tormentedeyes: (Happy hacker)
Thought I'd make one. Whoo, here we go!

List of Doom! ...Or not. )

Annnd, that's all. Yep.
tormentedeyes: (broken)
Title: Broken Truth
Rating: NC-17 (I'm serious.)
Disclaimer: I, in no way, own anything to do with this wonderful franchise. Just splashing around in the kiddie pool. And I apologize in advance to the Marvel peeps.
Summary: Bruce Banner always ran from people. Except for when he didn't, when he let them in. Now, though, all those doubts and uncertainties are forced back up to the surface in the worst way possible.
A/N: Okay. So. This is mostly based off of the RP group on Facebook.

Banner always gets shat on. It's just another day. )

tormentedeyes: (transcends time)

Five years ago, Hurricane Katrina made landfall and fucked up Louisiana and Mississippi. I was very upset at the time. That is a total understatement.


Now, I'm actually very happy about it. I look back at the time right before the storm, the two weeks of my freshman year of high school, and I realize how very unhappy I was. Again an understatement. If the storm had never hit, I'd continue to be that unhappy.

No. Actually, if it never hit, I'd probably have killed myself.

So, yeah.

Because of the storm, I was able to let go of most of my worries, embrace myself, and actually be happy. And I really haven't been better than right now.

So, thanks Katrina. You were such a nice bitch. :D
tormentedeyes: (Happy hacker)

...Even though I kinda know how it ends...

BUT! I am excite! XD
tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  Engulfing
Rating:  NC-17
Word Count:  1,570
Disclaimer:  Ugh, after all this time, despite not owning anything, these effing boys still won't leave me alone!
Summary:  Pre-Rent. Mark didn't know what he was getting into, and, simply, he was scared.
A/N:  So, yeah. Another Rent fic. And it's a withdrawal fic, at that. Oh joy.


He didn't know why he insisted on this... )


tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  Half-Breed part 2
Rating:  PG-13
Word Count:  4,164 in this part (8,145 total)
Disclaimer:  I own nothing! I can't even believe I wrote something else for this fandom...
Summary:  The mission was routine. Jim hoped it was routine. Hoping it would run smoothly and it actually running smoothly were two totally different things, though.
A/N:  ...Don't ask how, but I managed to turn out over 8K words of away team mishap. Yeah...


Part 2 herein )
tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  Half-Breed part 1
Rating:  PG-13
Word Count:  3,978 in this part (8,145 total)
Disclaimer:  I own nothing! I can't even believe I wrote something else for this fandom...
Summary:  The mission was routine. Jim hoped it was routine. Hoping it would run smoothly and it actually running smoothly were two totally different things, though.
A/N:  ...Don't ask how, but I managed to turn out over 8K words of away team mishap. Yeah...


Part 1 cause LJ is being a butt. )
tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  Scars (2/?)
Rating:  R
Word Count:  3,129
Disclaimer:  I should own it! Maybe then they'd get out of my head and leave me alone!
Summary:  Roger thought the scar incident was the end of it. Boy, was he wrong.
A/N:  So, I thought Scars would be a one-shot. I was wrong, ha ha! These silly bohemians just keep doing silly things.
Part One


Roger seriously did not like today. Nor how things are turning. )

tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)
001.Beginnings. 002.Middles. 003.Ends. 004.Insides. 005.Outsides.
006.Hours. 007.Days. 008.Weeks. 009.Months. 010.Years.
011.Red. 012.Orange. 013.Yellow. 014.Green. 015.Blue.
016.Purple. 017.Brown. 018.Black. 019.White. 020.Colourless.
021.Friends. 022.Enemies. 023.Lovers. 024.Family. 025.Strangers.
026.Teammates. 027.Parents. 028.Children. 029.Birth. 030.Death.
031.Sunrise. 032.Sunset. 033.Too Much. 034.Not Enough. 035.Sixth Sense.
036.Smell. 037.Sound. 038.Touch. 039.Taste. 040.Sight.
041.Shapes. 042.Triangle. 043.Square. 044.Circle. 045.Moon.
046.Star. 047.Heart. 048.Diamond. 049.Club. 050.Spade.
051.Water. 052.Fire. 053.Earth. 054.Air. 055.Spirit.
056.Breakfast. 057.Lunch. 058.Dinner. 059.Food. 060.Drink.
061.Winter. 062.Spring. 063.Summer. 064.Fall. 065.Passing.
066.Rain. 067.Snow. 068.Lightening. 069.Thunder. 070.Storm.
071.Broken. 072.Fixed. 073.Light. 074.Dark. 075.Shade.
076.Who? 077.What? 078.Where? 079.When? 080.Why?
081.How? 082.If. 083.And. 084.He. 085.She.
086.Choices. 087.Life. 088.School. 089.Work. 090.Home.
091.Birthday. 092.Christmas. 093.Thanksgiving. 094.Independence. 095.New Year.
096.Writer‘s Choice. 097.Writer‘s Choice. 098.Writer‘s Choice. 099.Writer‘s Choice. 100.Writer's Choice

Now all I need to do is decide which character or fandom to write about...

EDIT: I've decided to do Steve Rogers/Cap/Marvel. Yay.

tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  Scars
Rating:  PG-13
Word Count:  2,466
Disclaimer:  I don't own a thing. All mistakes are mine, though.
Summary:  Post-Rent. While catching him off guard, Mimi discovers a secret about Mark. The atmosphere goes from playful to tense when Roger discovers the secret too, leaving Mimi with only more questions.
A/N:  So. This is a sequel to Actual Reality. Sort of. You could also read Giving a Gift to know what day Roger's referring to, but it's not necessary. Enjoy.


Mimi had no idea what she'd unleashed... )
tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title: Submerge
Rating: PG-13/R? (Suggestiveness and language)
Word Count: 2,411
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I just like to play in the sandbox.
Summary: Pre-Rent. Ever since Roger met April, he's been on a downward spiral. Mark isn't too sure on what to do.
A/N: Soooo, here's one of the supposed Christmas gifts I have on my hard drive. Late, I know!


Roger goes missing. Mark, the idiot he is, goes looking for him. )


tormentedeyes: (Default)

     So. It's come to my attention that I'm an idiot.

     Maybe not in the book smarts sense but in the other senses.

     I was with a friend watching a chick flick, one I'd already seen. I found myself smiling throughout the whole thing, and not because I found the movie funny or predictable (though it was). I was actually enjoying it. By the time the movie ended, though, I wanted to cry. Again, not because they got their happy ending but because I wanted my own, and I know I'm never going to get it.

     I probably could, if I actually put forth the effort (I've had my share of partners and offers). Therein lies the problem, however: I don't put forth the effort. I don't really even try.

     It's not like I don't care about those I date – I do – it's just that I'm... unable to? Scared to? I don't even know, really. Just something in me doesn't allow for me to go forward in my relationships, to make them work.

     I think I can't, actually. I'm just not designed like that.

     I'm more like a servant than anything else, which is equally if not more idiotic.

     If you're my friend – as in, a good, close, true friend – I'll basically be at your beck and call. Thinking about it right now, it's kind of scary how much of a slave I am. I would literally do anything for certain friends... All they need do is ask.

     I didn't think I was this submissive; I fancied myself the dominant one in most of my relationships. In simple term, I was the “boy.” But looking back, I only assumed that role because that's what my partner wanted. And most of the people I've dated weren't looking for anything serious.

     ... I was aching today, too. The same friend with whom I watched the chick flick asked me if I really had to leave. I felt an overwhelming urge to say “No, I don't. I can stay” but then she laughed and said we'll see each other during the summer.

     If it had been another friend, and they were not joking, I seriously would have found a way to cancel my flight and stay. If they asked me to stay in the parish and not return to Colgate, I'd do it. I'd throw away my grant and education and possibly my future to stay. Without question.


     If they want something, I'll try my best to get it, whatever it may be. I'll even pay for them, buy them shit. Maybe they don't want me to, but I'll do it anyway in the off chance the gesture would please them. Some would insist they'll pay me back, but I swear it's no problem, even though my mind tells me it wouldn't hurt to have more money. But, then again, I'll only use it on my friends. Thinking on it, I hardly ever use my money for me...

     Sometimes, I wonder and worry what would happen if my friends found out this idiotic fact about me. Would they try to test it? Would they laugh in my face? Would they think less of me? And the one question that strikes me the most, would I even care if they did these things?

     The answer is frightening to me. No, I wouldn't. I'd still be theirs. A slave. Tied to them through a bond that formed over time and strengthened when I wasn't looking.

     I know of one friend who would most likely take advantage of my little trait. Dos – as I will call this friend – would probably have me running around, doing tasks, trying to push my limit, trying to test how far I'll go. And the worst part is, Dos is so high in my eyes that I'll probably take it and do whatever is directed of me. Because through some twisted idea of fate, I've fallen in love with Dos.

     I don't even know how that works, seeing as I'll never tell Dos this (unless Dos asks me if there's anyone I like, in which case I'll have no choice but to confess because it's unthinkable for a slave to lie to its master). I never tell anyone I like I like them. I just quietly serve. If they approach me, I'll date them. But not a lot of people want a servant. It might seem like a perfect idea to have someone waiting on you, adoring you, ready to do anything you ask, but from experience, it's not what people want.

     (For the record, I'm only a “real servant” to those I date if they were my friends before the relationship started. Not that it makes my position any better...)

     It's not healthy. I know this. But I can't break it. I've tried, believe you me. But something always happens – one of them is hurt, threatened, heartbroken, bored – and I'm at their side, protective (did I mention I'll get into death like fights for my friends if I think they're being abused or threatened?) and obedient, instantly.

     ... I probably wrote a bunch of nonsense that no one will understand, if anyone reads it at all...

     Ugh. I don't know. I'm just tired.


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Spent Halloween with my sister and aunt.
Spending the night with them in their hotel room.

The good life is simple.


Aug. 28th, 2009 02:45 pm
tormentedeyes: (Default)
So, I've decided to start posting my more creative dreams here. Here's the first. Hooray!

WARNING! Serious doses of CRACK ahead! Ye be warned! )

Soooo. . .





That and the characters in my dream think I'm a guy, despite me wearing a skirt at some point. And that I would go through all that crap to save someone who barely considers me a friend. Yeah. . .

I hope your brain didn't break from overdosing on the crack that is MY BRAIN!

tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  That Something Special
Rating:  PG-13
Word Count:  3,472
Disclaimer:  I, in no way, own anything to do with this wonderful franchise. Just splashing around in the kiddie pool.
Summary:  Bones is Chief Medical Officer and, as such, he sees things happen around a certain Captain, things that change the Enterprise's bridge crew lives. For the better.
A/N:  Soooo, yeah. I wrote a Star Trek one-shot. A rather long one, by my standards. Forgive me, all Star Trek fans!


Bones sees it all, and it makes him smile, though he'll never admit it to a certain Captain. )
tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  Actual Reality (3/3)
Rating:  R
Word Count:  1,649
Disclaimer:  I wish, but alas, do not own.
Summary:  Mark has to deal. There's only one problem: Mark doesn't deal well.
A/N:  So, here is the final part of this little fic. This gave me quite a lot of trouble, but I think it turned out fine...
Part One                             Part Two


Mark couldn't believe it. How could he have been so stupid? )

tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  Between Friends, part 2
Rating:  NC-17
Word Count:  2,169
Disclaimer:  I'm sorry! I own nothing!
Summary:  Roger should have known he'd never get away with it.
A/N:  I should be shot. After a shit load of rewrites, it is done. And it's still crap. This is the last of this crack, I swear!
Part One (should you want to have the full cracky experience...)


If you thought the first go was bad, wait till you get a load of this! )
tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  What Was the Name (3/3)
Rating:  PG-13
Word Count:  1,370
Disclaimer:  The movie doesn't belong to me. I'm not that awesome.
Summary:  Max watches as Jude returns. That's all he does: watch.
A/N:  The final part! Yay! ...Or not. But, here's to it ending!
Part One                         Part Two


He could just not say anything, let the moment pass, but then Jude would hate him... )

tormentedeyes: (the plotbunnies! they're EVIL)

Title:  And Life Begins
Rating:  PG-13 (That seems to be my default rating...)
Word Count:  1,723
Disclaimer:  Rent will always own me. I've never had any power over it.
Summary:  Pre-Rent. Mark just arrived in the big city and has nowhere to go. Luckily, he runs into the singer of the Well Hungarians.
A/N:  This is sort of my tribute to RENT. Instead of posting something relating to its ending like I originally was, I wanted to focus on a beginning. I'll save the ending fic for another day.


Mark doesn't really think things through... )


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