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Sep. 23rd, 2009 12:13 am
witticaster: Several lines of crossed-out poetry and a hand holding a fountain pen, drawn in charcoal & ink. (curious)
"Like On E.R." is literally the best-received story I have ever written. Ever. I put it up on ffn on the seventh, and it's gotten more reviews-and-favourites-ing than any of my other fics; it's four hits away from being my most-visited story, too, trailing behind something I wrote three years ago. Hi, my name is AR, and I am boggling like a boggle-y thing.

WHICH IS TO SAY, I figure I ought to do this one up as well and put it up places. XD Jax and Tara having a conversation over a couple of beers while Abel plays in the sprinkler. Written for [personal profile] pitseleh. ♥

I was going to try and fix the infodump of a paragraph that starts this fucker off--or, you know, any of it other than the typos--but you know what? I like the info it's dumping and I'm lazy, so fuck it. Anyway, sometimes I just want to write complete and utter tell-not-showing tl;dr about this theoretical happyending!future they have going on, so I can tell everyone how Tara secretly thinks of Abel as a Precious Moments figure gone wild. (There's more contained tl;dr about Tara, because I don't feel like I get Jax quite as well. I mean, I have tl;dr for Jax's part, but I don't actually trust myself to be properly in-character, so I won't tell you about it right now. >>)

ExpandMisery Loves Company )

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Sep. 8th, 2009 12:49 am
witticaster: (dressed for a funeral)
Sons of Anarchy fic! (Insert OMG IT COMES BACK TOMORROW AND I'LL GET TO WATCH IT ON WEDNESDAY WAAAAAANT here.) Jax/Tara, set when they're sixteen so it is the year that E.R. premieres and I am being historically in the ballpark, so there >>, post-sex silliness undercut with Tara being...idk, not angsty, but something or something. IT IS LATE AND I STARTED IT ON THE SUBWAY cut me a break. ^^;;; ANYWAY, I am not sure how I feel about it, but I'm proud of myself for getting it done--it is, like, almost 800 words, you guys. >>

ExpandSo c'mon, show me, Jax says )

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Aug. 30th, 2009 06:02 pm
witticaster: Several lines of crossed-out poetry and a hand holding a fountain pen, drawn in charcoal & ink. (we are god)
They told her when she was five that girls couldn't be the president, and she decided then that she could settle for First Lady.

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I NEARLY FELL ASLEEP ON THE SUBWAY; this and a seriously incoherent (like, I left words out and possibly whole sentences incoherent) paragraph of TCLS fic are all I could manage. I'd thought to write more of this at some point in the future, but I kind of like it as it is. >>; And blah blah blah MOAR SOA NAO et cetera.