fic: X-Men comics, Storm/Mystique, 18+

Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: 18+ Warnings: Smut. Angst.
Fandom: X-Men comicbooks.
Pairing: Mystique/Storm
Sequel: Can be considered a sequel to Binding Stockings to Skin. Which can be found:
here. Not quite as fucked up as Bindings...
Archiving: Unless I've already given permission, please ask.
Summary: Ororo begins to question her relationship with Raven, then gets distracted.
Notes: This was written in haste (but not greatly repented) for the slash calendar which I have misplaced since my brain is dead. Will eta it tomorrow.
Enchanted Dysfunction
by ALC Punk!
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random spam

Was poking through my deadjournal (OMG I was such an emobrat in 2001) and came across some amusing bits..

Random SG-1 fic: ( Summary: Something with giant tits attacks Daniel. )

Silliness:
"Daniel, is there any planet where you don't have a girlfriend?"

"I'm deeply hurt, Jack. Sierjna means a lot to me."

"But," Colonel Jack O'Neill pointed out with irrefutable logic. "You'll forget her the next time something with boobs and legs winks at you."

"Not just anything, Jack."

"It has to be breathing." Teal'c confirmed.

and, finally...
I still love this line from Lovefool: Practicing her kegels like a good little post-modern feminist who's in tune with her sexuality.

Because, yeah. Dude. Hrm... Sleep now.

I guess it's time to go to McDonald's.

Seriously. Yet another job I didn't get.

That makes 5 interviews and 5 rejections.

I can't even get hired at a fucking video store. Now, that's class for you.

dreaming... life...

So, as mentioned... earlier, somewhere, I was tagging my deadjournal ficspam (most of which has gone on to be finished, yay), and I happened to look at my bio there.

I call myself Lyssie the Great.

Which brings to mind being mocked sometime over the last two months by someone who said I was 'the Great'. Hrm.

In other news, I was watching St. Elsewhere the other day, and I gotta know: why isn't this show on dvd? It wasn't the best thing EVER, but it was damned good. I mean, hell, the show has the best ending ever. I don't think anyone has ever topped it.

Ever.

(ever must be my new favorite word)

And, sorry E.R. fans, but I can't remember shit about E.R., but even now, I can remember tons of crap about St. Elsewhere. ER=soap opera. SE=drama with comedy. SE also has the distinction of slowly sending out people to eat other fandoms. Terrence Knox was Dr. Peter White, he went on the be Sarge in Tour of Duty (oh! Another show they should put on fucking dvd). Mark Harmon was a plastic surgeon who found God, he's now Gibbs on NCIS. Ronny Cox came in as the new hospital admin, and fucked Mark's wife; he went on to play a bombastic Starship captain in Next Generation AND Senator "I'm an asshat, ask me how" Kinsey on SG-1. Stephen Furst was Dr. Elliot, and he went on to play the panfantabulous Vir Cotto on Babylon Five. And then there's Denzel Washington.

sigh. I miss the days when this show was on.