I am geek

Work = How is your procrastination my problem?

School = Do I really want to get that science degree?

Home = Why do I keep going all-out when less than a dozen TOTs will ever come by to see it all?

Tomorrow = Why are there so many sales when I have so little cash?

Monday = Seriously, is that degree worth it?

Eventually = When can I have that break down that's been threatening for the past month?

Title: Blood Pink
Author: Fairady
Characters: Yamato x Sakura
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the story line. I'm behind in both anyway.
Warnings: Dark and twisty. Just a little.
Notes: I got nothing.

( It was unavoidable. )

Completely random factoid; there is nothing in this world that can produce an adrenaline reaction quicker than having a taser gun clicking away right behind your ear. I swear I didn't know my spine could bend that way, or that I could move that quickly before now.

Note to self #three-billion: Don't ever try to use logic on a crazy-jealous bitch. It doesn't work. They're impervious to facts, and you'll only end up losing IQ points to their ravings. Also, crazy-jealous bitch should be put in a dictionary and be defined as what a woman becomes when she loses her mind over a douche of a man.

Cases in point:

1) The douche who had three girlfriends and kept giving them my cell number. I don't know who he was, but by the time I got my number changed I could identify all three of his crazy-jealous bitches by the sound of their breathing alone. All three of whom took it extremely personal when I told them I had no idea who they or their man was, and never believed me about the other women. In retaliation, at least one of those crazy-jealous bitches gave my number to scammers.

2) The crazy-jealous bitch who was given the number for my work place and for a month kept calling for him. Even when it was explained to her, by multiple people, that it was a store and no one by that name worked there she kept calling. Always in tears, and ranting about how she was going to beat us all if her "baby-daddy don't get on the phone". And that is a direct quote people, I don't need to make anything up to illustrate how bad these women were/are.

3) The crazy-jealous bitch who just accused me of trying to seduce her boyfriend through the internet. The fact that I have no idea who they are, am not even in the same country as them, and the fact that he is a truly sorry looking sample of the male species does nothing to deter her from hurling insults and threats my way. My calm reasonableness in fact only seems to incite her into further rages that make even less sense than all of the other crazy-jealous bitches combined. So far I've only been able to determine that her douche of a man pulled my name out of his ass to incite her jealousy for douchey reasons of his own.


What is it about a relationship that makes women lose their ever-loving minds? What switch gets flipped in their brains and makes them target other women instead of the douche who deserves it? Is there some way to track this phenomena down in the brain so I can invent the anti-crazy-jealous-bitch pill and earn millions? Sorry, I meant billions, because the market seems to be very, very big.

Ok, potentially unstable man with a gun having a stand off with the police? Good reason to shut down parts of campus. When this is all taking place nowhere near said campus? Not a good reason to shut down parts of campus. Specifically, about two-thirds of the allotted parking lots for students who still have to get to class because those aren't canceled.

In other news, I'm deeply regretting the fact that I seem to be drawn to fandoms for games that I really suck at. Past examples include Jak and Daxter, Silent Hill, Resident Evil, and Rule of Rose. A current example is Team Fortress 2. I suck at playing them all, really. If it weren't for cheat codes I'd never get anywhere with them. Which sucks with my newest bright and shiny, because I'm sure it'd take more brains than I have to cheat at TF2.

Now that I've said that, I really need to stop procrastinating and study for that test tomorrow.

Title: Knowing
Author: Fairady
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Stephanie Brown (Spoiler) x Cassandra Caine (Batgirl)
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own or make money off of these characters. And I'm ok with that.
Notes: Written for this request from comment_fic.



( Steph likes working with Cass for many reasons. )

Title: Welcome to the Chicken House
Author: Fairady
Rating: R
Characters: Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Rogue
Warnings: AU to the nth degree.
Disclaimer: I do not own, and it is better that way. Because I don't want responsibility for it.
Notes: So, everyone ready for things to start going somewhere? Slowly? Because school is kicking my butt and that's effecting everything else.

Previous chapters.



( Let the motherfucker burn! )

Title: Most Attainable Gain
Author: Fairady
Rating: R
Characters: Tony Stark (Iron Man) x James Barnes (Captain America/Bucky)
Warnings: Drabble, angst, sex.
Disclaimer: I do not own, and it is better that way. Because I don't want responsibility for it.
Notes: Kink meme response. Anon wanted Tony to want it to hurt, but James decides to be gentle. I'm slowly working my way up to longer sex scenes. maybe

( Stark came to him. )

At around 6PM EST people in the vicinity of the middle states might have heard a highly disturbing sound that sent chills down their spine at the pure madness in it. Do not be alarmed. That was just me, cackling madly as I broke out my brother's power tools to cut some wood for a coffin prop. Approximately five minutes later, you also might have heard my screams of frustration as I remembered why I get other people to do any wood cutting I might need for me.

( I like my holidays. And by 'holidays' I mean Halloween. )

Title: Caldo de Pollo for the Black-Hearted
Author: Fairady
Rating: R
Characters: Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Rogue
Warnings: AU to the nth degree. Mashing X1, comics, and Origins into something weird.
Disclaimer: I do not own, and it is better that way. Because I don't want responsibility for it.
Notes: I got nothing. No, that's a lie. I got a lot, but it's slow typing. Have an oddly timed holiday piece.

Previous chapters.

( Taco Tuesdays were awesome.. )

I have Skelemingos! These are nifty black version of pink lawn flamingos that have skeletons painted on them. They're going up in my yard tomorrow. Along with the "Beware of Dog" sign that's got blood spatter on it. Halloween stuff is out in the stores so I'm officially declaring it open season on decorating! Feel free to imagine an appropriately evil laugh right here.

Aside from school and work, I haven't been doing much at all. Spent some time ping-ponging between this and this and am now feeling a little burned out. Still pretty fun though.

Title: Caldo de Pollo for the Black-Hearted
Author: Fairady
Rating: R
Characters: Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Rogue, Cody
Warnings: AU to the nth degree. Mashing X1, comics, and Origins into something weird.
Disclaimer: I do not own, and it is better that way. Because I don't want responsibility for it.
Notes: Nothing more than a drabble, I'm still trying to connect to where Marie ends and Rogue begins if that makes any sense.

Previous chapters.

( Love means different things to different people. )

Work can sometimes make me smile.

Co-worker 1: What's in the boxes?
Me: Cats.
Co-worker 1: What?
Me: *serious face* Yeah, we're selling cats now. Only we didn't poke holes in the boxes so they're probably all dead now.
Co-worker 2: No, no, no! The cats are dead and alive! Until you open the box.

It is possible to break every single traffic law in existence with one maneuver as you desperately try to get back to the store you accidentally left your wallet at.

People suck. In the bad way.

It's possible to break traffic laws that don't even exist yet in a mad dash to get to the bank before it closes.

Bank people are really nice to you when you're hyperventilating and ready to go into hysterics.

It's really easy to put a freeze on all your credit assets online, and it might not cost anything depending on where you live.

The DMV is open Saturdays. But the Social Security Administration isn't, and you kinda need that card before you can get a new driver's license.

Military friends have ESP. They know you've lost your id and thus will all call you at once just to say hi when you can't answer your phone. When you can, you will see the huge list of missed calls and desperately try to call back, but none of them will answer. You will then spend half an hour panicking at the thought that someone took your id and used it in a bad way.

Forgetting to put both your credit and debit cards back into your wallet can on occasion be a very, very good thing.

Wallets need chains.

1. Babelfish. This is an awesome tool that allows me to see things I'd never get to on my own. It also provides a veritable goldmine of lulz because it's never a perfect translation.

2. Work. Got offered a fulltime position, as a cashier which is the one job there I utterly loathe. While I do like it there and I do kinda need the health insurance they'd give, I couldn't take it because of-

3. School. Which won't allow me to have a fulltime job. But that's only if I actually get in, because they've apparently taken out the human element of enrolling/scheduling since the last time I applied. Which is fine if it weren't for the fact that their system hates me and won't let me do anything. So now I'm stuck trying to tell the school what I need through email, because they don't even have a human answering the phone anymore. Again, not so bad, but if I get two emails from them in one day then that's a good day. At the rate I'm going the semester will begin before I have it all sorted out.

4. Comics. When did doom, gloom, death, and depression become so common? Don't people get enough of that in life? Sure, you got to have it to spice things up, but give it a break already! Let people recover or something.

5. Deadpool. -makes me cry and I don't know if it's from happiness or despair.

6. Zombies. I want one.

7. Music. Why can I not buy MP3s of any songs from The Headstones? Sure, I'm really, really late to this band, and in the wrong country. Doesn't mean I can't like them, even if I do have to pay twice as much to import their cds so I can have all their songs. If you're confused, look here at the song that turned me into a fan. Don't ask why, I really don't know.

8. Dogens. There is nothing more amusing than watching three big dogs being chased around by a tiny yapper-dog that wobbles when it runs.

Someone please tell me why I am up and baking cookies at 2AM in the frickin' morning! I don't know how to make cookies, I really don't, and I got work tomorrow. I should be asleep. but no, I'm making cookies. I need someone around me 24/7 to slap my hand and say, "NO! Bad idea!"

Also, typing is much harder when you've had a few drinks than I thought it would be. Spell check is awesome though. I dare you all to guess how many words I mistyped.

Ok, I'll quit spamming for the day. Just one fic from the Marvel Kink meme. Debating on whether or not I want to post the other stuff from the meme too, because it's not really mine. Sure, I wrote it, but the ownership of it all was taken away from me at gunpoint and I don't really feel like contesting that.
Edit: Someone kill me. Please. I'm gearing myself up to making character cookies just for a joke.


Title: Almost Free Porn
Author: Fairady
Rating: R
Characters: Tony Stark(Iron Man) x Steve Rogers(Captain America)
Warnings: Sex, sorta.
Disclaimer: I don't own or make money off of these characters. And I'm ok with that.
Notes: Written for this request from the Marvel Kink Meme.

( It never made it to Youtube though. )

Title: Welcome to the Chicken House
Author: Fairady
Rating: R
Characters: Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Rogue
Warnings: AU to the nth degree.
Disclaimer: I do not own, and it is better that way. Because I don't want responsibility for it.
Notes: I have nothing to say about the fic. But I do want to say thank you to the people who are following it and have been leaving me reviews. Previous chapters.


( Who'm I to turn down free therapy? )

The crack has been flowing in my mind a little bit more than normal lately. It seems like my subconscious was just waiting for me to focus on that Deadpool/Rogue fic I'm working on before sneaking up on me a lobbing crack bombs at me. How much worse can it get than Deadpool and Rogue, you ask? Daken, Jubilee, and Maverick is my answer. Don't ask.

Seeing as I really don't want to start reading Marvel until Tony Stark my broken heart is fixed, I promptly did something very stupid to try to distract myself. I went and looked up Hetalia to see what the big deal about it is.

Good. God! If anyone ever tells you not to look at it, listen to them. If anyone tells you not to get involved with it, heed them. If a little voice in your head says a little peak couldn't hurt, IGNORE IT AND RUN LIKE HELL!

I thought I was doing good and ignoring the crack my mind was producing, but instead it's like I took a good solid hit or two of LSD. My inner-geek is rolling in glee, my inner-fangirl is squealing, and my inner-patriot is giving the thumbs-up and saying, "America! Fuck England yeah!" Then this came:

THE MARVEL KINK MEME

And now I'm being rather efficiently torn in three dozen directions. I'm loving it, but it's also very inconvenient in timing.

Well, I lived through my assault on the closets. Barely. Also found time to finish up two three chapters of Chicken House, and type up a really old Robin fic I found inside one of the closets.

In other news, the store is preparing for Halloween, and I got a good look at the costumes we'll be carrying this year. Not surprised to see that we got some Watchmen stuff. Rorschach is a no brainer, that costume is going to sell fast. I was surprised to see that we'll also be getting a Nite Owl costume. But hey, not complaining. Much it looks really crappy in the picture. The one thing that really surprised me was the Silk Specter costume. I guess she's consider sexy enough to fit in with the usual scantily clad "sexy" line we get. Usually if it's not "sexy" we don't carry it. No idea what quality any of these costumes will be yet. We're still waiting for them to arrive.

I'm disappointed there's no Ozymandias, Comedian, or Manhattan costumes. But then again, all you need for Manhattan is a lot of blue paint. If they're REAL fans they won't need no stinkin' speedo! And that's my cue that I need sleep, because I should know better than to encourage people to be naked.