I HAS A WORDS!

I'm doing this for funsies, but if you wanna keep it rolling go for it.


1- Porn [lol]
2- Fuck [the word not the action lol]
3- North Carolina
4- Gay Husband
5- Hair



1. Porn

        I SURE DO WRITE A LOT OF IT! I also read a lot of it. And love every single moment of it. Porn has been an integral part of my life since I was about 13-you know, the teen boy syndrome-and not just glossy magazines and scrambled channels, but writing and reading the stuff. I'd probably kill myself if any of my old work got out because it was FUCKING AWFUL. I'll never stop though. I thought it was just a phase when I started, but that was seven years ago and I'm still kickin'. Some of the stuff I write is still absolute shit but I've come a long way and I do have a few gems amongst the bullshit. As for real porn, back to the glossy magazines and scrambeled channels, I don't have as much of it as I used to, for which I'm kinda glad because mom and I already have enough awkward shit to talk about without her finding my playboys.


2. Fuck [word]

      Quite obviously this is my favorite word. It works in any fucking situation, in any fucking capacity, and just by it's use someone can gauge exactly how you're feeling. Show me what other words do that every single time? Not to mention, it's just a fuckin' fun swear! Eclipsed only by the C word ('cunt', for those of you who don't get letters and are staring at the screen going "What does cancer have to do with it? Nyrrrrr"), 'fuck' is one of the motherload words, one of the ones that us 90s kids got the belt for blurting out in front of gradma after she handed you the ugliest scarf at the department store when you knew she had the money for a new Sega Dreamcast game.


3. North Carolina

     Where to fucking start? (See? Use of 'fuck' to portray disgust. Damn that word is fucking awesome) North Carolina has been the bane of my fucking existance since I was a little, little kid. I've been stuck in the same Goddamn place for way too long, and the people here are all fucking ignorant angry stupid hicks. Or at least, the ones who are born, bread, and never getting out. I've met a few good ones, but they all either came from the North, or have been around the world. Fuck this place with the highest authority of 'fuck'. Things are so backassward, and yeah, I know, you're sitting there going, "But Dev, there are worse places not even around the world but right here in the US that are worse!" and you can fucking save that speach because what's going on elsewhere doesn't fucking effect me directly the way this shit does. I draw the line at being called a useless dyke by a pregnant 14 year old high school drop out.


4. Gay Husband

    My Gay Hubby, my sweetheart, one of the great loves of my life behind Tarantino, the IKs, and good cigarettes. I've known him since about the seventh grade, even though we met in fourth (neither of us can really remember it too well and PICS or it didn't happen). When he was pretending to be straight, I was the only girl he didn't try to go out with because hey, when you're that deep in the closet you learn to recognize your own. Then he pseudo-came out, and I completely came out, and we did everything together. Mall, movies, prom-hell, he was just hanging out with me at home for a while. He is really one of my best friends and I love him more than words can really describe. Even if he is a big gay bitch sometimes.


5. Hair [Not the play]

    I have a love/hate relationship with hair. Most of the time I'm okay with mine. It's short as all hell and right now it needs to be cut, but most of the time it'll behave now that I cut it. See, I used to have it down to my ass, nearly to my thighs at one point. That was cool, it was fun and all, but I also have a very hot tempratured body and in the summer I fucking died because I'm stuck in the motherfucking humid as shit hot as hell south. So after having my hair long as hell for years, I went in, and told them to chop that shit off. All of it. Now it's about shoulder length at all times. Again. I need a cut right fucking now. The thing I love about my hair though, is that it's always been straight. Perfectly. I don't have to do anything to it, I don't even have to blow dry it. It does basically whatever I want it to. Yes, you can all hate me now. I have the perfect hair.

Title: It Wasn't Pride You Swallowed
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Wilhelm Wicki/Donny Donowitz (YEAH, YOU READ THAT RIGHT)
Rating: R for a blow job and abuse of German
Word count: 439 short and sweet
Summary: When they'd kissed, Wicki attacked Donny's mouth like he was starving, pushing and shoving him until they were exactly where Wicki wanted.
Disclaimer: I don't own a fucking thing and it kills me inside to admit it every time.
Notes: If I knew what inspired this, I'd lock it in a cage and use it like a cheap third world hooker. Oh, don't give me that look, this is Tarantino, I can use colorful metaphors. I'll place the blame on the shoulders of the IKs and the Chat, and thank napalmiris for the amazing beta job she did on this. I owe her my soul and my testicles, which she'll take as soon as she stops pointing her walther at them. By the by, I used Google translations for the little German I have in here, so for the love of God please don't hurt me for what I'm sure is a piss poor translation.


( Sorry Eli, still no topsies. )

Title: Yellow Sun
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Aldo Raine/Donny Donowitz
Rating: R for teasing and language
Word count: 674
Summary: You're makin' me hungry.
Disclaimer: I don't own IB, Aldo, Donny, the Raconteurs, or even my own imagination anymore. For the love of GOD don't sue me.
Notes: I....I don't even fucking know. Just, enjoy it.

( But what's really funny is it's not sunny anymore )

 

Title: Where Dogs Lie
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Aldo Raine/Donny Donowitz
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Spanking (I have never, ever had to put something like this before. O_o)
Word count: 1,468
Summary: On every inhale he tasted sweat and blood from his own wounds, and on the exhale he could see his own breath misting in the cold. It felt good. Just like beating the son of a bitch at his feet to death had felt.
Disclaimer: I swear I mean no harm whatsoever. I don't own this, I don't even come close to owning this, and I really hope Quentin doesn't bitchslap me for stepping into his territory.
Notes: I...have no excuses this time. This was all me in an awful, awful way. I did get something of an idea from this answer to a prompt on the kink meme. Mostly just the idea of Aldo beating someone with his belt. How that translated into this, I will never, ever know. Please, you guys, just don't lynch me. It'd leave an awesome scar but would be really awkward to explain later. Enjoy.





 ( And just like the movies... )

Title: I Wanna Take You for Granted
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Tony, David Emerson, Carl Benton, Michelle Dessler (Almeida?)
Rating: From PG to NC-17
Word count: 1,697
Summary: 50sentences revolving around the relationship between Jack and Tony.
Disclaimer: I don't own 24, I don't own Kiefer, Carlos, Bobby, any of the other actors, or Matchbox 20, who's song 'Push' I stole the title from.
Notes: I used themeset Gamma from the 50sentences challenge and pretty much broke my own heart writing some of these. zoi_no_miko is the one who encouraged me to write them up, so you can go ahead and blame her for this mess. And napalmiris ships Jack/Carl but never gets any lovin', so I kinda wanted to rub that in her face a little with one of these. :D Enjoy!





( I wanna push you around )



Edit: I'd like to apologize for any typos anyone found-apparently there were a ton of them around here and there. Now everyone knows why I stopped posting at six in the morning :D

Title: Cut of the Cloth
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Landa, Aldo, Hermann (who I tried to rename, but Napalm was having none of it.)
Rating: PG
Word count: 190 (I know, dick move posting a drabble, but it wasn't really my choice to post it. -looks uneasily at the gun Napalm has at her head-)
Summary: Landa admires Aldo's strength as a man and a soldier.
Disclaimer: Oh, God, Mr. Tarantino, please please please don't slap me around for playing in your sandbox, I'm just a humble fan doing what they can to get by.
Notes: I guess this can be counted as slash, if you want to see it that way. I know I do. If you don't, then meh, your loss. Just because I had to post this drabble, I promise I'll write something substantial to make up for it later. I just wanna see the movie again before I attempt anything, y'know, long. Guest work by napalmiris, who kicked it off because she's my homie and therefore awesomesauce (Translation: Napalm wrote the first two sentences and it was so awesome I had to use it and build around it.)



( Cut of the Cloth )

Title: After the Day
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Tony
Rating: NC-17 (Finally!)
Word count: 535
Summary: In a hotel room, being loaned out, Jack and Tony have a privet holiday.
Disclaimer: I am so damn angry right now that I don't think I want it.
Notes: Don't let the fluff fool you. I just finished season seven and I'm so angry and angst ridden and pissed that I'm pretty sure my head is either going to explode or I'm going to kill someone. WHY? WHY, GOD, WHY? That being said, I bring you shameless fluff/porn. I...I'm not sure where this came from. Seriously. By all accounts, this should've been painful and sad and awful. What came out? -vague hand gesture- I guess I just did a total 180, I was so damn mad. Anyway, I'd like to thank napalmiris for being an awesome beta yet again, and putting up with my shit like a saint. I'd also like to dedicate this to zoi_no_miko, to whom I swore the next thing I posted would break the PG-13 bar! XD


( After the Day )

Title: Collapse
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Tony
Rating: PG-13 (DAMMIT!)
Word count: 1,250
Summary: At his most detached, Tony watched his life fall apart from the outside, and yet, he still couldn't detach himself from one man.
Disclaimer: I haven't gotten around to buying FOX yet-I promise, you'll know when it happens-but I do own a laptop and determination, so there's that.
Notes: Fun stuff lies this way. Most of the slash is just implied, so it's never directly stated but I'm being about as subtle as the damn show here, so I hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me. This is more an introspective piece on Tony than anything else, but I'm rather taken with the way I wrote it, so I hope you all enjoy it. As always, napalmiris was my beta and one of the most wonderful, supportive people in the whole entire world.




( For a while, the routine worked. )

Title: Common Law
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Tony
Rating: PG-13 (still struggling for that R rating)
Word count: 875
Summary: A series of vignettes based on Day Seven, hours eight through twelve.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit.
Notes: I have no idea what prompted this, but I'm gonna go a head and blame it on the wonderful, amazing, USTlicious acting of Kiefer Sutherland and Carlos Bernard. Seriously, if the tension between them gets any thicker we're jumping from subtext to surtext. I feel the need to warn however that I'm only on hour four of Day Seven, so if any comments are posted I'd like to ask that they're kept free from spoilers 'cos I'm spoilerholic with like, six hours on the wagon. Thanks guys. napalmiris as usual was my guiding light and the best Beta ever, so props to her. I'd also like to dedicate this to every other fan who came to the game late like myself and had to mainline seven Goddamn seasons of this show. When you start asking your mates what is and isn't 'priority', you're in trouble.


( Common Law )

Title: Day Four - 6:43:21 <Missing Scene>
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Tony
Rating: PG for suggestive slash and my tactical bullshitting.
Word count: 415
Summary: Jack made a split second decision, and knew that there was only one person he could trust to do what needed to be done without hesitation, one way or another.
Disclaimer: If I were the owner, this would've at least been a deleted scene.
Notes: I think it's alright to admit that I'm absolutely TERRIFIED to post this because it's my first delve into 24 fanfiction, but my beta napalmiris assures me it's absolutely golden. She cleaned it up and pistol whipped me until I agreed to post it, so if you've got issues with my little ficlet, I'd suggest you take it up with her. :D That being said, I think I got the characters pretty on the level, so I hope everyone enjoys. Also, a quick request, if you do review, please don't mention anything beyond season four because I'm still behind. I'm starting season five tomorrow and I'm attempting to avoid most spoilers. Thenks!

( <Missing Scene> )

Title: Inamorato
Author: morphinelovexx 
Pairing/Characters: Hints of Stephen/Bloom
Rating: PG-13 for language and hinted incest and hinted pedophilia and angst and sap and me being a romantic. And it's in first person.
Word count: 378 (a ficlet by standards, but it gets the message across)
Summary: Stephen has always had a reason. Always.
Disclaimer: I am not Rian Johnson, even if I wish I was him.
Notes: I can't believe I did this. Seriously, I think someone should lynch me for doing it! Please! Also, napalmiris made me. So lynch her, too. Epic massive ugly Godawful spoilers, too. So if you haven't seen the film yet, I'd suggest avoiding this fic(ish). Otherwise, go hogwild.


( Inamorato - n. A man with whom one is in love or has an intimate relationship. )

Title: Dress it Up With the Trappings of Love
Author:
Pairing/Characters: Bones/Chekov
Rating: Hard R in places, PG in others
Fandom: Star Trek: XI
Word count: 1,790
Summary: A 50sentences project brought to you by the Goo Goo Dolls, Pepsi, and Mme. X's Godawful amazing imagination.
Disclaimer: Stop reminding me that I didn't have anything to do with the creation of this wonderful franchise. I also don't own the Goo Goo Dolls, Pepsi, or Mme. X's Godawful amazing imagination.
Notes: napalmiris is currently holding me hostage in her basement, and demanded I write her something, so I opted for the simplest rout and do 50sentences. Yeah, I get cocky. -sniffles- Rightfully so in this case, I do believe. Let me know what you think, yeah? The title is from, as you probably guessed, a Goo Goo Dolls song called 'I'll Be'. Also, I don't write Pavel's accent unless it serves me. Which means he says 'inwented' somewhere in here.

( I'll hang from your lips instead of the gallows )

Title: Parallel Oblivion
Author: </a></b></a>morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Acosta/Bill, Messner/Hollis
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Smokin' Aces
Word count: 1,542
Summary: Law of Oblivion: To forget the past transgression of any person.
Notes: I'm pretty sure when I wrote this I didn't plan on posting it anywhere. Of course, napalmiris is counterproductive to my health and detrimental to my freedom, so I did it! :D Plus, the SA comm totally needs some vamping. If I write something conductive I'll post that, but uh, for now, live with and love this. 

( Pasquale Acosta goes missing from the hospital two days after being admitted, as expected. )

LOL Shame? What the hell is that?


Title: Impact
Fandom: Star Trek: Reboot
Pairing: Leonard 'Bones' McCoy / James T. Kirk
Word Count: 1,224
Disclaimer: Star Trek: Reboot and the ST franchise is NOT MINE, I'm just a humble trekkie playing in the sandbox.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Super agnst, character death, Jim's thickheadedness
Author's Notes: I wrote this because I'm an awful person first of all, and because I've been skulking around st_xi_kink  in the shadows of anonymity for a while now and figured it was time to come out of hiding. Of course, two other people claimed the same prompt, so we're having some fun now. -grins- The prompt was: Bones/Kirk - Five Times Bones Saved Kirk's Life, and One Time He Didn't.  It's unedited, but it should be okay because I've gone over it a few times.

( Impact )

I have got to be the most horrible person on the face of the planet, writing R-rated fic for this movie. Please, kill me. Kill me now. I'm going to hell anyway, just do it.



Title: The Truth in Lighters and Liars
Fandom: The Locusts
Pairing: Clay Hewitt/Joseph "Flyboy" Potts
Word Count: 864
Disclaimer: I don't even wish I owned this movie, it's awful. I love it, but Jesus man. I also don't own Jeremy Davies or Vince Vaughn, but you'd know if I did. Promise. The ending would've been better, dammit! -weeps-
Rating: R
Warnings: Hard core fluff, a bit of agnst, and me being romantic-which deserves it's own warning in and of itself.
Author's Notes: So this is what I do when I'm in Creative Writing class. :D Yesterday I finished my work for the quarter, so I just have to show up in class and basically sit on my hands right now. In lieu of doing something, I dunno, PRODUCTIVE for another class, I decided to write Locusts slash! I'm...an awful, awful person. Anyway, it literally doesn't exist anywhere else, not even a fic, the closest I came to it was a drabble done by morlockiness</lj>  (it's awesome even if it isn't slash, you should totally read it). This is unbetaed, but I believe I'm good. Either way, enjoy the show.

 

( Clay lit a cigarette and looked down at Flyboy... )

Title: Aftermath
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Acosta/Bill
Rating: PG
Fandom: Smokin' Aces
Word count: 622
Summary: Two people shouldn't meet up like this, unless they're destined to.
Notes: napalmiris and I watched Smokin' Aces last night and were like, "Nestor Carbonell and Matthew Fox...so would've fucked had Matthew survived." So we decided, thanks to the radio communication that got Nestor/Acosta shot up in the elevator, that Matthew/Bill did survive and they met at the hospital. If napalmiris keeps twisting my arm like you know she will, this just might turn into an epic that'll end somewhere in NC-17 cheap hotel porn. And hey, maybe I'll even post that part. :D Anyway, enough rambling, here's the fucking fic for your viewing pleasure. By the by, this is un'betaed, so any mistakes are my own. Try to ignore them.


( Bill sucked the end of the cigarette like it held the meaning of life )

Title: Always
Author: morphinelovexx
Pairing/Characters: Benjamin Linus/Jack Shephard
Rating/Category: hard PG-13
Spoilers: To and through 5x01/02
Word count: 676
Summary: Always is in your eyes, and always is you and I, for always. Always. 
Notes: I am such a low class whore. Okay, so I was quite out of my mind this entire month, and I was paying absolutely no attention to what was going on in the comms. I missed the lostsquee</lj> fic battle by only a fucking BILLION miles, but figured that I'd snag a prompt and write something anyway. Just to kickstart my brain. I took 'Ben/Jack, it's our island' since there was a sad lack of the pairing during the actual battle. :( I hope you enjoy it, and please ignore the fact that the speculation in this fic is just the optimist in me shining through. It's all I can do sometimes. My beta, as always, was napalmiris</lj> who I was seriously afraid was going to keel over when I told her I actually finished something. Title and summary are taken from the song Always by Dope.

 

( Ben looks at Jack. )

Title: Shotgun Ontology
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,432
Plot: Ontology - n. A branch of metaphysics concerned with the nature and relationships of being. The Narrator explores his life while bleeding out in the middle of his personal war zone, ignoring the bullets in his body to think back on the man who lead him to where he is now. He recounts the beginning, the middle, and the end in a series of important events between him and his partner, Ben.
Warnings: Nothing too wild, some violence, disturbing themes.
Feedback: I'm pretty sure I'm shockingly amature compared to a lot of people on here, but I'm extraordinarily proud of this and I'd be elated if someone would like to give me a bit of constructive criticism so I can make it better.
Notes: This was originally written for a Creative Writing class I'm in as my first assignment. I couldn't believe this came from me at about eight in the morning, but it's my first draft and I'm disgustingly proud of it for that. I hope you enjoy this, because it's the first original piece I've posted to LiveJournal.

 

( Shotgun Ontology )