could do Degrassi, but there's no place to share them. I could do more bandom easily enough because I obviously need icons for We the Kings and for All Time Low. So I'm asking here, if I'm going to pick incredibly slowly at another icon set of lyrics/words/pretties... what ought I try to do? Any suggestions? They make a nice break from the crop/light/color of a PB icon set.

I'd list my fandoms but... hm... okay, so let's try some of the recent ones... Sarah Jane Adventures, Degrassi, 10 Things I hate About You, the Beautiful Life, Skins, We The Kings, Friday Night Boys, All Time Low, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus... I'm sure there are others. Plenty of others. Anything I've talked about is fairgame, plus photos I've taken.

stripped0 — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 12:50:28 GMT

Claim
Musician: William Beckett, of The Academy Is...

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THEMES

Bowl of Petunias	The Mice	GPP	Space	Dolphins


Vogosphere	Zaphod	Mostly Harmless	Dish of the Day	Babel Fish

CATEGORY - MAGRATHEA

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Glee Icons [S01E13 Sectionals]

stripped0 — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 14:48:06 GMT

Show: Glee
Episode: S01E14, "Sectionals"
# Icons: 24

Please credit (stripped0 on Livejournal or stripped on Dreamwidth, please link to here for IJ) so other people can find my icons if they like the ones you have!

Please comment; I'd love to know what's working for people!

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stripped0 — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 02:45:14 GMT

Show: Glee
Episode: S01E04, "Preggers"
# Icons: 17

Please credit (stripped0 on Livejournal or stripped on Dreamwidth, please link to here for IJ) so other people can find my icons if they like the ones you have!

Please comment; I'd love to know what's working for people!

Samples:

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Family Matters

stripped0 — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 15:24:55 GMT

Title: Family Matters
Fandom: Glee
Character: Puck
Pairing: Quinn & Rachel both mentioned, mostly gen though
Timing: around "Wheels"
Rating: PG-13 for language
Spoilers: maybe?
Disclaimer: Glee is copyright by whoever holds the copyright. I'm just writing a fic here, using the character, and I gain nothing by this save getting the muse out of my HEAD. No infringement is intended
Author's Note: It's my first Glee fic and therefore my first Puck fic. Also, has not been beta'd, all typos are my own.

The guitar once belonged to his father. So did the piano that sat in the front corner of the living room, now painted vivid purple to contrast the lime green walls, and buried under pictures of himself and his mom. It had been out of tune for at least five years now, and so many things held down the cover that he couldn't open it to get at the keys if he'd wanted to.

Not that he wanted to. He lied to himself and told himself that the piano didn't matter. Music didn't matter. The guitar sure as hell didn't matter.

Football mattered, because that was how he was getting out of this piece of shit town and making something of himself. He'd get out, be a star, have everything he ever wanted. More women than he could shake a stick at, any time of day or night, worshiping at his feet.

Yeah. That was what mattered.

Not the feel of piano keys under his fingertips, the way they danced when he touched them, smoky melodies singing out as hammer struck string. Not the memories of sitting on this bench watching his father's fingers move, not the way his father had first shown him where to place his five-year-old hands that could barely reach from key to key.

Not the way Rachel had accepted him as just this Jewish guy to her Jewish girl, or the way she whimpered softly in his arms with those earnestly virginal kisses that set his blood boiling. Not the way he weirdly hadn't wanted to steal her virginity away and take that hunger and innocence from her, no matter how much he said he wanted into her pants.

Not Quinn, who blew hot and cold and sometimes looked at him like she knew what he was thinking, even when he didn't know himself. Not Quinn who was his best friend's girlfriend and the best fuck he'd ever had. And God knew, Quinn's baby didn't matter. His baby. They were his family, so how could they matter?

Family never mattered. He'd learned that early on.

He reached out, fingers ghosting over the top of the piano. Purple. What the hell was his mom thinking when she did that? Probably something the interior design guy had suggested, before she fucked him on the bed she used to share with his dad. Never paint a piano; they're not good for anything after that. Ruins the wood so they can't stay in tune. The only thing that his dad had left behind that was worth anything any more was that damned guitar.

He had time before his sister got home, time before he had to feed her dinner, make sure she got her homework done and everything was okay, because Mom wouldn't be home for hours yet. He sank down onto the sofa, pulling the guitar onto his lap. Shoving earbuds into his ears, he flicked the iPod on and tuned to the playlist he'd ripped from old bootleg tapes of club performances and the single piece of vinyl that had been recorded in a studio. Soft husky sounds invaded his ears, piano first, the familiar sound of jazz seeping into him.

He'd teethed on this, dozing in clubs because he was too young to stay awake and Dad had taken him along to the gig. His fingers found the melody, teasing it from the guitar strings. He wasn't his dad. He wouldn't run off. Heart poured into the sweet jazz sounds, playing along with a father he hadn't seen in a decade.

Family sucked.

This was all he had left.

stripped0 — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 15:22:33 GMT

This journal is the LJ presence of stripped, from DreamWidth.

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