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WHAT.

Disney. Disney, baby, don't be this way. WHY YOU WANT TO HURT US LIKE THIS?

i get less sane by the day, apparently

Guys, I am, uh, I am kind of afraid to watch PC. What if it isn't as good as I remember it? What if I get jossed some more? (I apparently hallucinated the recurring scars thing.) I am, like, pathetically nervous, so I'm still back here working my way through Criminal Minds, which isn't doing much for my paranoia, but hey! I love this show.

Brief detour from Dust to write Golden Age Peter and Susan for almostinstinct, and in other news of AWESOME, lassiterfics and I continue our Narnia as Ocean's 11 AU, which now includes an Ocean's 11 crossover and also these lovely lines:

"wait wait wait," says edmund. "are you telling me."

rusty munches cashews unconcernedly.

"that my brother."

rusty scratches his head.

"is in a blood vendetta with THE FUCKING MAFIA."

"hmm," says rusty. "maybe."

Those lines are Lass's, by the way.

I kind of don't think there are many CSI:NY folk still around, but, uh, what goes around comes around? This may feature the Patrisos, but the Constantines aren't showing. I...yeah. New York. Mafia. Y'all know me. It has been a while, hasn't it?

Narnia fic: "On a Summer Sunday" (Peter/Susan)

Title: On a Summer Sunday
Author: bedlamsbard
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Come on. Sun's shining, Lu is at Arn Abedin, Ed is at Anvard, the Shifting Market's in full fling, it's a beautiful day." Golden Age fic.
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia and its characters, situations, settings, etc., belong to C.S. Lewis. Some characters, situations, settings, etc., belong to Walden Media. The concept of alchemical lights is borrowed from Scott Lynch's Gentlemen Bastard sequence.
Author's Note: For almostinstinct, who went above and beyond the call of duty to bring me PC footage for geographical analysis.

( On a Summer Sunday )