A Spoonful of Sugar: in which Miss Mary Poppins and Ms Valerie Frizzle unexpectedly sit next to each other in Developmental Psychology, and the rest writes itself.

Ms Frizzle/Mary Poppins, the ship you didn’t know you sailed. Please, please, please someone write this. :O

You can buy this print (and others like it!) at my Storenvy store, if you like.  It will also be for sale at Vancouver-area cons. <3


“Fans of course are obsessed with your relationship with Jaime. In fact, so much that some marvelous fan art has been created.” (x)

Featuring artwork by chaoslindsay & bljgot!

ficlet: under the table

@chaoslindsay prompted on twitter: under the table handjobs. nsfw (surprise), 2000 words. Nebulous modern AU.


An hour to closing. Faces blur in the shifting lights, washed out with tiredness and alcohol, giddy. And there’s Dorian, laughing, dragged through the crowd by Sera; no drinks in evidence.

“It’s a fucking bear-pit over there,” she says, slipping her phone back into her pocket after a quick glance, a disappointed face smoothed over fast. “Maybe Dorian’s good with getting eaten up, but some of us aren’t into big hairy men. Drinks at my place after instead, right?”

“What,” the Bull says, “not going to get laid?”

Sera sighs heavily. “Just not the same. Adaar’s lot were here last time. Nothing else measures up. Get it? ‘Cause, like: woof.”

Shokrakar is indeed a fine figure of a woman. The Bull knows her, from before. Good to know she’s doing alright, though he wouldn’t have said so a few years ago.

“Nothing to do with Dagna, then,” Dorian says. “You’re not mooning and checking for texts ten times a minute.”

“I’ll moon you, you arse,” Sera says, and is half way up onto the table ready to make good when the Dorian yanks her down again, catches her unsteadily and turns his forward motion into an elegant dip, like he meant it.

“You, my friend, are inebriated,” Dorian says.

“Psht,” Sera says. “Takes one to know one. How come you can still say your fancy words.”

“I’m not nearly drunk enough to lose those,” Dorian says, as though he ever does. He has been drinking lightly, though. “Come on, get up. You aren’t particularly light.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sera says. “Lighter than your boyfriend. Bet you let him sleep on top of you.”

He does. Had, the few times they’ve actually passed out together. Loves the Bull’s weight over him.

“Sera,” Dorian says. “Go and dance, would you? Kiss someone inappropriately. Have fun.”

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It’s over, but you don’t have to stop seeing cool art by these cool people! Here’s the official list of all the artists who worked on the BROOKLYN Zine– go check them out!!

Lindsay (chaoslindsay)
Clare (jukebox-head)
Tea-Binge Studio / Marcelle (scribbleymark) & Anika (peacocksdance)
Sam (superhumandisasters)
Jess (stonelions)
Kate (illustratedkate)
Nur (choowy)
Gene (noogenesis)
Mo (cuddlingthecthulhu)
Sushu (potofsoup)
Holli (nonasuch)
Wensleydale (wensleydale)
Isabel (ithusi)
Audrey (nordreys)
Betsy (ink-demon)
Amanda (humourlesspoppycock)
Leo (leoniebunchdesigns)
Kendra (kendrawcandraw)
Jeremia (jeremiagoeswoah)
Marcela (dueliste)
Carol (datura-riot)
Llewellyn (caffeinetooth)
B-Rex (theopteryx)
Jes (caffeinated-zombie)
Karaii (karaii)
Lacey (dial-p-for-placey)
Mikey (speedduck)
Cherri (fluffyduckgardens)
Quinn (quinndunham)
Katie (d-d-dean)
Beverly (trimcoast)
Christine (dionysusmonster)
Mica (micaceous-art)
Kat (ocicatsy)
Tam (mistersusans)
Aimee (brofisting)
Lindsay (ofdonut)
Sonia (sonialiao)
Sae (picapicae)

When we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change.

Aang gets me right in the feels, every time.

I’ll be selling prints of this poster this weekend at Anime Revolution, as well as tons of my other art, magnets, pins, and my husband’s incredible betrothal necklaces. By popular demand, I WILL have pins representing the four nations! It is a fact! We has them!

A print is also available through deviantART!