Previously: 1.1

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So I've finally decided to try documenting a Sims challenge because... reasons.

There's about 28374983748972387489237482 pics under the cut.



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I've not listened to the whole thing, but what I've heard is very pretty. I'll be interested to hear the rest of the album when it's released.

I have no idea what time it is. There's a clock right here, imbedded into the face of this machine, but I won't look at it, because I don't want to alert myself to the fact that I am well past my time for sleeping.

There's a man outside walking down the street, but he won't pick up his feet. I suppose he might have some sort of injury. It's dark out there, and the tree in front of my apartment makes the late night seem spookier than usual. He's giving off a zombie vibe. Shuff shuff shuff shuff.

The cars have stopped driving - an unusual break in the norm. It's not helping with this late night creepiness.

But I won't look at the clock. If I do, then the magic spell will break, and it will simply be another late night in Southern California.

Title: La Discoteca Blanca
Author: nevadafighter
Prompt: Ethan Hunt walks into a bar and meets Peter Tork
Fandoms: Mission: Impossible (movies), The Monkees
Word count: ~1300
Rating: PG
Warnings: CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. crack crack crack crack
Summary: Of all the coffee shop/soda fountain/record store/teenaged dens of iniquity, in all the towns, in all the world, he walked into mine.
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Just another typical day in Malibu, spy capital of the universe.

Author's Note: Written for the 2016 intoabar challenge. Also available on DO|AO3

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His fur was velvet against her hand, his claws little pin pricks of joy. His whole body thrummed with joy - quite literally - as he twisted in her arms and bumped his head against her hands. More, more!, he seemed to say. The drooling was a little gross, but she kept her complaints to herself, and scratched under his wet, fuzzy chin. Such a silly kitty.

Blood. Blood everywhere. She tried to wipe her hands down her dress, but the blood remained on her hands, wet and shiny and foul. The children lay at her feet in a heap, a broken tangle of arms and legs and heads too heavy for their dry twig necks. She backed away in horror and wondered how in the hell had she gotten there, again.

Title: Another Day in the Wild West
Author: nevadafighter
Fandom: Emergency!, The Dukes of Hazzard (TV Show)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,098
Summary: Just another rescue - no matter what John Gage believes.
Author's Note: So I felt like doing something... special. I rarely do crossovers, and I rarely do general fiction. But since I'm always up for some crack, here's some general crossover crack. Yay. I have no idea if you'd actually need to know either of these shows to be entertained, but I'm sure it'd help.

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