gyzym: (Steve/Danny b&w)
Riiiight, so. I sat down tonight to write a post-ep, because it's not really an ep for me until I've written something, because I'm nuts. Instead, I spent far too long watching next week's preview over and over, and then, er. Basically "Steve looked tired in this episode" and "what the hell is Steve doing sitting on a bench when there is WATER he could be SPLASHING IN (like the big puppy he is) RIGHT THERE," coalesced into. Uh. Writing a fic that I think is about PTSD without actually using the term PTSD? Kind-of-ish like Hills Like White Elephants, only not about abortion and not actually in anything like the same style and it kind of did its own thing without my go ahead and I'm, uh, reaaaaaaaally no Ernest Hemingway. In any number of ways, literary talent included.

In short: I have a pretty good idea of how this happened, but I don't really have any idea what it is, and I'm posting it. Whatever. BEGONE FROM MY FOLDER, FANFICTION, or something.

leave the weight in this place behind [steve/danny, 1800 words] )
gyzym: (T.Hard w/ cig and skepticism)
Ahahaha, fixed my internet, and then [livejournal.com profile] rrrowr did me a solid (THANK YOU RO THANK YOU RO OH MY GOD THANK YOU) and then I was all, what do you want? And she was all, Arthur/Eames wallsex! And for whatever reason, though I've been blocked on these two for seriously months and months and fucking months, this actually happened. I don't know if/when it will happen again, and my sincere apologies if it's not for awhile--I SWEAR TO GOD I'M TRYING WITH THESE TWO, THEY JUST. Oh man, when they don't talk to me they really do not say a fucking WORD, I don't know what to do with them.

So, uh, right, here's 1500 words of drunk Arthur/Eames established-relationship-ish kind of size kinky PWP? Like, seriously, PWP, and also glossing over the whole most-drunk-people-have-trouble-getting-hard-thing and oh, god, I don't even know, you guys. My apologies for the errors that are probably herein, this is an insomnia fic, and also for the terrible title, and also for the fact that after months of nothing on this front what came out is...this. Augh I don't even I'm going to go try to sleep now RO I LOVE YOU THANK YOU AGAIN.

Dangerous When Loaded, 1500 words, Arthur/Eames, NC-17 )
gyzym: (Steve doubts you. He doubts you.)
Right, so, [livejournal.com profile] leupagus and [livejournal.com profile] wheres_walnut and I were talking about nerdy high school Steve, and somehow I accidentally ended up writing a little bit of Curving Like The Ocean Toward You 'verse nonsense. So...here's that!

Sorry, dudes, it's 4 in the morning, that's all I got right now.

Title: Maybe We're Both Too Far Gone
Rating: PG, except for, you know, all the fucking swearing, like always.
Wordcount: ~1900
Summary: A picture's worth a thousand words; a thousand and one, if there's a mullet involved.

Maybe We're Both Too Far Gone )
gyzym: (Sky glasses)
So, some kind soul--I'm sorry, I don't remember who it was, or even when it was, WHAT EVEN IS LINEAR THINKING--suggested the program Gimp (possibly The Gimp, I've heard it both ways, yes that was a Psych joke) to me awhile back. And today, for whatever reason, I was like I WILL DO ALL OF THE COMPUTER THINGS, I WILL CLEAN MY DESKTOP OFF AND RUN ALL THE UPDATES AND CHANGE MY WALLPAPER AND FIX MY WONKY FIC FOLDERS AND EVERYTHING WILL BE PERFECT AND CLEAN. I did not fix my wonky fic folders, because I realized they're more or less permanently broken since my brain is more or less permanently broken, and they wouldn't make sense to me any other way. However, all the other things are done, and one of those things was installing Gimp. HOORAY, SOMETHING ELSE TO DO WHEN I AM WIDE AWAKE AT 3 AM BUT CAN'T FIND MY WORDS TO WRITE THINGS.

So! Under the cut are ten icons and the (1600x1200) wallpaper I made for myself. Images are not mine--I got them all from We ♥ It, with the exception of the image for the wallpaper, which I got from Stock.xchng. Additionally, "hope is the thing with feathers" is not mine either. Emily Dickinson wrote that. ETA: Dude, [livejournal.com profile] immaturity knows the amazing photographer behind the orange photo. HOORAY FOR PHOTOGRAPHER CJ, WHO IS SERIOUSLY FUCKIN' AWESOME.

Feel free to take; commenting is nice but not required, ditto credit. However, if you hotlink, I will find you and I will cut you. Or I will cry. Or I will cut you and cry. BASICALLY, DON'T DO IT. If you are not sure how to take things without hotlinking, COME ASK ME AND I WILL TELL YOU. I will not even be mad. You know what will make me mad? Hotlinking. That is the only thing. Nothing else.

Okay, no more speaking, too late for words. Pictures now!

you know the sun is shining )
gyzym: (Can't sleep; write porn!)
This is some soppy sappy mushy feel-good three in the morning Steve/Danny nonsense, that's what this is right here. Porn not contained herein, insomnia icon applicable anyway. NO SHAME, NO APOLOGIES, NO REAL EXPLANATIONS. ♥

gathering )
gyzym: (White flower)
Fell asleep on my laptop with all my gdocs open watching South Park like a boss; woke up with this in my head. Reverse insomnia, what? I have got to stop doing this.

someday this will be titled. maybe. )
gyzym: (Tag!)
continuing in the tradition of writing about danny and steve sleeping when i can't sleep. too tired for introductions with coding & capital letters and also, quite probably, sense-making. vrrrrrroom bed now.

less a deluge than a drought )
gyzym: (Turtle puppy!)
So, I think I've mentioned before that I have a big black labradoodle named Jerry Garcia. If you did not know that....now you do? In any case, he is the best dog in the history of dogs and I love him more than is strictly reasonably, make no mistake. The things I would do for that animal are staggering; he is the sweetest ever and so adorable and crazy, which is why we get on so well. My family being what they are, if he hadn't been crazy, I would never have known what to do with him.

But. But.

Okay, the thing is, the writer's block question on LJ's main page tonight is "If your pet were a person, what occupation would they choose?" I would have done the thing where I embed it or whatever, but I am Bad At The Internet, and I feel no need to develop the skill of doing this, since I've never wanted to answer one before and probably never will again. I didn't even intend to answer this one, actually, except that I saw it right before I went to take him out, and for whatever reason I turned it over in my mind while we were outside.

Right, I thought to myself, Jerry's likes and dislikes. I immediately discounted the basics, as to my knowledge there is no job in the real world that consists of eating, sleeping, and making comforting whuffing noises every couple of minutes; if I am wrong about that, please inform me and pass the application along. So I started going through the other things Jerry likes to do, and I came to a shocking conclusion.

Jerry likes to overreact. He likes to assume that things which are not threats--passersby, the plow, his own reflection--are in fact the harbingers of doom, come to kill us all. He likes to find things he knows better than to chew on and chew on them anyway; he likes to bark and bark and bark and bark until oh my god, Jer, I get it, for fuck's sake, Jesus Christ. He likes to arbitrarily decide that people he doesn't know--and sometimes people he does know--are in fact TERRIBLE KILLERS WAITING TO MURDER US IN THE NIGHT. The things I say to him most often are (and [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing, who has sat through many a phone conversation with me while I was taking him out, can attest to this) "Jerry, you are a lunatic," and "Oh my god, Jer, seriously, calm down, calm down, what is wrong with you?" He has been known, on occasion, to eat his own shit.

Guys. You guys. I think if my dog was a person, he would be Glenn Beck.

I'm going to try to sleep now, but this knowledge weighs on me. He's looking at me like he knows what's been said here, Livejournal. He's looking at me like he knows.
gyzym: (Kono says LOL)
So, sometimes it's two in the morning and you find yourself mildly drunk by way of a random late night drop-by from an old friend and you're hovering between being awake and being asleep, lacking the skill to compose words or interact with people but unable to divorce yourself from internet. This is why stupid articles like this exist, okay. Hell, it's why the entire Cracked site exists.

Anyway, for your amusement, a strange Amazon product and a hilarious review, ganked from said article:





aksdjad we who are about to pass out salute you, etc etc. ♥

ETA: OH MY GOD OKAY SO I MADE ALL THESE TAGS ABOUT HOW IT WASN'T 3AM AND THEN THE TIME CHANGED BECAUSE OF SPRING FORWARD AND NOW IT IS 3 AM JSKHFDSJFKDS WTF OH MY GOD /cool story bro change your clocks guys
gyzym: (Steve/Danny :D :D :D)
[Microfiction sounds better.]

Danny has a habit of falling asleep with the television on at his apartment; Steve, in a fit of insomnia spurred by athletic sex/the terrible lumbar support of Danny's ridiculous sofa bed, stumbles across Adult Swim. Lured both by the availability and the word "swim," he accidentally stays up all night watching a South Park marathon. The following conversation ensues:

Perp of the Moment: Hey, what was I supposed to do! They raided my house, they threatened my family, they took my job...
Steve: They took yer jerb?
Danny: ...
Steve: ....that did not just happen.



[YES OKAY I ADMIT IT I CHECKED THE ADULT SWIM PROGRAM LIST AFTER I WROTE THIS UP AND DISCOVERED SOUTH PARK IS NOT ON IT. Anymore??? I COULD HAVE SWORN...whatever I was not going to cut the swim joke. SHUT UP YOU GUYS I THINK I'M FUNNY]

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