Roxy, Mizz Rose

Next time, happy fic--all laughs and smiles and fuzzy little kitt-uns. No more sickness my friends. I'm turning over a new leaf--'Roxy' will be synonymous with shmoop. Mark my words.
In the meantime though...this.

( racing towards the end... )

I'm trying to get most of this out before I leave on the Rose Family Vacation. It promises to be a laugh-filled fest of sharing and discovery...so far, I've discovered none of my summer clothes fit me. What do we get when we mix Internet and Ice-cream? We get a big ole fat Roxy, that's what we get. But you didn't tune in here to hear me whine about porkitude. You tuned in for the porn. sadly my friends, no porn...but there is a sprinkling of insanity, will that do for now?

This bit rated 3 for violence.

( under the cut, there's darkness )

See? Told you!
this part rated 5 for sex, insanity and language. *shakes head* sometimes I wonder...

( poor kid )

Okee-dokee! Let's kick this little fledgling out of the nest! Fly! Fly! ....oops. Dang...Crawl! Crawl!


Thr Previous Parts are doing the Hustle over here...what? oh, 'xcuse, they're *hustling.*


( under this cut is the answer to everything. Kidding! )

This was supposed to be a short little fic, something that wasn't going to eat up major parts of my time. Heh.

Anyhoo, Previous Parts are sunbathing here. Nude. On a traffic island.Rapscallions.

( there is no sex under this cut )

Previous Parts are here, writing your number on public restroom walls. Say...do you really do that?....

This section is rated 4 for sexual situations and language.

( look, there's fic under this thing! )

The Previous Parts are here, exhausted, wet, sticky and vowing to never ever fill a wading pool with jello again. Words to live by.


I finally, finally thank God finally!-- managed to pull some of this together. Someone give me a cookie, 'cause I swear, it was that traumatic. Now--the other things I'm suppose to be writing...*sigh*

Oh yeah Roxy, do the challange--you can do it...Smack the fuck out of me if I ever mention wanting to do one again, please.

( Dis Pater part 19 )

Previous Parts are here, reading letters to the editor and circling names...

So--anybody ready for some twisty wrongness this fine day? Lucas was the most enormous bitch to me--but unlike Whitney, I didn't find it cute. He was such a little bitch that Clark felt obligated to behave, so bonus, I guess. Yes, yes, I know they're just fictional characters and this is making you a little uneasy, but hey! I have chocolate...ah? Ah?


( Dis Pater part 17 )

Previous Parts are here, mis-reading your intentions. run!

Okay, trying this one more time. I tried to post this sucker a bazillion times last night and something always went wrong. Let's hope I don't screw it up today.

( Dis Pater part 14 )

*panting* Boy, this stuff is hard...*pout*
So, I lurch along with Dis Pater...the story that's breaking my brain. I hate my logic land mines! Why can't I see these things *before* I'm ten thousand words into a damn story. It's actually making me sit bolt upright deep in the night, sweating and asking myself, "Why did Lionel send the two of them off to a strange place in the hinterlands with no supervision? Why? WHY??!!"
*sigh...takes out tap shoes, polishes them* It's going to be one hell of a dance.

Previous Parts are here,reading your tea leaves. They said forget those long range vacation plans--you better just plan a weekender.


( Dis Pater part 12 )