The bunnies are talking...

Dudes! Tyler/El Blanco has reached actual fannish status! We have achieved Anon Meme!

http://community.livejournal.com/fail_fandomanon/5404.html?thread=23286300#t23286300

The two stories they're talking about are mine (Mulberry Bush) and beren_writes's (Tentacles are Wuv). They've even got a link to Twu Wuv, which possibly explains why the archive's now got 11 members...

Title: Seventeen Minutes to Perfection
Author: Claire
Fandom: Tremors: the Series
Pairing: Tyler/El Blanco implied
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,275
Summary: In which Mindy finds out that things have changed since she's been away...

( Seventeen Minutes to Perfection )

Title: Desert Island Jazz Band
Author: Claire
Fandom: Tremors
Pairing: Tyler/El Blanco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which the truck breaks down and El Blanco takes advantage...
Notes: Written for kink_bingo, for the Double penetration (one hole) square. This contains graphic sex between a human and a giant man-eating invertebrate. Yes, I slash the worm. No, that's not a euphemism. Yes, there's sex involved. No, I don't have any shame.

( Desert Island Jazz Band )

So, For the World is Hollow and What the Hell Was I Drinking Last Night? originally came into being because I couldn't make it to the annual Crimbo party at beren_writes's this year, and I couldn't let the night go by without giving the people there something to think of me by...

Which, for me, meant texting Graboid fic to some of them. In parts. For those who are interested, which is probably exactly none of you ::grin::, this is how it originally went out.

( Story under cut )

I'm reliably informed that there was a terribly dramatic round-robin reading, and I'm half tempted to try to get them to podcast it. Because we've got the fics, vid and archive, so podcasting's the next logical step, yes? ::grin::

I would like, if I may, to tell you a story. This story started, as such stories are wont to do, in the past.

To be precise, it started one Saturday when our protagonist, a wonderful and spunky young thing, was sitting on her sofa, really rather bored. She had her mobile in one hand and the SciFi channel on in the background. And, playing on the SciFi channel at that precise moment in time, was an episode of a fantastically cheesy TV show involving an ex-NASCAR driver and a giant man-eating worm with prehensile tongues. And as the credits rolled, a thought crossed her mind. And as this thought crossed her mind, her fingers started to text.

One wonders what would have happened if, say, Babylon 5 had been on instead. Or maybe a nice rom-com. But we'll never know. For the fates themselves decreed that it should be Tremors on the TV. The fates themselves guided her texting fingers. The fates themselves caused temaris, the recipient of said text our heroine was busy writing, to gurgle in horror, shock and unadmitted intrigue and amazement as the messages fell into her inbox.

And from that moment, a new OTP was born.

Over the years out heroine wrote more (mainly via text), pimped her fandom (and came in second to the gay werewolves) and generally extolled the glee of a pairing that involved three prehensile tongues.

And she was listened to.

Slowly but steadily, others admitted the truth.

Slowly but steadily, others understood the love that existed between a man and his graboid.

Surely there was only one more step to take, one more frontier to breach. And breach it we did.

For no longer was our heroine alone. No longer was she the lone voice in the wilderness. Others came, flocking to her cause, her banner. They came with wonder, with glee. They came with joy and a spring in their step. But most of all, beyond all things, they came with a domain...

::grin::

So, yeah. At Connotations, a few people who shall remain nameless (eyes flist) bought me a domain name and webspace.

They did it because I've been joking about this for a while and, seriously, I should know better where my friends are concerned ::grin::

Which, I guess, is a really long way of saying: Twu Wuv, we're apparently open for business.

More random text pr0n...

( Torchwood - Jack/Ianto )

( RPS - Zac Efron/Shia LaBeouf )

( Tremors - Tyler/El Blanco )

( Torchwood - Jack/Ianto )

There seems to be much pouncing going on in my text messages. And arching. Pouncing and arching are apparently my thing...

( Mag7 - Vin/JD )

( Primeval - Nick/Stephen )

( Primeval - Nick/Stephen v2 )

( Tremors - Tyler/El Blanco )

( Torchwood - Jack/Ianto )

Seriously, fear me if I have your mobile number ;)

I bring you smut of the mini variety. Three text!porns and one comment!not-porn I left for alyse a little while back.

( SGA - Sheppard/McKay/Lorne )

( Tremors - Tyler/El Blanco )

( RPS - Zac Efron/Shia LaBeouf )

( High School Musical - Chad/Ryan )

Because this is what I do when I have your phone number...

( John/Rodney )

( OT4 )

( More John/Rodney )

( Radek! (And John/Rodney) )

( John/Rodney/Evan )

( My wonderful Tremors guys )

I'm also entirely blaming alyse for the icon, as I started reading bunnycomic on a bounce from her LJ and got sucked in.