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a-licksthemad.livejournal.com) wrote in
fellowshippers2004-07-29 10:50 pm
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Title: Talking Without Speaking
Author: Captain Daisyshine (Hitchcock_Princess182@hotmail.com)
Pairing: OrliBean
Rating: NC-17
Plot: Plot? What plot? Oh, you mean the plot! Well, um, Sean knows something Orli doesn’t. Essentially a PWP.
Series: Not that I know of. I’ve been known to be wrong about this sort of thing before, however.
Disclaimer: *shifty eyes* It wasn’t me.
Warnings: Smut, my feeble attempt at humour. And language. I usually forget to warn for that because it’s sort of a given.
Archive: Green Opals; anyone else just ask.
Feedback: Holy peppermint sticks, Batman! Feedback is the olive on my sundae, the cherry in my martini (shaken, not stirred. Or something). I love feedback like a fat kid loves cake, like Michael Jackson loves little boys. My sole goal in life is to one day make it onto two pages of comments. Feed me back?
Notes: Lyrics from “All Grown Up” by Elvis Costello. Unbeta’d, and written in under 24 hours. Pardon moi.
Dedication: *Smai, I hold you personally responsible for getting me addicted to slash to begin with. Yeah. So there. *Caitlin, I hold you personally responsible for… I dunno, encouraging Smai or something. *Razzle, I hold you personally responsible for my original desire to write RPS. *Everyone who has ever responded to a fic of mine, I hold you personally responsible for my continuing desire to write slash. (And, to quote the Beach Boys, “God only knows what I’d be without you.”) *My muses, I hold you personally responsible for… well, everything.
You say so much without speaking, Orlando.
Author: Captain Daisyshine (Hitchcock_Princess182@hotmail.com)
Pairing: OrliBean
Rating: NC-17
Plot: Plot? What plot? Oh, you mean the plot! Well, um, Sean knows something Orli doesn’t. Essentially a PWP.
Series: Not that I know of. I’ve been known to be wrong about this sort of thing before, however.
Disclaimer: *shifty eyes* It wasn’t me.
Warnings: Smut, my feeble attempt at humour. And language. I usually forget to warn for that because it’s sort of a given.
Archive: Green Opals; anyone else just ask.
Feedback: Holy peppermint sticks, Batman! Feedback is the olive on my sundae, the cherry in my martini (shaken, not stirred. Or something). I love feedback like a fat kid loves cake, like Michael Jackson loves little boys. My sole goal in life is to one day make it onto two pages of comments. Feed me back?
Notes: Lyrics from “All Grown Up” by Elvis Costello. Unbeta’d, and written in under 24 hours. Pardon moi.
Dedication: *Smai, I hold you personally responsible for getting me addicted to slash to begin with. Yeah. So there. *Caitlin, I hold you personally responsible for… I dunno, encouraging Smai or something. *Razzle, I hold you personally responsible for my original desire to write RPS. *Everyone who has ever responded to a fic of mine, I hold you personally responsible for my continuing desire to write slash. (And, to quote the Beach Boys, “God only knows what I’d be without you.”) *My muses, I hold you personally responsible for… well, everything.
You say so much without speaking, Orlando.
