HAPPY MOTHER"S DAY to all the mom's out there!!! :)

So, it's been a year since I've posted anything. Literally. *shrugs* Real life got in the way like mad and I killed my computer so needless to say, I've been away for a bit. LOL!

Hopefully that'll change. I'm writing some new fic that I hope to post soon and maybe it won't be another year before I write again.

Title: One Moment
Author: ahliadra
Rating: 'R' or Mature for sexual situations and maybe language
Word Count: 1235
Characters/Pairings: Sharon/Helo
Setting: Six Degrees of Separation--missing scene/extended scene
Author’s Note: One of my favourite scenes from S1. I had to write more to it because I just think Sharon/Helo wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off each other. And this was my first attempt to write some sort of love-scene type thing for BSG. Hope it went well. Feedback most appreciated, thanks!
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowing, please don’t sue, mean no disrespect. Honest.

Summary: This was his dream, this was his fantasy come to life. Sharon Valerii was really with him. This wasn’t a figment of his vast imagination, or the wet dream Kara teased him of having.


( The story )

Thanks for reading!!!

Tags: bsg, bsg fic, fanfic, sharon/helo, sharon/helo fic
Current Mood: thoughtful

Okay, so while watching the taped NCIS marathon I made from last weekend, I caught a commercial for exercise equipment. I won't say the name so they can't say I was, you know, whatever. Now, normally I tune out commercials, specifically ones that involve exercise since I work too much to have time to work out.

Anyhow, so the commercial is running and the guy in the commercial says he "gave all his fat clothes to his fat friends." What the hell? How does he have any friends at all after that? Don't care if it was written, don't care if it was taken out of context. That's a horrible thing to say. Especially about people you're supposed to care about. I would never be so disrepectful toward people I called friends.

Reminds me of another ad I saw for a work-out facility where they made fun of overweight people. How is that supposed to make me want to go to that gym when the people running it enjoy berating others? Cruelty is not attractive.

Grr. I need a pissed-off icon.

Tags: bitching, rl, snarky
Current Mood: irritated

Title: Caged
Author: ahliadra
Rating: PG maybe PG-13
Word Count: 2431
Setting: Resurrection Ship 1 and 2 with mentions of everything before
Author’s Note: Not my first BSG story (more like third-but second I've ever posted), yet the one I've been trying to write for a while now. I wanted a story with Helo and Tyrol and I wanted them talking about Sharon and this is what came of it. All mistakes are mine.
It’s taken a while to get to my lj. Apologies.
Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowing and will put everything back when I’m done. No disrespect intended. Please don’t sue. I’m broke anyhow.

Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks and hope you enjoy.


( Here be the story )


Thank you for reading:)

Tags: bsg, bsg fic, sharon/helo, tyrol, writing
Current Mood: indifferent
Current Music: For the Record ~Mariah Carey

So, this past Monday was my 26th birthday. Yay for me. Too bad you can't emphasise sarcasm through a computer. My mom asked me if I had a good birthday and I had to tell the truth and say no.

( Birthday woes )

On to other things....

I've become obsessed with NCIS. Every time there is a marathon of it on the USA channel, I have to watch it. Even if I have plans, I will try to delay them or something. I don't know why. Michael Weatherly cracks me up. And Abby is such a fantastic character.

Um, BSG... uh, the first two were really good. Everything with Lee has really caught my attention. And I'm not really a Lee fan! Go figure. Kara... while I'm interested in her story, I hope the yelling is over. There needs to be more Sharon/Helo and definitely more Six. Just saying cause I love them!!! Okay, no big thoughts from me on the eps. They were interesting. And poor Sam but otherwise... uh, I got nothing. Sorry.

Yay for SPN returning soon. Yeah, I'm a barrel of fun here, lol!

Okay, enough of my morose nature. Maybe next time I'll be nicer.

Tags: birthdays, bitching, bsg, ncis, relationships, rl, tv shows
Current Location: my bed
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Always Something ~by I Hate Kate

Yeah, I'm not dead. Not that anyone probably cared, but you know. I have an ego to consult here. So let's see, in the many, many months that I've been gone a lot and nothing has happened. I won't go into it, if you want to know you'll ask but I don't expect anyone to ask so, whatever.

Just a random question, if you become the other woman/man, are you that person for life even if the relationship in which you're the other stops and you never do it again? I heard this on the radio and the DJ's said that once you do it, it's who you are forever no matter what. I don't know if I agree. I mean, why? Why are you pegged into this role forever?

Who knows.

So, I've come up with possible pen name for the writing of my novel. I won't give it away now, but let's just say, once I told those closest to me, I got a laugh and a confirmation that the name fits me perfectly. Yippee!

Tags: my book, rl, tow
Current Mood: ditzy
Current Music: Typical ~ by Tickly Me Pink

I don't know if it was the flu or some monster virus running rampant through my job, but oh crap! I wake up and prefer to die. Really, I haven't eaten in a week because, well, gross.

I'd planned to post a BSG story but just couldn't move. Even now, I feel like crap. And I still have to work. Bastards. I so need to win the lottery. Or have a rich relative I didn't know about die and leave me everything. One or the other is fine.

Oh, where's some chicken soup?

Tags: sick
Current Mood: sick

There is this guy that rents a room at my mom's place. He's her boyfriend's renter so, whatever. Anyhow, he's really creepy. He has this vibe that just says being cautious and leary of him is a good thing. My mom bought a computer in February/March. It's really nice, with all these things I envy. And because of all those things, it cost a pretty penny. Hell, it's not fully paid for yet because of it's price.

Well, this renter, he has been using it and not just to check email. No, he sneaks in the middle of the night, or uses it when no one is home, so he can get into porn sites. That's gross. He's using my mom's computer and going into places that are known to have viruses (love the irony) and cares not. When he was told to stop by her bf, he didn't understand why. In fact, he didn't see what was wrong. My mom's bf told the guy if there are any viruses/spyware/whatever, he was paying for it, he was offended.

Dude, it's not your computer.

He still hasn't stopped though. And more than just the looking it up, I'm afraid of touching the keyboard or mouse because God knows what he's doing. *vomits*

The other day, he was in the shed out back with the door closed (it is hot in there) while my mom was mowing the lawn. I don't even want to think about what he was doing then. I hate to be around him. My sister hates it. And my poor mom, she just wants him gone. I think her boyfriend is starting to get the hint that this guy is creepy.

The women at their work are creeped out by him. He's said that he was fired from his last job because he gave a rose to a woman and she reported him for sexual harrassment. But he doesn't think that was fair. I'm worried. I hate being in a place where I'm so uncomfortable I can't breathe. I know what it's like to be violated and this guy reminds me so much of that time. If he fell off the face of the earth tomorrow, never to be seen or heard from again, it would be a blessing.

Man, he just makes my skin crawl. *shudders*

On a different note, I wrote a new BSG story. May post it tomorrow if I can. Been stormy here lately, and don't want to risk electrocution.

Tags: creeped out, rl
Current Mood: nauseated

Title: Uncertainty
Author: ahliadra
Rating: ‘PG’
Word Count: 1748
Setting: You Can’t Go Home Again thru Flesh and Bone
Characters: Sharon, Helo, Doral, Six
Author’s Note: This is my first BSG fic. I’m nervous to say the least. A very special thank you to sabaceanbabe for her wonderful beta.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, I’m just borrowing and will put everything back when I’m done. So please, don’t sue. I’m broke anyhow.

Summary: Sharon Valerii isn’t weak. She isn’t afraid of anything. She’s just a damn good liar.


( The tale of doubt )


~Thank you~

Tags: bsg fic, fic, sharon, sharon/helo
Current Mood: mellow

So, I was having a shitty day on the 4th. I got the day off for the American holiday, but the day before I had someone come back into my life that I wished wouldn't have. Still, I had the day off so, I wasn't complaining too much.

My mom and I were going to run a couple of errands and while sitting at a stop light, right behind a police car, this 1964 Chevy Impala slams right into us. The bastard hit us FOUR times. Yes, I did say four. It was like, first he hit us, and then, there was another jolt, and then another, and then finally one more. I swear, I could see the cop in front of us sitting there like he was waiting to see if we were going to be hit anymore. I think he was as shocked as my mom and I were. How many people get hit four times in a row?

The guy said when he got out of the car it was his brakes. They were bad. So why speed down a road and not even attempt to hit the brakes until the point of impact? How dumb. But he told the cop his accelerator stuck. So, which is it? Either way, he's an idiot and my mom and I are suffering for it.

Well, the Impala ended up underneath my mom's Saturn by the time the whole thing was over and get this: the guy was worried more about his car because he was on his way to a 4th of July car show rather than be concerned that he was just in an accident that hurt two people. My mom hurt her back and hand, and I hurt my back, have a concussion (my second in 9 months) and have a sore neck.

Oh, and even better, the moron didn't have proof of insurance. Even if I don't drive my car all that much, I'm going to have it insured because anything could happen. A freak storm could have lightning strike a tree which knocks it into my garage crushing my car. You just never know. And there's no way in hell I wouldn't insure a 1964 Impala. Hello?

So, my mom's bumper is pushed in, the truck is inside where the bumper once sat, and who know's what it looks like underneath, since as I said, his car was below my mom's once all was said and done. Seriously, when my mom moved her car, we dropped a couple inches, and the moron's car bounced up a great deal.

The only good thing is my mom never hit the cop in front of us. There would have been lots more paperwork, and an investigation and we'd probably still be there dealing with this.

I had a great day off/holiday. Oh yeah, just great.

Tags: accidents, bitching, holidays, injuries, rl
Current Mood: irritated