fell in love with being defiant
ghostrunner
Vampire Diaries
Alaric, Elena, Jeremy



( She sees why he doesn't want to be back in his apartment alone, but she can't really see why it's better here, shoulder to shoulder with the empty spaces Jenna used to take up. )

Round up of the stories I wrote for Porn Battle XII.

( bones in your closet, Bedlam, Jed Harper/Kate Bettany/Ryan McAllister, rough, proof, nightmares )

( you're a wolf, girl, get out of this town, Drive Angry, Piper/The Accountant, drive, fuck, hell, baby girl )

( you ain't broken (you're just bent like me), Haven, Audrey Parker/Duke Crocker/Nathan Wuornos, raw, possessive, sly, bold, physical, touch, strength, conduit, sensation, pain, force, middle, press, jealous )

( the world is a vampire, The Vampire Diaries, Alaric/Katherine, rough, bite )

It's time once again for me to pimp another show as though I were getting paid for it.

...I'm not, in case you're wondering.

This one is called "Lost Girl". And it's awesome and wacky. And I have pictures.

"Look, I know you'd rather be normal, but you're not. You're a freak and I dig that about you!"

"You know, you really need to learn when to stop talking."

"Bo, you have skills that can help people. People that have nowhere else to turn! People with shiny, shiny money!"

*warning: lots of pictures*

( Why you should all be watching Lost Girl )

So, it occurs to me that what with how all I ever talk about is Vampire Diaries and how great it is, people might be unaware of my feelings on spies.

Guys, I fucking love spies.

I had those code breaking books when I was a kid and I was super awesome at breaking those stupid codes. I was obsessed with the CIA World Factbook. I grew up to read books with titles like, "Chameleon", "Spy Catcher," and "Flint".

So I'm gonna take a break from talking about how great Vampire Diaries is (it's super great, BTW), to talk about my new favorite spy show, Chaos.

Pictures and babbling under the cut.

( Trust isn't earned, it's owned. )

title: Across Unhallowed Ground
by: ghostrunner
fandom: Vampire Diaries
pairing: Elena/Stefan/Damon
written for: Vampire Big Bang
rating: R
word count: 10k

bonus content: ecstatic disaster, a fanmix by Tortugax


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Damon looks directly at him and either he’s been drinking much, much more than he should, or he’s trying to tell Stefan something important when he says, “It would be so much easier to just end it badly.”

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( Part One )

title: Liminal Space
author: ghostrunner
fandom: Inception
paring: Arthur/Ariadne
rating: Adult
disclaimer: Christopher Nolan is an evil genius.
word count: 2,684

( Ariadne thinks, I could build that. But she can’t, of course. Not in the real world. )

title: Holy Clockwork Angels
by: ghostrunner
fandom: Supernatural
pairing: Jo/Ruby
written for: AU BigBang
rating: R
word count: 16K
enabling, encouragement, bribery, threats, advice, and sympathy by girl_wonder
summary: Steampunk AU complete with airships, gaslight, Victorian costume fantasies, and clockwork… everything. Ruby and Jo have to save the world. Probably.

bonus content:
They are You and I, fanmix by brilligspoons



“So, what’s the plan?” Jo asked several hours of fighting the elements later. “Search the entire city of Paris for an angel?”

Ruby looked sidelong at her and Jo paused in thought. “There’s a joke in there, somewhere,” she said, and Ruby grinned.

( Part One )

My only class got cancelled today, so I walked down to the lagoon and then up through the deserted garden allotments looking at everyone's peas and lettuce and tomato plants and freaking corn, my god, and peppers and cauliflower and such like, all shaded by handmade trellises and surrounded by weeds and palm trees and those climbing pink roses that I love more than anything.

And I came home and decided, fuck it, I'm not getting anything done today. A decision which I can't really afford, but, fuck it.

So I marinated some steak in garlic and salt and pepper and olive oil and orange juice and I made peach-ginger-lemon cobbler and biscuits with the leftover dough, because I always make too much. And I put too much milk in the dough, so the cobbler topping is a little thin, but peach-lemon-anything always tastes good, at least.

And I stir-fried the steak with broccoli and put it over pasta and had a glass of wine with dinner that affected me unduly, I feel. So I'm sitting here, thinking about getting up to get some cobbler, drinking wine, listening to Tom Waits and Leonard Cohen, and reading Wayfinding, which, in case you are sadly unaware, is rageprufrock's genderbent take on the beginning of SPN season four, and makes me feel... look, I just want to roll around in this story and love it forever and make out with it in a hammock all summer long.