Data Mining with R: learning by case studies
http://www.liaad.up.pt/~ltorgo/DataMiningWithR/

R is a really excellent tool ... i use it to analyse performance data from tuning sessions ....

R hiatus breaks with weddings and babies! i like that this seems so very real. lots of fear and desire to not change anything, because it's new and scary. i like that.

[40,000 words // R ] Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him.

Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him.

Title: Don't cut your hair (Do you think it's gonna make him change?) Panic at the Disco, Spencer/Brendon (Ryan/Keltie, Jon/Cassie) 40,000 words, R. Summary: Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him.

Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him. Four parts linked.

Set a little while in the future. The band takes a break and Brendon gets bored. Spencer goes with him. Spencer/Brendon (Ryan/Keltie, Jon/Cassie) 40,000 words

"I mean, it’s Brendon. Can you really imagine him getting all Justin Timberlake without us?" Ryan threw himself down on the couch. "Yes," he said miserably. "Since the first time I heard him sing in your garage I’ve been able to imagine exactly that."

Brendon/Spencer. R. Futurefic. Ryan gets married, Jon has a kid, and the band is on hiatus. I really enjoy the dynamic between all the guys and girls here. In particular, the way this handles the various reactions to Brendon's new material is excellent, and then as the story progresses, I like that it really takes the time to explore how Spencer and Brendon navigate this new relationship. It feels very honest, very convincing, and also all completely necessary. It's been a while since a fic has left me feeling truly satisfied by the end and not wondering what happened to one or two loose ends.

Like all stories there are two sides, and this is the other: “There was once boy Merlin came to the court to ensnare the prince in his grasp, for he was an evil wizard, determined to destroy all of Albion. He bated his time, and made the prince believe he was his friend, someone to be trusted until two Augusts after his arrival, the good King Uther Pendragon recognized that his son’s illness was related to the boy who never left his son’s side for a moment. When the evil wizard Merlin was burned, Prince Arthur emerged from confinement healthy and strong again.” What really happened is a little less glamorous than either account.

"It's pretty, but very distressing. And lo, all is sunshine and daisies... and death, but what can you do?

"It's pretty, but very distressing. And lo, all is sunshine and daisies... and death, but what can you do?"

THIS WAS TOTALLY ROCKIN'

One story goes like this: “There was an enemy sorcerer, whose son Uther had killed, and who was desperate to make Uther feel the same pain. And so the sorcerer wove a spell around Prince Arthur, and it killed him slowly over the course of a season. From May to August, Arthur had faded. And then Arthur’s manservant, Merlin, realized that it was no ordinary illness, and he, being a great sorcerer himself, but good and kind, defended the prince, and saved his life. “But alas, King Uther could not abide magic of any kind, and Prince Arthur’s protests and the physician’s pleas and Merlin’s explanations fell on deaf ears. Merlin was killed that very night—burned alive for saving the prince, and the prince was locked in the dungeons, where he could not help his friend.”

And this is the worst—this is what he and Arthur and even Hunith have been nagging Merlin about: do not let Uther catch you.

What really happened is a little less glamorous than either account.

Gawain of Orkney arrives at court, all golden skin, freckles, and bright red hair. He and Arthur start beating on each other almost immediately, which Gwen recognizes means that they’re best friends. (trust me.)

Like all stories, there are two sides

Like all stories there are two sides. What really happened is a little less glamorous than either account.

Summary: (courtesy of [info]hackthis) "It's pretty, but very distressing. And lo, all is sunshine and daisies... and death, but what can you do?"

Summary: Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

Okay, I appear to be on some kind of Regency kick this week. I'd call this pretty OOC, but it is *crossdressing* Regency fic and ILIT. *_*

Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.”

The One Where Gerard's A Crossdresser in the 1790s.

1790s. Cross-dressing.

Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

This is a period piece. Gerard knows that the entire idea is sheer madness, but he isn't going to let that stop him. I didn't know that I found the idea of men in women's clothing so appealing, but goodness- apparently I have yet another kink.

AU crossdresser in the 1790s Michael didn’t seem particularly shocked when Gerard approached him with the idea, but then, Gerard had never seen his younger brother look particularly shocked at anything. He merely looked at Gerard, blinked once or twice, and repeated in a flat tone, “You want me to help you dress up like a woman.” “It’s the stays in particular I think I’ll need help with,” Gerard told him. “Well, and buttoning the dress, and perhaps the wig.”

(or, The One Where Gerard's A Crossdresser in the 1790s)

This looks like a fun language to play with.

google tools

Last night, I moderated our Bay Area R Users Group kick-off event with a panel discussion entitled “The R and Science of Predictive Analytics”, co-located with the Predictive Analytics World conference here in SF. The panel comprised of four recognized R users from industry: * Bo Cowgill, Google * Itamar Rosenn, Facebook * David Smith, Revolution Computing * Jim Porzak, The Generations Network (and Co-Chair of our R Users Group)

looks like a promising read

In which Spencer is antisocial and hates Christmas, Ryan is in love, Jon is planning vacations and Brendon doesn't want to spend Christmas alone.

In which Spencer is antisocial and hates Christmas, Ryan is in love, Jon is planning vacations and Brendon doesn't want to spend Christmas alone. Christmas AU.

In which Spencer is antisocial and hates Christmas, Ryan is in love, Jon is planning vacations and Brendon doesn't want to spend Christmas alone. Christmas AU.

Novella. A real life AU in which Jon and Ryan want to make sure Brendon has someone to spend Christmas with, and Spencer can't imagine anything worse. This was adorable. It could have done with a tighter edit, but it was probably worth rushing to get it out in time for Christmas. I didn't love Spencer's characterisation, but sunsetmog's Brendon is the most appealing thing on the planet. I was crying in the second part and doing heart eyes in the third. (R)

three parts

brendon & spencer spend xmas together; spencer is a SCROOGE

"He is a changed man," Brendon pronounces, wriggling back into Spencer's hand. "He has seen the beauty of Christmas and relented. He is like Scrooge at the end of the movie, when he's singing with all the Muppets."

Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.

Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot.

Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.

"Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot. " A decade apart.

"There, there." Gaius' hand patted Merlin's face and he had the eerie sensation of it passing through his skin. "I died that day, life just hasn't quite let go of me yet."

Summary: Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot.

Merlin thought nothing of it when Gaius dropped the first clay pot. It was, after all, an empty pot. (post 1x13; ~8,500 words)

TBC

Author: zarathuse Summary: In which Merlin saves Arthur’s life. Uh. Mostly. Hijinx ensue. Featuring Merlin's dad. (More serious than it sounds. Long.)

Wherein Merlin is immortal and Arthur is dead. Reallllly good and very bloody interesting.

In which Merlin saves Arthur’s life. Uh. Mostly. Hijinx ensue. (More serious than it sounds, unfortunately.)

In which Merlin saves Arthur’s life. Uh. Mostly. Hijinx ensue. (More serious than it sounds, unfortunately.) This fic was at once vaguely creepy (think living dead) and romantic, which is quite an accomplishment to have together in one fic and make it work.

"In which Merlin saves Arthur’s life. Uh. Mostly. Hijinx ensue. (More serious than it sounds, unfortunately.) " (Spoilers for s1)

19,000 words

I was amusing myself by imagining Kirk attempting to be an authority figure and this is what happened.

Chekov rolls his eyes and then enunciates very clearly, like he’s speaking to someone a little bit slow, and sometimes he really does wonder about Sulu. “I punched a superior officer in the face!”

"If people just went around punching superior officers because they were assholes, there would be anarchy, and I’d be very bruised.” [ I would have loved it for this fragment alone, but the rest of the fic is equally good. It's gen, with some UST running around]

Kirk learns to deal with the necessities of command. This story has a great Kirk voice, and it also features my personal favorite, Chekov - and a Uhura who isn't taking any bullshit!

Kirk slouches in his chair and sighs. McCoy will give him this; the man is a champion at slouching. There’s something about the way he slouches that seems to be saying, ‘I could be sitting straight, but the universe just couldn’t handle the awesomeness of me being fully upright in this chair.’ It’s a lot to say in just the way he sits. It’s impressive.

Kirk attempts to be an authority figure and McCoy mocks.

I was amusing myself by imagining Kirk attempting to be an authority figure and this is what happened. Gen, with a brief moment of Kirk's POV on Spock/Uhura which is absolutely hilarious.

ittle to do with their lascivious leanings (ahem, BedPost), and more with the scarcity of their skills. I believe that the folks to whom Hal Varian is referring are not statisticians in the narrow sense, but rather people who possess skills in three key, yet independent areas: statistics, data munging, and data visualization. (In parentheses next to each, I’ve put the salient character trait needed to acquire it).

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Summary: He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply.

He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply.

The next time one of these memories erupts from its hiding place is months later, aboard the Enterprise, in the middle of a mildly heated argument with Spock. He's mildly heated and arguing, Spock is being an impeccably logical douchebag and he may be correct, but that doesn't mean he's *right*. Jim could tell him to back down, that's an order, but he can't let go of his desire to convince Spock that he's wrong.

kirk doesn't want what spock prime left in his head. spock takes it away-- but some things are just meant to be. incredibly beautiful piece of fic.

He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply. Spock feels the effects of Spock Prime's mind-meld.

"God. Just... we're sleeping together," he blurts out. Spock actually blinks. "Lieutenant Uhura would be surprised to hear that." He appears to give the matter a little thought. "Perhaps not entirely surprised." "No! I mean the other you, and the other me from his timeline. Wait. What?"

The first one happens three weeks later, when Kirk is still back at the academy, packing up his dead roommate's belongings. He can't understand why it disturbs him so deeply.

Tame little rebellions, maybe, but in this family Ashlee's already learned to take what she can get.

"Look, it's like," she says finally, feeling drunk and dumb and bad with words. "I was raised to talk about God when you were sober and sex when you were wasted. As far as I can tell, in your world or whatever, it's basically the other way round." [Lovely, believable traces-canon-and-fills-in-the-gaps type Ashlee-centric fic.]

When she was 11, Ashlee Simpson hated her sister. While she never admits this in so many words, her actions back then spoke volumes. She resented Jessica’s elder status, the way her parents fawned over their firstborn’s dreams of pop stardom...felt inferior, awkward, left out. A popular girl at school in Waco, Texas, Jessica would regularly have friends over, banishing Ashlee to her bedroom upstairs. But Ashlee was a combative force even as a preteen, and she liked nothing better than embarrassing her sister...so, wearing only a bathrobe, she would stomp down to Jessica’s gathering, disrobe before everyone and play the guitar naked, all the while grinning like a lunatic.

REC: Very bittersweet, as well as hot. "When she was 11, Ashlee Simpson hated her sister. While she never admits this in so many words, her actions back then spoke volumes. She resented Jessica’s elder status, the way her parents fawned over their firstborn’s dreams of pop stardom...felt inferior, awkward, left out. A popular girl at school in Waco, Texas, Jessica would regularly have friends over, banishing Ashlee to her bedroom upstairs. But Ashlee was a combative force even as a preteen, and she liked nothing better than embarrassing her sister...so, wearing only a bathrobe, she would stomp down to Jessica’s gathering, disrobe before everyone and play the guitar naked, all the while grinning like a lunatic."

When she was 11, Ashlee Simpson hated her sister. While she never admits this in so many words, her actions back then spoke volumes. She resented Jessica’s elder status, the way her parents fawned over their firstborn’s dreams of pop stardom...felt inferior, awkward, left out. A popular girl at school in Waco, Texas, Jessica would regularly have friends over, banishing Ashlee to her bedroom upstairs. But Ashlee was a combative force even as a preteen, and she liked nothing better than embarrassing her sister...so, wearing only a bathrobe, she would stomp down to Jessica’s gathering, disrobe before everyone and play the guitar naked, all the while grinning like a lunatic.

From day one it's clear to her that Jessica is the golden child.

Good look at Ashlee's life...

She knocks herself out to look hot and ends up looking like Jessica; she wraps herself all around Pete and is quiet and clingy all night. She drinks far too many vodka-redbulls and practically gropes him in all the pictures and then spends half an hour throwing up. -- Transcends fanfiction to be a story in its own right, it's just very very real and inspiring.

Later she'll write a dozen songs trying desperately to reassert that defiance, to recapture those days when she felt so precariously different, so attention-gettingly alive. It won't really work, not once they've passed through the hands of a dozen co-writers and producers and label people and Daddy.

>> From day one it's clear to her that Jessica is the golden child. << Oh Ashlee. This was so amazing. I have no words.

What the title says. Short and sweet.

What he’s not thinking about is what comes out of his mouth, but that’s not really unusual.

Jim Kirk saying "sweetheart" to Spock

The idea of the "Mathesaurus" is to provide a quick reference for switching to open-source mathematical computation environments for computer algebra, numeric processing and data visualisation.

"The idea of the "Mathesaurus" is to provide a quick reference for switching to open-source mathematical computation environments for computer algebra, numeric processing and data visualisation."

R. "What exactly are you afraid I'm going to do to Gaius in the middle of your magical tower? Choke him with my bare hands?" Dark!Merlin is very addictive. I must find me some more.

Outside the city walls, the tower stood black against the sky.

Merlin, bottom!arthur

Previously Recced [Tangled Yarn]

"What do you want?" Merlin said, snarled, rising up from his chair by Gaius's bedside. His eyes were shining golden, ferocious and bright in the little quiet room at the top of the tower; outside, through the one broad window, Arthur could see coal-smoke clouds blotting out the sun, boiling over, and lightning cracking in the mirk.

extremely hot

Merlin's built a tower outside of Camelot, and Arthur needs to bring him back.

Summary: Thanks to his idiot friends, Jensen gets signed up to compete for Jared Padalecki's friendship on the second season of MTV's Bromance. Can he beat out seven other guys to be Jared's new best friend...or maybe more?

Thanks to his idiot friends, Jensen gets signed up to compete for Jared Padalecki's friendship on the second season of MTV's Bromance. Can he beat out seven other guys to be Jared's new best friend...or maybe more?

Thanks to his idiot friends, Jensen gets signed up to compete for Jared Padalecki's friendship on the second season of MTV's Bromance. Can he beat out seven other guys to be Jared's new best friend...or maybe more? ** Awesomeness, this was sooo cute even though there was no hardcore sex, it was the only downside to this story

A free book on how statisticians think about data. Uses R programming language.

The book is intended as an upper level undergraduate or introductory graduate textbook in statistical thinking with a likelihood emphasis for students with a good knowledge of calculus and the ability to think abstractly. By "statistical thinking" is meant a focus on ideas that statisticians care about as opposed to technical details of how to put those ideas into practice. The book does contain technical details, but they are not the focus. By "likelihood emphasis" is meant that the likelihood function and likelihood principle are unifying ideas throughout the text.

Hastie, Tibshirani and Friedman (2008). Springer-Verlag. Full-text PDF is free.

free online book

@dataspora: "The Elements of Statistical Learning, the authoritative text on the subject, now free at authors' site http://bit.ly/2J8WNK (ht @johndcook)" (from http://twitter.com/dataspora/status/4847621837)

A classic "we woke up married" story, featuring Brendon and Spencer. They wake up hungover, confused, and married to one another; they have rings, a marriage certificate, and polaroids to prove it. The usual happens: they gradually adjust to being married, and slowly fall in love. It's clean, simple, short -- only two parts -- and done perfectly.

This story about friends slowly, slowly falling in love is sweet and wonderful and painful to read, in a way. I have my own reasons for this hitting me hard, but really, the way she writes them overwhelmed and sad and then, then. Lovely.

Spencer wishes he remembered the actual getting married part of marrying Brendon.

Spencer wishes he remembered the actual getting married part of marrying Brendon. *

Spencer/Brendon fic. Spencer wishes he remembered the actual getting married part of marrying Brendon.

Utterly sweet.

Woke-up-married!fic. Spencer wishes he remembered the actual getting married part of marrying Brendon.

As the title implies, it is written for those with experience in programming, ranging from those who've just taken a course to professionals in the field

A Quick, Painless Tutorial and Reference on the R Statistical Package

will send it to Chopy

"If you conduct social science research but are desperately clinging onto your SAS, SPSS or Matlab licenses; waiting for someone to convince you of R’s value, please allow me to be the first to try".

He can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening.

Spencer can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening.

[Spencer] can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening. ~8k

He can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening. ( Mild canon-fuckery. Exists in some vague present-day timeline where Spencer and Haley are a thing of the past, and for some reason everyone owns houses and lives alone.)

[Light and funny.] He can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon.

Ryan just laughs at him again. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me he didn't put out after all? You paid for his dinner and everything!" His tone is mocking, and Spencer doesn't know if Brendon can actually hear him through the phone, or if the God of Perfect Comedic Setup Lines has just chosen this moment to pay them all a visit, but deliberate or not, this is the moment that Brendon chooses to mumble groggily, "Mmm... Fuck, who is that? 'S too early," from his position on Spencer's chest, approximately an inch and a half from the phone. His voice is gravelly and sleep-rough. There is a short silence, and then, "...Spencer?" Ryan sort of yelps. "Is that—did you—is that Brendon?"

He can't fucking believe he's somehow managed to acquire a "thing" for Brendon. Worse, he can't believe he didn't notice it happening. Mild canon-fuckery. Exists in some vague present-day timeline where Spencer and Haley are a thing of the past, and for some reason everyone owns houses and lives alone. *shrug*

R言語/統計解析言語、ヒートマップ、可視化

tutorial R

heatmaps

Some days, Adam forgets it's over

set in these weeks after the finale. some days, adam forgets it's over.

Some days, Adam forgets it's over. He'll be driving to lunch, to the dry cleaner's, to the fucking dentist's office, and a vertical wave of panic will hit him all at once, from the top of his spine to the pit of his gut, so bad that he almost has to pull over. He'll check his rearview mirror for sirens, his back pocket for his wallet, his cell phone for missed calls from his parents at some imagined emergency room. His ears ring; his hands shake. He forces his jaw to unclench in stages.

Some days, Adam forgets it's over.

Terribly beautiful, in all senses. In which Adam is free, Kris is... not, and nothing is resolved, but things are better than they were. Oh, some of the description is just perfect and I am perfectly jealous...

American Idol 8, RPS, Kris/Adam. Unresolved tension over the phone remains unresolved. Unhappy, angsty fic. Good tho.

Tomorrow, he thinks, he'll vacuum. He'll take out his trash, change his sheets and stay in the bath long enough that every kink in his shoulders unfolds. He'll go to the farmer's market and get himself dinner, something he can eat with his hands. He'll donate twenty bucks from his pocket to ASPCA, and go home with a potted plant -- African violets, like Allison's mom had in her bedroom in the mansion. And when he gets home, he'll put them on the windowsill over his desk, where they'll get the best light in the afternoon. He won't give them a name, but he'll water them, and he'll talk to them, and when he lies down, he'll be able to see them and know that they're okay.

"Tell me," Adam says, "you'll have me sleep in your bed when mine's covered in clothes, and you'll talk on national television about how much you love me, and you'll call me and say that I'm the only thing in your life that makes any sense anymore, and I'm the one who just crossed the line."

library(portfolio)

I think this would be pretty easy to do with gpplot2, but Portfolio looks like its worth checking out too.

Here's a really easy way to make your own treemap in just a couple lines of code. We're looking to make something like this:

Midtown!Gabe meets baby!Beckett. Semi-canonical, in the sense that... Midtown!Gabe knew baby!Beckett, and I have no idea what the whens and whys are on that, so I just went on ahead and made it up.

Summary: "The very first thing Gabe ever says to William Beckett isn't "hello," or "pass the tequila," or even, "hey, I think I'm going to throw up." He's mid-argument, a heated argument, a very important argument about who's hotter, Willow or Tara, and his girl Tara's getting ground into the floor by that overrated harlot Willow, so he reaches out and snags a random arm from the constant flood of passers-by on their way to the stage, hauls the kid in and says, "Settle a bet."

The very first thing Gabe ever says to William Beckett isn't "hello," or "pass the tequila," or even, "hey, I think I'm going to throw up." He's mid-argument, a heated argument, a very important argument about who's hotter, Willow or Tara, and his girl Tara's getting ground into the floor by that overrated harlot Willow, so he reaches out and snags a random arm from the constant flood of passers-by on their way to the stage, hauls the kid in and says, "Settle a bet."

"Your eyes," Gabe says, immediately. "Are. Um." He's pretty sure he has a good comparison somewhere, but all he can come with at the moment are brand-name liquors, and while he feels that he and William may share a wavelength that would appreciate such a thing, he kind of doesn't want to risk it. "Um." "Good enough," William laughs. "Come here." bb!William meets Midtown!Gabe

Gabe Saporta of Midtown does a show in Chicago and meets 18-year-old William Becket. I love the Gabe pov, it's meandering and brash and funny and a little sad.

Much love for this fic. Young William meets Gabe during Midtown's tour in Chicago.

Okay so I need to stop reading these; I will get spoiled, or become overwhelmed and die. Midtown!Gabe/baby!William: flirting and cuddles and hard to get.

Midtown!Gabe meets baby!Beckett. Gabe spends the better part of a week trying and failing to seduce William (or at the very least, to get William to let Gabe call him Bill). There's hilarious, snappy banter, and real emotion here. I love the way she writes Gabe and Bill so much. A really enjoyable read. | William cannot be convinced. His cynicism is rivaled only by his profound acceptance of the world's many deep and irredeemable flaws. / Smitten may not cover it. He wants to lick William's microphone, or maybe just have heated guitar sex. Sans guitars.

Midtown!Gabe meets baby!Beckett.

There must have been some magic in that old silk hat he found.

Magical sex hat!

Ryan steals a hat from a snowman and then people start hitting on him. Correlation, causation?

Ryan steals a hat from an inflatable snowman, and suddenly everybody wants to have sex with him. Fortunately his band doesn't need a hat for that. "After a few minutes Ryan sat up, adjusted the hat on his head, and snapped a picture with his phone. He sent it to Pete with the question: does this hat make u want 2 hv sex w/me? He received a reply almost immediately: gntleman i can never have this is an unbirthday party. Ryan took that as a 'yes'. He was about to toss his phone aside when he got another text. This one was from Ashlee: 3some???1? :) :) :) Ryan sighed. His phone beeped again. It was Joe: dude. And Patrick: nice hat. And: time for a vote. sex w/ryanross y/n? –a Sometimes Ryan wondered if Andy was trying to bring about the fall of civilization via Twitter. He fell back onto the bed again, but his phone kept beeping with new messages. sweet young thang, said Travis. notmy type but hell do, said Cassadee. rawr, said Gabe. im totes not gay but id hit dat, said Cash."

ryan finds a magical sex hat

Summary: There must have been some magic in that old silk hat he found.

One-shot. Ryan steals a top hat from a snowman, and ... suddenly his bandmates are being kind of weird. Funny and ridiculous and kind of sexy. (R)

Speaking in Tongues Spock/Uhura, pre-movie. "The first time she earns one of Commander Spock's rare smiles, she knows she's chosen the right path." And sequel: The Seven Year Itch Spock/Uhura, pre-movie. Pon farr.

Rating/Classification: R, Spock/Uhura, sexual content (pon farr alert!), a few dirty words, pre-movie

Hooooooooooot. I am constantly amazed that something like Pon Farr is actually canon. A short piece that is half-porn, half-hilarious, and all great. I loved Uhura's voice in this.

Summary: It's only within the confines of the lab, or Spock's quarters, that they allow themselves to experiment, to act and react. Notes: The pon farr-focused sequel to Speaking in Tongues, full of warmth and intimacy. I fell into the story easily and felt happily satisfied by the end.

Oh, Spock, she thinks. You gorgeous, wonderful, idiotic meathead of a Vulcan.

It's only within the confines of the lab, or Spock's quarters, that they allow themselves to experiment, to act and react. Sequel to "Speaking in Tongues"

"No," she tells him again. "I am not going anywhere. You need me, and I will stay for you. For *whatever* you need."

It's only within the confines of the lab, or Spock's quarters, that they allow themselves to experiment, to act and react.

"It's only within the confines of the lab, or Spock's quarters, that they allow themselves to experiment, to act and react." Companion to "Speaking in Tongues," followed by "Reason and Rhyme."

summary: The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. "Quinto Mad Libs," Cho says. "My date was: mean adjective, meaner adjective, devastating five-syllable mean adjective."

by dorkorific (R) The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. "Quinto Mad Libs," Cho says. "My date was: mean adjective, meaner adjective, devastating five-syllable mean adjective."

highly rec'd chris pine/zaquinto fic.

The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. "Quinto Mad Libs," Cho says. "My date was: mean adjective, meaner adjective, devastating five-syllable mean adjective."

The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. / A-MA-ZING. IDEK WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS OTHER THAN AMAZING FANTASTIC GORGEOUS.

Nice Trek RPS fic with great banter

Best. RPF. Ever.

The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. / A-MA-ZING. IDEK WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS OTHER THAN AMAZING FANTASTIC GORGEOUS. the pinto banter was legit perfection. i will admit the quinto characterization was a little off for me, but the whole story itself makes up for it, completely.

The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker (17,000 words). / okay, so this one had everything from humor to smut to heartwarming romance--a must read. Plus, there's bonus Leonard Nemoy sharing a bad date story.

angel married....accidentally.  ha

Summary: Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. Word Count: 11,101 words

The one where Dean and Castiel have accidentally started a marriage/courtship ritual.

Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this.

as only afterward, when Sam was rubbing feeling back into his wrists and Dean was hanging up from his anonymous 911 call that Castiel said, "The next time you summon me by name, I expect to fuck you," like someone else might say, "The next time we throw a party, you're bringing the beer." "Really?" Sam said. "You guys can't wait until you're alone to have these little talks?"

Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. [BWEEEEE!!!]

"Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this." EEEE! ^___^ <33333 Excerpt: "It was only afterward, when Sam was rubbing feeling back into his wrists and Dean was hanging up from his anonymous 911 call that Castiel said, 'The next time you summon me by name, I expect to fuck you,' like someone else might say, 'The next time we throw a party, you're bringing the beer.' 'Really? Sam said. 'You guys can't wait until you're alone to have these little talks?'" (Marking)