Ad hoc, ad loc, and quid pro quo! So little time! So much to know!

1) Sign #527 that I'm a raging medicine nerd: I actually yelled at 3rd Rock From The Sun for mixing up supine (lying on your back) and prone (lying on your stomach). I'm willing to concede the difference between an embolism and an edema (I'm looking at you, House M.D.) as me splitting hairs, but supine vs. prone isn't THAT hard to fact check.

...or I'm still just a major nerd. MOVING ON.


2) Dear upstairs neighbors,

When your shitty techno is loud enough that I can still hear the bass even with my (incredibly loud) headphones on, it might be time to consider toning it down a notch. I'm all for loud music, don't get me wrong, but good God show some sense, or at least basic survival instincts.

Just sayin',
emerald_skies


3) A little ASkars action ( because it's been forever since he graced a post with his presence )

Ooooh-wee....


God, he cleans up so nicely.

4) And, in the spirit of saving the best for last, I come bearing a magic trick. Have any of you ever seen a fic rise from the dead? Well, first a little flick of the "magical" gasoline...



And presto! You have now :D Anyone remember this?

Title: Picking Up The Pieces (Part 9)
Author: emerald_skies
Summary: In which the boys argue, and Alex sees an entirely unexpected side of Stark. Some things just have to be said, but don't worry, it's not for nothing.
Author's Note: Special thanks to pjvilar for helping to give this part some direction, and to all those who patiently listened to me whine and let me bounce ideas off them. Thanks, y'all <3

( When Stark gets back, he finds Alex nursing a cup of coffee in the kitchen... )

Side note: I went back and cleaned up the HTML in the previous chapters (linked them to each other, put in summaries, etc. etc.), so it should be easier to go back and reread now for anyone who wishes to do so.

Five months has to be some kind of record in terms of fic comas, but hey, at least I fixed it! Stay tuned for more vampire AU at some point soon, plus some other goodies I have in mind. In the mean time, adorkable dancing!Theo thanks you for your time:



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"He that hopes no good fears no ill..." -- Thomas Fuller

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Cheers.

P.S. - Also, have one of the most adorable Stark interviews I've ever read. It's really old, but good God, it's worth it *_______*

P.P.S. - Oh Yellowcard, I don't care if liking you serves as conclusive proof that I'm stuck in 2004, this is just beautiful. My inner fifteen year old is pleased to see y'all back on the music scene again <3

Well, internets, today has been yet another mixed bag. I spent a tidy chunk of the day wrestling with Microsoft Excel (for my Exercise Physiology lab) and then, after some inspiration by the wonderful and amazing jean_iris, I managed to write some more of my Starsgard fic that had been comatose for four(ish) months before now. Since it's been so long, anyone who still actually remembers/follows it should re-read some here (tags are amazingly helpful sometimes).

Title: Picking Up The Pieces (Part 7)
Author: emerald_skies
Summary: In which Stark thinks too much and practically frets himself into an ulcer, and Alex surprises us all.
Usual disclaimer/boilerplate that I keep forgetting: This is all a work of fiction that never happened. It's the product of my overactive imagination, please don't sue, etc. etc. etc.

( Generally speaking, Stark feels like a colossal idiot for thinking that anything about this clusterfuck would be easy... )

It's been a while (to put it mildly) so I know I'm a bit rusty and many revisions will probably ensue, but please be gentle in the mean time.

Me, I'll just be over here celebrating the fact that my muse isn't dead.



It even kind of balances out the schoolwork-related aggravations.

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"Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real..." -- Tupac Shakur

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Cheers.

Oh internets, I love when my muse comes back (and mine did with a vengeance, considering how rarely I manage 1000+ word-long installments). Here is, as I've been promising for ages now, more of my fic!

Title: Picking Up The Pieces (Part 5)
Author: emerald_skies
Summary: In which Alex learns more about Stark -- and a thing or two about himself.
Usual disclaimer/boilerplate that I keep forgetting: This is all a work of fiction that never happened. It's the product of my overactive imagination, please don't sue, etc. etc. etc.

( Some time later, Alex wakes up on Stark’s couch with a pounding headache and an impressive crick in his neck... )

As usual, be gentle in your concrit. Also, join me in praying that the muse sticks around for a while this time.

That's all I've got for now, except for this fiendishly addicting website that is probably going to bring about the downfall of my college career. DAMN YOU WALDO.

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"In dreams begins responsibility..." -- William Butler Yeats

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Cheers.

Internets, I just realized I won't be able to make it to the GK re-watch this week. Why, you ask? Because the mandatory shift I have to cover at that stupid track meet is from 4:00-closing (~7:30).

I hate my life.

HERP DERP, I am such a colossal idiot: I forgot all about Midnight Madness (aka the second re-watch). Way to fail, self. amy_thrace821 (or anyone who knows), is there a commentary part for that too?

In any case, everything is now copacetic but, so I feel a little bit less failtastic, have some more of my Starsgard fic!

Title: Picking Up The Pieces (Part 3)
Author: emerald_skies
Summary: In which Stark tries to reach out and Alex shies away, and each learns something about the other in the process.

( For reasons Stark can’t quite explain, he feels incredibly nervous.... )

Finally, I have a Starsgard prompt or two in mind on account of talking with liketheroad. Anyone want 'em? I posted them in queeniegalore's GK kink meme (page 4), but these are totally free to any good home :D

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"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love..." -- Henri B. Stendhal

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Cheers.

Howdy, internets. Since not much is going on in my life right now, I come bearing a WIP that, to me, is shaping up to be pretty entertaining. Hopefully, y'all will think so too:

Title: Picking Up The Pieces (Part 1/?)
Author(s): emerald_skies
Pairing: Stark Sands/Alexander Skarsgård
Rating: PG (so far)
Spoilers/Warnings: Extremely mild language (so far)
Summary: When tragedy shatters Alex’s life, Stark takes it upon himself to help Alex pick up the pieces.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and never happened.
Author’s note: Written for sexytrini, who read my drabble about Alex rescuing a drunk Stark and decided that Alex needed some rescuing of his own.

( A loud crash of thunder splits the night as Alex trudges wearily into his apartment… )

That's what I've got so far. Thanks for giving me such interesting prompts, guys, keep 'em coming! :)

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"Courage is knowing what not to fear..." -- Plato

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Cheers.

P.S. - I ordered Die Mommie Die, Pretty Persuasion, Kill Your Darlings, and GK on Amazon today. Expect hilarious squee posts in a few weeks as I re-watch GK with the commentary on.

P.P.S. - I GOT A 90 ON THAT STUPID HISTORY TEST OVER WWI! FUCK YES!!!!!! *victory dance*