"Using the most recently audited fiscal year (2010), 94 percent of every Africare dollar goes to program services in Africa. Only 4 percent of every dollar goes to administration (management, general and fund raising)."
source: www.africare.org/about-us/financial/index.php

"Africare's programs focus on four principal interrelated areas: Food Security, Water, Health, and Emergency Response. The projects formed under these key areas work hand in hand with sub-initiatives like Women's Empowerment and improved Water and Sanitation in order to achieve Africare's mission: To improve the quality of life for the people of Africa."

Africare: Improving Lives, Building Futures

Safe and sound in LA. Too darn tired to do anything except eat dinner my first night. Cute smiley waiter was cute and smiley. Tomorrow's the Fall Formal. Tonight, I sleep! At 6:30 pm. In my defense it's 9:30 back home. I'm only slightly an old fogie.

Title: Where Is Your Boy Tonight {I hope he is a gentleman}
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5152
Warnings: Fluff. Crack. Improper handling of dog food. A cockblocking puppy. My knowledge of World of Warcraft consists of what I've gleaned from a friend's crazy-eyed rants over everyone else abandoning him in League of Legends for Cataclysm.
Summary: In which Eames can't say no to a puppy, and Arthur's life is hard.
Author's Note: A ridiculous title for a ridiculous fic. Thanks, FOB. A million thanks go to my betas ceitie and kyasuriin for being their awesome selves! And I cannot thank aredblush enough for signing up for qldfloodauction and giving me the most amazing art for this ever! SERIOUSLY, IT IS WONDERFUL. All the hearts, they are in my eyes!

( you were the last good thing about this part of town )

Title: Take This Sinking Boat and Point It Home
Pairings: Eames/Arthur
Rating: PG
WC: 3682
Summary: Eames wakes up alone.
Author's Note: The title is from Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova. Thank you to ceitie and latentfunction for the beta and cheerleading! Also, currently I am incapable of writing sad endings.

( We've still got time )

Title: All The Things Familiar
Author: Evangeline
Character: Rodney McKay
Rating: G
AN: Thanks to ailurophile6 and sundancekid for looking this over. Set at the tail end of Tabula Rasa.
Spoilers: Tabula Rasa.

( + )

Title: What Frenzy Dictates
Author: Evangeline
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, Parrish/Lorne, with a side of Chuck
Rating: PG-13
WC: 1935
AN: Written for mutecornett, who made me the most adorable pixel pet known to man. *points to icon* His name is Podney and he owns my heart. I'd like to thank ceitie and scifijunkie for being fantastic betas, as always.
Summary: John snapped and took Chuck down.

( watching the fire as we grow old, well I'm sold )

Title: Cast Anchor
Author: Evangeline
Pairing: Parrish/Lorne
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler: Vague spoiler for Coup d'Etat.
AN: I swore I wouldn't write Porne until they got first names in the show, but I might as well wait until I win the lottery, if I'm going to go that route. Also, I've read so many fics with Nick Lorne and David Parrish that they've bludgeoned their way into my personal canon. Thank you to whoever birthed them. And another thank you to scifijunkie for the speedy beta. *smile*
Summary: David had always taken walks before and he wasn't going to stop as though things were different now, because nothing ever happened as far as anyone else was concerned – theirs was a secret story.


Cast Anchor

This morning, a shelving unit collapsed on me. A miniature grandfather clock knocked me on the head. Did that affect what I was doing {writing} at the time? I can't be sure. Just saying.

Title: The Ninja Logs {File #001}
Author: Evangeline
Pairing: Implied McShep
Rating: G
WC: 907
AN: Thanks to the usual suspect, ceitie, who has perfected the art of nodding and smiling in the face of my lunacy. This originally came from various conversations with my guy friends who believe ninjas can do anyone and anything. At the same time. It made me think of John. I swear it'll make sense at the end. You'll know what I mean. Ten points to anyone who can point out the Chuck Norris reference.
Summary: John's POV. The voices in my head tell me not to ask how, but to just believe.

( still, my senses tingle )

Title: Nominalism at Midnight
Author: Evangeline
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard, Parrish/Lorne, Campbell/Zelenka
Rating: NC17
WC: 9243
Spoilers: Trinity
AN: I present to you the post-Trinity fic that ate my life! This one really ran away on me. Hauling it back in was quite the task, I have to say, but one I'm glad to have accomplished. Thanks to looking4tarzan for blowing off her essays to look over this. *g* ceitie, seriously, this story would be an incoherent mess without you. Drinks at Elixir are on me, doll!
Summary: If Rodney had a handful of dirt for every light he'd blown out, he could remould a world. He'd bury himself at the core and whisper a prayer, murmur an apology.

( 12:34 to be exact )

trinityofone wrote a bunch of drabbles here! I asked for ballerina!Rodney and she delivered. *leaks with glee*

LEAFS WON 5-3 ON TUESDAY. Which inevitably led to:

Title: The Commentator
Author: Evangeline
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard, Lorne/Parrish, with Sergeant Chuck
Rating: PG 13
WC: 1486
AN: Thanks to ramen_addict for saving my bum, as usual. *g* I gave an obscure, teensy nod to skoosiepants' fic What Happens in the Clubhouse in there because that story just makes me want to pinch people's cheeks. The upper ones. Perverts.
Summary: "Zelenka's going to kill you when he finds out what you've been doing instead of work."

"Are you kidding?" Rodney slapped a stick onto the ice. "He helped design it."

( I don't dance. )