Author has written 59 stories for Song of the Lioness, Circle of Magic, X-Men: The Movie, Protector of the Small Quartet, CSI: Miami, Harry Potter, CSI, Boondock Saints, Fast and the Furious, Black Donnellys, Supernatural, Dark Angel, and Bones.
K is a girl. This is her profile.
Not all of her fic is here, for various reasons. Some of it can't be here if she wants to follow the rules and a lot of it she just forgot to post here. She is, for all intents and purposes, trying to go back and post what can be posted here. We'll see if she gets it all. If you do want to find all her stuff, it is all nicely organized by master list, year tag, type tag, and every other thing you can want at her writing lj, rememberbefore.
the best victories are won at the edge of defeat. unknown
Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.
The world had been sad since tuesday.
a very old man with enormous wings by gabriel garcia marquez
Gay rights, equality.
this is how you smile to someone you don't like too much; this is how you smile to someone you don't like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea;
girl by jamaica kincaid
Universal Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I probably don't own it.
I've known rivers:
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
She walks in beauty, like the night
If you think it has no place on the internet,
Between my finger and my thumb
Language, like woman,
Choose a fandom. Choose a pseudonym. Choose a community. Choose a fucking inane blog. Choose OTPs, archives, merchandise, and conventions. Choose fanfic, snark, and fannish kerfuffles. Choose blowing your paycheck on expensive DVD special editions. Choose an avatar. Choose your friends. Choose a conspiracy theory with a matching tin hat. Choose paid LJ time so that you can have a fucking icon for every little thing. Choose dorky t-shirts and slashing cartoons on a Saturday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, escapist movies, stuffing Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans into your mouth – even the fucking puke ones. Choose rotting away in line for Episode III and then pissing your last in your parents’ basement, nothing more than an annoyance to the people who have to listen to your endless theoretical diatribes on Tom Bombadil. Choose your future. Choose geek.
Why should the world be over-wise,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
This is how she remembers the end of the world.
trainspotting for college idiots
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