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ola_sw @ 2008-06-02T23:07:00

2008-06-02T20:09:54Z

Been dead to the world for a while, going through a rough time with some family stuff. But, hey, I'm back now!

And there's SO much I want to do and draw and write my fingers just itch. I see the next weekend dedicated to SGA fandom and it's gonna be awesome.

ola_sw @ 2008-04-21T15:15:00

2008-04-21T13:03:22Z

Well, this Passover is going to be remembered as "the one when I fainted and had to be rushed to the ER". Seriously, only I can have this fucked up a life.

So yeah, my head hurt for a couple of days since, like, Wednesday, but that's not unusual, and I took my usual meds as well as some additional doses of something with Paracetamol, because my head really hurt and I was feeling sort of sick and none of my usual drugs are designed for anything other that pain and would not reduce the slight fever I figured I had. And besides, it was a non-prescription drug, how much wrong go it do for the already moderately medicated girl?

The Seder comes (and thank god we spent it with my family because the experience could only be more humiliating if it were to happen while staying with the boyfriend's relatives) and I tell my dad I feel rather bad, he frowns and tells me to check my temperature, I don't. We actually READ the Agada in this family and then discuss it so by the time we get to the third wine glass I'm practically shaking.

"Are you cold?" S (the boyfriend) asks and it takes me a while to realize, that, yeah, I'm kinda freezing, but also, sweating. We excuse ourselves to go to the kitchen and he asks what's wrong and I just start crying because my head feels like it's going to explode and I'm hot and cold and just wrong all over. My dad comes in then, asking what was my temperature when I checked it three hours ago and S says he's pretty sure I never checked it. Ten minutes of me shaking on the kitchen floor, all kinds of family members pushing water glasses at me, and we know that it's 41.1 C. That was the moment I really hated Israel, because being away and not leaving here continuously as well as feeling like dying made me forget what Celsius degrees mean much less how one converts them (now I know it was 106F and am vaguely thankful I was spared the freak out).

We decide that it is best if we go to the ER and when walking to the door I distinctly remember thinking about.

Well, apparently too much pain gave me a fever and the two combined made my body go into shut down mode, not only not reacting properly to my usual drugs but actually making the Paracetamol focus on simply weakening my immune system. A day and a half in the hospital and the fever broke and now I'm home, sitting in a bed because I'm not allowed to move (and I can't anyway) and just feeling like shit.

Life sucks.

ola_sw @ 2008-04-11T01:12:00

2008-04-10T22:27:58Z

NOOOOOO!

I loved Zoi, she was the sane cool and caring one. I mean, I think it was pretty obvious Antonia would've gotten sent home if not for her freaky fannish need to work on her palate after watching the previous seasons. And gosh, I really like Spike, but not as much as I loved Zoi.

I could start disliking Spike for staying there while he was as guilty [ie less then Antonia] as Zoi, but he totally redeemed himself by yelling at Antonia. Sure, it wasn't just about Zoi being sent home, because he was obviously shocked from almost leaving himself, but that was totally righteous anger.

Jen was wrong for being angry with him, but I get her, and I think Spike did too, because it didn't take him long to back off instead of arguing with her. And I really feel bad for her.

Also, Zoi kissing Jen and Jen being "Are you fucking kidding me?" was so PRECIOUS.

Oh, Zoi, now that you're gone I need to find a new favorite.

ola_sw @ 2008-04-05T03:47:00

2008-04-05T00:51:25Z

So, three hours and five cups of coffee later the paper that needed writing is done. It's nearly four four a.m. and I can't sleep and keep listening to All By Myself.

I'm sure it could be worse.

ola_sw @ 2008-04-05T00:11:00

2008-04-04T21:15:00Z

Can't sleep. NEED TO STUDY! NO SLEEP! SLEEP BAD!!!!

I might break my coffee only every four hours rule.

ola_sw @ 2008-04-03T01:44:00

2008-04-02T22:56:19Z

Oh, Israel.

Reading a newspaper is horrible, but there's no place like home.

ola_sw @ 2008-03-31T01:26:00

2008-03-30T22:29:37Z

I was thinking today that Wash is a bit like McKay and Sheppard's lovechild. Ammm... Yeah.

ola_sw @ 2008-03-29T00:22:00

2008-03-28T21:30:27Z

So, now that I've seen all I can of SGA (I do have big chunks of season 2 missing as well as a few episodes in sesoan 3). It is now nicknamed Show. Because I go Oh, Show! every other episode. Doesn't mean that I don't go Oh, Rodney! or Oh, Radek! (and a few Oh, John! even). But it's mostly the show. It was a long time since I loved a new team. Like since Firefly, and that was *counts on fingers and falters* like years ago.

Oh, Show, I love you and you are great and should never ever change.

utility post

2008-03-27T08:11:04Z

I'm just making sure I have a list of challenges I need to finish close by.

April 19th - lgbtfest prompt #844 [The West Wing] Any character. A reaction to Bartlet's veto (and eventual signing) of The Marriage Recognition Act.

May 9th - lgbtfest prompt #456 [The History Boys] Scripps. Was there ever a moment when his faith came into conflict with the fact that his best friends - and two of his teachers - are gay or bisexual? And what about his own sexuality?

May 1st to June - crossover_hp fest, doing [Being Human] a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost all in one small flat - obviously the next they need is a wizard *g* Slash preferred, don't mind who.

ola_sw @ 2008-03-24T19:34:00

2008-03-24T17:41:33Z

So, I'm watching Ice Princess and I swear, this is the gayest movie ever. This has more lesbian sur-text than the L-word, IT DOES.

For current comparison, even SHEPPARD isn't as gay as these girls. It's been 40 minutes since the beginning and only now I realized there is not gonna be girl smooching [on screen].

ANYWAY, I want to do a SGA vid with Avenue Q's "If You Were Gay". Now all I need is footage. Dammit, who knew I'd fall in love with it when S1 was bought and all the rest was watched at a friend's house.

SGA

2008-03-20T22:01:16Z

Just watched "McKay and Mrs. Miller" and all I can say is SCORE.

It was a great fun before, but now it's just WIN.

Also, I wanna read some Sheppard/AU!Rodney slash.

ola_sw @ 2008-03-15T15:02:00

2008-03-15T13:04:07Z

Oh, Top Chef, you are AWESOME and I missed you.

So,

2008-03-09T22:24:49Z

I saw the Being Human pilot and it rocked. Also, I remembered why Russell Tovey rocks my socks (which he didn't in "Voyage of the Damned"), because he's as awesome as he ever was. (AND I can use my History Boys icon)

I've been doing lots of writing the last two days and got a little challenge crazy, but I have time to write them, so it's okay. I won't be taking any other projects on though because there's a new frozen_breathschallenge (probably) coming soon which I want to make room for and there's monster West Wing fic that was born in my mind yesterday. It's basically about future (unrequited) Sam/Will and more of that.

Also, guess what I did last night? I attended a writing chat thingy with STRANGERS held by pocky_slashand it was AWESOME and productive, considering I have only done this kind of thing once before and that was like a trillion years ago. I need to do find myself that kind of fun more often.

Everybody's friend

2008-02-24T03:21:53Z

Just saying this ain't gonna be a friends only territory no more. I officially got over my stupid fears. But I'm still too lazy to unlock everything I ever wrote. Maybe some day.

West Wing Fic

2008-02-24T03:10:47Z

Title: How We Began
Pairing: Sam/Will
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1075
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the craziness, which I take full responsibility for.
Summery: After the the bar scene in the end of "Game On", Sam decides to come back.
Notes: This is my first West Wing fic, because only after the second time around watching I saw the slash. It's unn-beta'd because I'm lazy and don't know the fandom (I don't even have a West Wing icon)

Sam doesn't get on the plane. He gets his phone out and dials Will's number instead.

It's 1 a.m. but it only takes two rings for Will to answer. "Will Bailey."

"Hey, Will, it's Sam."

"Hi." Will answers, obviously confused.

"Hi." A nervous smile and he's so afraid of this he almost hangs up. "I missed my plane."

"Okay." Still confused, but at least he didn't sound angry.

"And the next one is only in ten hours and I thought maybe I'll get a hotel room."

"Good thinking. You should do that."

"Thanks." He takes a deep breath, smiles cheerily at the phone "But then I thought that hey, Will probably has a hotel room".

Silence on the other side and Sam thinks he blew it, misread signs and now Thomas Bailey's son going to think he's…

"Yeah, sure. Come over."

It takes Will a few seconds to open the door and waiting like that in the hallway gets Sam nervous again, because what if Will changed his mind, or maybe he understood what Sam meant only after they hung up and just, so many possibilities this could go wrong. The whole thing suddenly seemed incredibly stupid and risky.

But when Will opens the door he's smiling, and swings the door wide open for Sam to come in and every small doubt about this escapes Sam's mind.

"Hi." Sam says.

"Hi." Will closes the door. "How on earth did you manage to miss the flight after leaving four hours ago?"

He should've thought of a plausible excuse only he can't really answer, because he's too focused on closing the distance between them and then closing his eyes, pressing his lips to Will's, making sure his hands don't shake. And if he thought that he was terrified during the two seconds on uncertainty before Will opened his lips and moved his hand to Sam's neck, it's nothing compared to the thought this was happening, this was real.

Kissing Will Bailey turns out to be the scariest, most exciting thing he's done in his life.

When they pull apart they're both breathless and Sam realized he's holding on to Will's shirt, but the other man doesn't seem to mind, if anything he just leans closer to Sam.

"Hi." Will whispers, they're so close Sam feels his breath against his skin.

"Hi." Still a little breathless, and he smiles.

"Don't get me wrong," Will says, hands moving up, fingers tangling in Sam's hair. "I'm not complaining." Taking a step back and pulling Sam with him, pressing a kiss to Sam's neck and smiling against it. "But this seems a little out of nowhere."

Sam shrugs, "I missed my flight.", focuses instead on the fact Will just tried to get him closer to the bed and what that means, and how his fingers itch to unbutton Will's shirt, on kissing Will again.

By the end of the second kiss they're only one step, literally, but metaphorically as well he supposes, away from the bed and Will lost his glasses in the process and his top three buttons are open. Sam's jacket is missing and he can only imagine how stupid his hair looks the way Will keeps tugging at it, but he still considers it a victory.

"You missed your flight?" Will asks, breathless, eyebrow arched and Sam kisses him harder, pushes him onto the bed, smirks when Will arches to him.

They move against each other, Sam tries to remove as many clothes as he can while keep touching, and there's warm skin and Will's making little half moans and Sam just tries to remember it all.

"You missed your flight?" Will asks again. They're lying on the bed between papers and briefcases and posters and Sam's thinks it's endearing how Will obviously married this campaign.

"Yes." He traces Will's jaw line, smiling.

"Seriously, Sam." Will looks up at him, meets his eyes, challenges him for the truth.

"I don't know." Sam answers. "I never do this, I seldom want to and I never do this. But you're so talented and passionate and I wanted to be a part of that. And after the debate, I don't know, I just felt I could, just for once." He worked hard, he deserved to get what he wanted - it seemed to make sense.

"I thought you liked Elsie." Will smiles and Sam touches the corners of his mouth.

"I thought you liked Elsie." Sam answers back, playful.

"She's my sister, Sam." Will makes a disgusted face, and Sam is shocked. "Well, step-sister, but still."

"I like Elsie," Sam smiles, kisses Will on the cheek, friendly and amicable, as if they haven't just been very physical. "But I liked you more."

"So you promised to run because you wanted to impress me?" Will laughs, but they both know there's more to the question.

"A little, but I just wanted to support you." Sam's hand moving lower to Will's neck "Not the White House, not the President, just me." Will's quiet and Sam settles closer to him, secures his other arm around Will's body.

"You think we can win this?" Will asks quietly.

"I think you're just amazing enough to do it, Will." Kisses his neck where his hand just was. "If anyone can make a dead democrat win the California 47^th, it's you."

"But it's not likely to happen." Will said earlier it wasn't about the glory and it isn't, but it is about principals and it is about victory.

"I drove to the airport," Sam says quietly, looking at Will. "And you need to understand, I thought about you for two days straight; my tie around your neck and how amazing you are. I remember being like that, didn't even understand I lost that spirit before I met you. And then tonight, on my way to the airport I thought Will could do this, Will might win this election and then I'll have to run against Chuck Webb and I'll never be able to kiss him."

"Sam…"

"You know it's true, Will." Sam knows what being a politician means, what constrictions he made to himself when choosing this life, and it's a price he's willing to pay, just not tonight.

Will smiles. "That's not what I was going to say."

"What were you going to say?"

"That the first decision you made, incidentally, after deciding you might want to run for congress is sleeping with a man."

"Not the brightest idea, huh?"

"But it was fun."

Sam grins. "You know, it escaped my mind I might want to do this again."

Will grins back and moves closer."Because I'm a great lay."

"There's no way to answer it without either insulting you or petting your ego, so yes."

"Well, you do have at least eight hours until your next flight..."

Juno fic

2008-02-17T01:32:53Z

Title: False

Rating: PG

Word Count: 443

Notes: Set way, way in the future, in Juno's PoV. Also, it's short, pointless and has no apparent purpose except I like it – just like the movie.

When I was four, mum sew me this dress that was made of rainbow, well, not really, but that's what she said and, I mean, I doubted it, but back then I was still gullible so I believed this silky silhouette was a real rainbow. Shit, it probably wasn't even real silk. But I kinda wanted it to be made of rainbow. Anyway, the lying cow and dad took me to eat ice and I remember looking at them and thinking they were this happy couple with their child, just eating ice cream. And for that few moments I believed we were perfect. I never think about it.

Marriages don't always last. And that's what I told Bleeker when he proposed, just after I said

"No."

"But, sometimes they do."

And so far it did.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mark and Vanessa were just that kind of perfect, the kind that doesn't really exist, except for a few moments in my mind, when I think how perfect it is. I try not to think about them too much, but the universe throws weird shit at you, like Mark's new CD on my desk, waiting for a review, or Leah swearing she saw Vanessa in the mall.

Bleeker bought a house, said it was about time. I refused to have a room where I could write. I write everywhere around this house- probably the reason it looks the way it does. Bleeker just smiles and calls for a maid whenever his mum comes to visit.

Liberty Bell got pregnant that year and asked me to drive her home from the abortion clinic. She ended up sleeping on our couch. Bleeker said that this whole pregnancy thing was probably genetic.

And then, I just knew. With Bleeker's hand on my elbow and his chin resting on my shoulder, no books, no classes, not even sure what a nursery should look like – we were ready.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

When we do the first ultra-sound it's fancier and more advanced than I remembered, but I don't say anything because it's Bleeker's first, our first.

They show us his face in 3D and Bleeker says he looks a like I do when I get too close to Buster and my allergies run wild.

I ask if we can see his hands and we do, tiny things in my stomach and it's amazing.

I tell Bleeker the baby is perfect, fingernails and all.

The technician smiles and says it doesn't have fingernails yet.

ola_sw @ 2007-08-31T23:58:00

2007-08-31T21:09:40Z

So now on this journal is going to be friends only. I got really spooked about a RL person reading here and I rather not let it happen. This also means I'm probably gonna post all "questionable" content fic under here and not in communities as I used to. I am sorry and I know that this "friend me and I'll friend you" system is annoying, but I rather be a total paranoid than compromise what's at stake here.