Fic by Claudia

Porn for easy access, organised by fandom. Updated on February 23rd

Some also available on ff.net

( Van Helsing )

( Witchblade )

( Robin Hood )

( Harry Potter )

( Dark Angel )

( V for Vendetta )

( Being Human )

Collectormania. In London. I blame divalucia, I totally do. She just pounced on me with Misha Collins, and fandom, and SPN panel, and JOHN BARROWMAN. And partly I balme Mr. Clauida for getting me back into SNP and being all excited about it, and listening about boy!incest. Really, it's all his fault.

I've been so out of fandom for ages now. Like 8 months ages. For a lot of reasons, mostly to do with RL and Torchwood. But now I'm kinda, maybe, sort of being lured back in and I'm going to host divalucia for a while and meet the most exciting kat_lair in person....

But I do plan to join this with my new hobby: cake! They will be cake, or muffins, of chocolate fudge brownies (or possibly all three.)

Okay, yeah I know, I’ve been gone for ages and serious RL update is coming later, but something more important came up:

Read THIS first.

You know, this just pisses me off. I get about licenses and copyrights and what shit, but this is a fan convention which should be organized by fans for fans. Fandom for me has always been about the underground, and about freedom and about free production. Stories passing on in postal lists and on the internet, and for some reason this kind of behavior really pisses me off.

They (TPTB) have always done these things; closing down web sites, cease and desist orders and every fucking trick in the book, but never have we complied with their request. We mounted a rebellion when LJ tried to fuck us over and went underground for Harry porn. I feel that this is very much a same issue, the Torchwood TPTB have just announced that if you don’t have the money and the free time and possibility to travel to these cons (which btw they have totally take over!) you, as a fan, can fuck off! Now they are well within their rights to do this, protecting their copyright etc. but what I don’t approve is fandom complying with this crap. We are supposed to be united! Striketrough, people! Where is that spirit?!

And how dare somebody ask fandom to snitch on one of their own?!

I say bring on the video! Anybody know where one is cause I want it! Not just because I want to see that play, but because I want to rebel! I’ve been around for a long time, I’ve lived through the 20th Century Fox quibbles about X-files and closing down of fan sites, Harry Potter upheaval and we have always closed ranks and protected our own and in no way has it hurt fandom. What people seem to be forgetting is that They Need Us. They are protecting a copyright, but they seem to forget that it is Us who buy the products. What I say, don’t sell at conventions, don’t do fucking anything! We’re already writing, drawing and manipulating here for free.

Thanks you for listening. </rant>

In wich I discuss (okay, discuss is a bit of a wrong term, rant or rave would be much better) fandom, sexuality and current erotic books. It's looooong loong.....

( On to the meta )

Because wallowing loves company, snagged from kat_lair

( Where I talk about memememeee.... )

I'm going back home for a while to get some surgery done (no! not that kind of surgery!) so might be off LJ for a while (well, atleast as long as the drugs last), not that I'm on here a lot, but still.

Besides the drugs, I have a meeting with the lovely divalucia to look forward to. I shall try to do a trascript of the fandom squee (but only if am not a) as high as a kite b) too drunk).

XD

Ps. I really hate planes!

"stolen" from kat_lair for whom I faked a memory in spirit of going back home on Thursday.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE-UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

For two reasons. I made somebody cry with my last fic, and felt very bad about it. And my lovely beta sent me an email where she impersonated a Dalek and demanded: "p.s. Send.more.porn." and of course her wish is my command, and thus.

Being Human; George/Mitchell

It is the pulse in his ears that he cannot live without. Continuation on Four

Beta by arubyslipper. Lyrics by Damien Rice.

( Blood )

Look ma! I wrote slash. Just because.

Being Human; George/Mitchell

Normality is what you make it to be.

Superfast beta by the gorgeous arubyslipper. Lyrics by Snow Patrol.

( Four )

No?

Well, if you live anywhere near the United Kingdom, you’ve probably seen the ads. And yeah, “Make Love Happen” is not the most subtlest of lines, so maybe that has something to do with my brain short circuiting to perversion every morning on the train to Liverpool Street. But I think it’s more to do with slash as a way of life.

No, really.

I’m just wondering here if other people on my flist ship random advertising characters and just regular people on the train. Does the concept of reading slash into tv and movies and books spill over into the general experience of culture? The reason I’m using Cupid and Fate here is because they aren’t very attractive. See for yourself! And no way would I be ogling them otherwise, but I just can’t help but wonder: “Are they doing it?”

Now, speaking of ogling the beeb’s attempt of revitalizing BBC3 has lead me to Being Human. And I know it might seem a bit off kilter, a bit weird. (But hey, aren’t we into that sort of thing, anyway!?) However, if that does not tempt you enough…..

A pretty buff young man gets naked in a forest (and when I say buff I mean gorgeous ass) while an indie rockery sharp hip-boned (yes, this is for you Kat) skinny lad makes the moves on a buxom brunette. Now we move to the next morning and buff young man is sleeping in a crevice of rock covered in deer blood and hip-bone lad in having an angst fest in a toilet after draining the blood of said buxom gal. Later on our two heroes (only after the buff one washes himself everyhwere, and now listen carefully dear readers, while naked in the same room as lovely indie rocker and I really mean everywhere) decide to get a house together. And of course they are mistaken *cough* by the agent as a couple. Indie rocker seems very into this while buff young man fumbles and blushes his denials. Now I do think the Lady doth protests too much.

Intrigued yet?