Masterlist of the fanfiction I've done thus far. Some of these are written anonymously, but yes, they are mine. I have a few other anonymous ones floating around out there, but I don't feel like outing myself for those or I've lost 'em. Note that none of my work is beta'd so any mistakes you might find are mine. Feel free to point anything out to me if it's in a place where it can be readily changed (journal post or on Fanfcition.net). Everything on the list should be alphabetical, and there are some (but not many) off-site links (to FF.net and/or AO3).

I'll update this as I write more. I think that's everything.

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Good lord, where has the time gone, and where the hell have I been?

Summer is almost gone, and so, it seems is my security. I managed to grab a proofreading job, but I fear some stupid mistakes may have cost me my shot at getting any more. I don't know; I've yet to hear back from them, and it's been almost a month. Writing has almost completely stalled for me, and I don't know why. Apathy, perhaps. I'm trying to get myself back to it, back into a creative space, but I don't know how well forcing these things works.

I guess it's this odd state of stasis I find myself in that has me so confused.

I'm looking at going to graduate school, but I'm holding myself back. I'm already horribly in debt from student loans; getting a Master's degree would multiply that amount by three at the very least. I know I'll be poor for the rest of my life, but do I really want to be that poor? Eh, maybe. I don't know. I do know that I don't want to go back to school in two weeks, but I've got to. Only one semester to go before I have that diploma.

All I know right now is that I want to go away. I want to disappear. Right now I'm aiming my school sights on Scotland, so perhaps that's where next year will find me. Likely I'll still be here, in Colorado, wondering what the hell I'm supposed to do with myself.

Ah, well...

On a lighter note, I have been visiting the cats at one of my local shelters once a week for the past few months. It's kitten season now, so things are a bit crowded there, but I have pictures, all taken with my crappy cell phone, but they're good enough. I have a lot of them. It helps me keep the cats close to my heart if they pass on or find the forever home they've been needing.

So I leave you, anyone who might be reading this odd little bit of rambling that will likely be deleted once I realize what I wrote, here's my buddy Thorin to see you off.

So I just found out that there was a shooting at one of the midnight showings of The Dark Knight Rises in Aurora, about half an hour's drive from where I live. There were quite a few police at the theatre I went to last night, and I thought it was odd at the time, but shrugged it off as part of crowd control (even though in hindsight I realize that that makes no sense because there's never been police presence at any of the other midnight shows I've been to). I don't even know what to say at this point except that I'm kind of afraid to leave my home right now. Holy shit.

Okay, so I tried to forget about this, but it just keeps cropping up and pushing my buttons.

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Fandom: X-Men: First Class (movie)
Characters: Erik, Charles
Warnings: Violence, wartime situations, character death, AU (set during WWI)
Summary: The war can't last forever.
Disclaimer: Neither X-Men nor the film X-Men: First Class are my intellectual property

Expansion of a small fill I did for this prompt (the earlier fill I wrote has been incorporated into this one). All poems are taken from The Oxford Book of English Verse. They are, in the order in which they appear, Man; Music, When Soft Voices Die (from whence the title of this story came) and Invictus. Any historical or language errors are mine. Feel free to point 'em out if you see any.

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But does anyone know anything about lip injuries and scars?

Long story short, two of my cats were fighting today and one landed on my face (yeah, I know, ridiculous), tearing open my upper lip. I went to an urgent care center to get it looked at (because, you know, cats and dieases go hand in hand with injuries), but they didn't give me any stitches or anything even though it looked a hell of a lot like it needed at least one, but shit healthcare is shit healthcare, blah, blah, blah, whatever.

I'm just wondering if anyone has any information on scarring for things like this because my injury looks like a glob of charred death on my mouth right now, and I really don't want to hate my face anymore than I already do.

ETA: Also, ciproflaxin is the devil. I haven't had a medication make me feel this terrible since I got pneumonia a year or two ago. God damn it, cats. What the hell did I ever do to you to make you do this to me?

Disclaimer: Again, some dialogue is borrowed for this part. If it looks familiar, it probably is.

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Good lord, I hate LiveJournal's new updating system thing for Rich Text. So frustrating and glitchy.
Disclaimer: Some of the dialogue for this part is directly from the movie. If it sounds familiar, it probably is.

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