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In doing research for my last post, I had to look for some pictures of Ed Westwick. Yes, he is one of my fave cuties and I had waaaaay more pictures of Gordon Brown than of him. Well then.
( Bringing the crazytrain into the station. )
Man, I need to figure out how to actually write it so that people can actually bang. This was supposed to be porn. It really really was.
WHATEVER. My neck hurts and currently, I am grumpy. Possibly because midway through writing this, I started reading The Men Who Make Battlestar Galatica Feminist and to my rage, it was not Ron Moore saying sorry for being a freak; rather, it was a weird apologia for the show based on the fact that dudes and ladies suffer equally on the show, and in some weird calculus, this makes the show feminist. I am pretty sure we are not using the same meanings for the same terms here! WHATEVER. You can tell when I got impatient with this story, right?
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This morning I got three emails:
5:46 am: "Offices will delay opening until 10:00 am."
7:27 am: "Offices will delay opening until 12:00 noon today"
10:20 am "Offices will not open today."
FUCK YEAH.
It's pretty windy out, so I can't say I mind. I'll be staying in and writing. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) faded_lilac is going to hunt me down and kill me, despite the snow, but here, a document with the working, but not true, title "roman britain with BAAAABIES." Featuring Edgar and Imogen being adorable children, and Paulina being emo, but not as emo as she is in canon. What timeline? What events, period? I don't know, I am posting anyway.
Cymbeline/King Lear/A Winter's Tale crossover, Gloucester/ladies he does not respect, Paulina/Kent/Claudio. This is the least subtle story ever. Also, like all other stories in the Hamlet of DOOOM, it probably inadvertently glorifies mental illness.
( I been stood up, I been shook down )
Maybe I will next post the Henry IV genderswap where Harriet Spar and Hal Lancaster work at a law firm together and it is basically an excuse for slut-ridden porn? Maybe I will do that. Or finish this beyond just like random threeway porn? PERHAPS.
Or, and I know I am not supposed to talk about hockey, but still, randomly speculate about the trade deadline? The Trade Bait: 30 players that could stay or go at the deadline Some fandoms have subtext and online episodes. We have the insanity of UFA and NTC and oh man, it's so awesome. It's like hockey Christmas!
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So, it was a close tie for first finished story of the year. Genderswap Christmas-themed fic won, and quite narrowly, over Star Trek RPF bromance over Fiestaware. If it helps at all, sometimes I am ashamed to know me too.
High School Musical
Post-movie, Troy magically turns into a girl. Luckily, when he comes home for Christmas, Chad is there. They proceed to have sex. It is exactly as ridiculous as it sounds. As I told faded_lilac on Facebook, "THIS IS A HUGELY SERIOUS ENDEAVOR." It originated as a silly post on her journal, and now it is a silly post on my journal.
( It almost crosses the line with the whole gay thing: We Just Keep On Getting Better Remix )
Oh, and the first part of the title is a quote from Brody Jenner. Really. This is why I need supervised activities!
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I promised faded_lilac that I would post a Bloomsbury Group fic-bit that I wrote in class yesterday. Well, I promised her that when "yesterday" was still today, before I got distracted by writing 1400 words of commentfic for her, about how Maurice is astoundingly unaware, and Alec Scudder is fundamentally, the best person ever, even if he can't spell.
Bloomsbury Group! Screamingly hilarious at the best of times; rather mean to Leonard Woolf the rest of the time. In my Philosophy course, we're doing classical aesthetics right now, and read Clive Bell for yesterday. Now, okay, based on a few days of preparation, and an hour and a half of discussion, no one is going to come up with thrilling objections to serious foundational works, admittedly one to which marginal notes like "suck it" and "you were mean to Leonard Woolf! screw you" are appended, yet they try anyway. Perhaps one day, I will feel mean-spirited enough to talk about that. The point of this was to say; I can pretty much be excused for not paying terrific attention. Hence!
( The Accidental Artist! A Thrilling Mystery! )
It's pretty profound. But not nearly as cool at this! I know that not everyone is completely lackluster in their studies, and so in class, they do things like pay attention, and follow what the professor is actually talking about. I was peering through the back matter in one of the new Penguin editions, and behold!
"Before 1946... 'Classics' are mainly the domain of academics and students, without readable editions for everyone else. This all changes when a little-known classicist, E.V. Rieu, presents Penguin founder Allen Lane with the translation of Homer's Odyssey that he has been working on and reading to his wife Nelly in his spare time"
And blah blah blah, Penguin editions are great, this continues for a long time, people who read this are probably better served by putting down the actual book if they're not going to read, we're looking at you.
STILL! That is completely adorable. Completely. Like, okay, there is the upsetting fact that this was all done so distract the children from the fact that bombs were falling on London, and every aspect of daily life was frankly, pretty terrible, but ohmygosh, Emile and Nelly! Adorable.
( western islands have I been )
Um. That was actually really depressing. I no longer want to go talk about how we're going to go back in time, and stop dudes from emigrating to Australia. At least it's sunny there! Colonialism: a good idea, if only for the tanning opportunities!
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oodles_of_charm and I have decided to write down all of the atrocities against taste which we commit. Watch this space for poorly-drawn caricatures and smutty poetry!
...or Hermione/Grawp. I AM NOT SORRY. Features a Swiss horn, plenty of suggestive material, and quite obviously produced in thirty minutes, around two this morning.
( Do It With Thy Might )
Title is Ecclesiastes 11:10, proving that I can use a classy title for my crude oral sex jokes, just like reputable authors of decent stories. Idea is from a mutual friend who shall not be named, as she initially read this story summary on FanFiction.Net. (We don't like to talk about it.) I AM STILL NOT SORRY.
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I suffered through a most agonizing conversation with my lab partner today. This young woman has previously discussed why politics are boring (the politicians aren't compelling people) why exams are hard (you have to read things on them!) and why she's so lucky to have ten siblings (in-fucking-deed.) I don't know how this happened, but for a whole hour I was trapped, listening to her on several topics; I had a appointment for some voluntary tooth-pulling that I missed, damn. I got to hear all about how it's important to only support the romances that the authors intend, and how Nostradamus is totally right. Also in this very special conversation was the idea that I should get married while still in college presented, nay, encouraged.
Let's talk more about how I really don't like a number of things!
One of my classes this term is devilishly difficult, and involves tremendous thought application. Luckily, it's taught by a charming professor, and has the complete cast of fluff-heads I have come to know so well in my time here. (Yes, those transfer applications are coming along lovely, thank you.) Which means I get a full complement of evil glares every-single-damn-time I open my mouth. Because, good Heavens, actually engaging in the class might mean that the material is vaguely useful!
I grr. Luckily, the demographic situation is much the same in my other class, but since we're covering an area I know very well indeed, I am snickering away, and composing suitably sarcastic and nasty replies to any future discussion. Not that I would say them, but I will be thinking them. REALLY LOUDLY.
Now is obviously the time to discuss my problems, but I'll offer up some Cute Canadian RPF as a reward for getting through the first paragraphs of this entry. As part of my fiendish plan to get everyone else to ship Ellen Page and Sidney Crosby. Even though I am making it all up, aren't they adorable?
( Saturday Afternoon Free Skate )
ps please, no one actually speak to me tomorrow.
pps alternatively, make these free, and delivered to me. I am thinking about getting the Eastern Conference set, so when I am stuck by insomnia, I can look at my fave team logos. Weirdly, Pottery Barn only offers these in a Twin XL size; do they think that women at college don't like tacky merchandise or something?
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So, I think we've previously established that Gabe Saporta is awesome. (For those of you who haven't been listening, or need a recap: Gabe = Awesome.)
This only reaffirms my view. I love being right, yes.
What would you like to do with a guy that you never have?
Um, go on a romantic hot air balloon ride?
YES. I would like to do that with a guy too, but hopefully Gabe and I can find different guys, because I'm pretty sure that hot air balloons are pretty small, and Gabe could probably take me. (polaris_starz, I am waiting for you to make the Shakespeare reference. For everyone who doesn't know what we're talking about, Shakespeare Balloon Polls! In conclusion, roz_mcclure is terribly clever.)
But, wait, it gets better!
That sounds like a challenge. Do you want to throw down?
Yeah -- let's see how many more boys we can kiss at the same time. For me, I was just thinking about that, actually. Our record just came out, and I wanted to feel what everyone was thinking about it, so I spent like two hours last night just reading comments and looking at blogs. I saw all these video collages that kids made of those pictures! And they'd make up love stories. And I was like, Wow, this is awesome. I was thinking about how when I was younger -- I totally remember this -- I was maybe 11, and Nirvana played on Saturday Night Live, and Kurt Cobain kissed Krist Novoselic on the lips. On national TV! And I was like, That's fucking awesome! I remember thinking how revolutionary that was, what a statement that was, and especially at that time. I think it's awesome to encourage people not to be homophobic. That's my motivation, to really make it seem like it's not a big deal.
YAY! I love this subversion of heteronormativity in popular music. Well, okay, I love it period, but especially when it is exciting fun times. LIKE THIS. In fandom, we've gone over this, um, frequently, but the idea that it's not actually the end of the world to say that there's something out there beyond a 1950s style heterosexuality, and that not only might you feel like that, but that other, highly visible, people do. That's still a cool message.
That was my sincerity for the day. I'd like to point something out, though. Doesn't the above read like it could have been spoken by Gerard Way? Yeah, it does. I can see you nodding your heads. There's the "seriously, guys" tone, and the little detour into encouragement and helping out the young people in their creative endeavors, the personal anecdotes, and finally the slightly creepy. Or, wait, no, the best part is how it's okay! Really!
I am currently listening to "The World Has Its Shine (And I Would Drop It On A Dime)" and "The Sharpest Lives," and I've decided that Gabe and Gerard hang out together sometimes. (notthegnomes and molotov_bitch are so sorry they ever chatficced with me, right now.)
Hence.
( More Than You Could Ever Know )
Okay, so there's some meta on this topic, and who means what they say, and well, hell, my hands are tired, but I feel like I should continue talking about words. And by "I," I actually mean "Christopher Gutierrez" and no, "words" do not just mean "Pete Wentz." Words, anyway. AND I (ACTUALLY ME) LAUGH AND LAUGH.
Ooh, and now that I've chattered about it. Viva La Cobra! While I am being a wretch, I might as well do it all the way.
Coming up next: faded_lilac, you are going to be so sorry that you ever asked about Panic! At The Disco or Fall Out Boy.
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Okay, so in the last two days, I've gotten into as many conversations about the FBR crowd getting reversed. Now, okay, I appreciate that the whole world might not love AU's as much as I do, but there are interesting ramifications for this beyond "ooh, shiny new professions!"
I choose to believe that it isn't something about me that prompts people to talk about AU's like this, because that's sort of terrifying. I'm going hunting for a deeper reason. This post is for molotov_bitch because she makes me think about these things. Also, I am sorry for flaking out on her, on the phone today. notthegnomes also put up with long lags in chat, so I could write this, even if she didn't know it. Wow, I am an annoying friend, but this is completely their fault. Well, except for the bad parts. Those are mine.
( Thinking, with no pictures at all. )
Final, unrelated thought: The Academy Is...'s Neighbors (erk, awkward possessive) is completely the most romantic song ever, says my drunk brain, at three in the morning. I want...something based around this. Ooh, I know! Tom Conrad and William Beckett, and oh, hotasses.
better post later.
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Yesterday evening, I saw Richard III. Now, I took six pages of notes on it, and usually I only get past one or two. Because, you know, the play tends to distract me.
( pretty dull performance notes, and an exciting anecdote. )
So. I will be gone for the next two weeks, and am absently plotting long and involved AU's, so I can write them out longhand, and not completely lose it. The first part of this is only interesting to notthegnomes (still sorry for falling asleep on you!) and molotov_bitch (sorry for spamming you!) the second equally horrifying to you all.
( Bandom, as usual. Plus Shakespeare! )
One day my posts will stop being "books! porn! genderswap! me!" but, not like, anytime soon.
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I want all the Teal'c fic in the world, after that, because, fifty years! Side-splittingly hilarious things, heartbreaking things and just, so many things must have happened, and he can't say any of it. It would be angst, but I think Teal'c is too cool for angst school, so he'd just reflect. (and laugh a lot, whenever Daniel and Vala totally failed to get together, or when Mitchell lost at stick-fighting, or when Sam's eyes lit up when they passed a music store. well, okay, that last one might be a little sad.)
I got bitten by a plotbug, whoops. Also, ha, I am cute when I thought that this would be funny.
For saramir
Precious Are They
Teal’c remembers. “Unending” tag.
( it can’t stop our wonder )
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Promise
RPF: The Academy Is... by lovelypoet
So, in that AP article, you say, several things seemed very...rotten in the state of TAI. And you would be right, and those things are beautifully articulated here. Something I failed to articulate in my original thoughts about this; the morning after is going to the rift, and the salvation for all of this, and how those two plot threads parallel each other. The morning after for the band, where they realize that, hello, you've smashed your band into lots of tiny pieces. Equally, the morning after for Siska and Butcher, because this is a 'moment they fell in love' fic, where they actually make out. I am filled with rare pair yearning, okay? And finally, there really isn't enough TAI fic. I surmise that's because it's really difficult to write about a band that basically splits itself in two (like an amoeba!) and seems so toxic (like a very toxic bacterium!) I promise I'll stop with the bad organic similes soon, really.
As for that last point (well, not the similes) I decided to brush off a little fic. It borders on the absurd, how much writing I have done lately. It's for lovelypoet despite how creepy that may seem, because the story recced above finally got me to finish this.
( Fragmentary. TAI acts like an unhappy family. )
Which, okay, I was going to write the funny custody battle that ensues, but I listened to rather too much KMFDM and Joy Division while writing this.
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I have possibly spent more time than I would really like to admit inventing a sex life for Tom Conrad. Or, okay, a really exciting one! Such is the story of fandom, folks.
Now, without further ado, I present something that has nothing to do with the above.
( The alt-country AU, or, The Wide World of Caroline. With Ryan Ross, Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Andy Mrotek/Andy Hurley. )
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No, not having seen the canon will not stop me! (Um. I mean to say, yay, new fandom.)
( Mini-fic, and a picture )
45 minutes of crack, yay. I may have to expand this, so it does not suck, in the future. Also, I will be bummed if this is the only TW genderswap out there. Because I need a Brillo pad, or something hot, to scrub my brain out.
OKAY, END BRAIN-POLLUTING TRANSMISSION. SO VERY SORRY. I DID NOT MEAN TO WRITE 2,242 (PALINDROME KINDA) WORDS OF BAD GENDERSWAP. I am celebrating a no!homework!evening! and also being a second-semester senior, but still. SORRY.
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Notes &c to my Yuletide fic; That Unequal'd Fire and Rapture
Yes, of course you can read it that way, but I thought I would add some little annotations to it.
( Read further... )
That took a loooong time. But FUN!
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So, in my brain, or what passes for it, I’ve been having a trip.
( It involves soccer and terrible ideas. )
Perhaps it is time to go get drunk and feel the misery of England losing. WOE.
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So, the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) prime_not_prime ficathon is over. And I wrote a fic for it!
For jenna_corinth Hope you like it! It was a really fun idea.
Snark, Gossip and Office Supplies
Sheppard and McKay snark, run, and find new stuff. Cool!
Slight spoilers for "Rising" and "Underground"
( !!! )
Annnd the pacing is a bit odd, but yay, I like the plot. I'm not, you know, in love with my own writing.
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Deep Space Nine fic. For how I love Sisko. At least, in the early episodes. When the god-complex really shows up, so not with the Sisko-love anymore.
For nenya_kanadka
( This is Sisko’s martyr complex. This is an overusage of pronouns. )
And... the pacing needs some work.
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So! I present a fic, for the lovely adonya You're a cool gal, and I'm sorry there's Sirius, not Remus here. Also, as I was writing this, it went all Good Omens-shaped. I'm not sorry about that, as I can't write HP fic at all.
Good Omens is a product of the Gai-chett. (Gaiman and Pratchett) Harry Potter is JKR's. This is the holder of a wonderful G rating. You can read it aloud to whatever small children happen to be around, this Christmas/Hanukah/whatever else you celebrate.
( Blessed )
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Ah, just finished "Going Postal." MY JOY IS...EXUDING...LIKE A THING THAT EXUDES!
( In which I prevent things from getting Prachetted. )
Practchetted, or Jossed. Here, I am repairing damage on the canon. It was quite sad, the Sacharissa/William, in GP. Because we all know, duh, Sacharissa/Adora.
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Crap, half of my letters aren't working properly. Toil better, keyboard!
The fic. Meta-fic, master list here
Achilles, Brad Pitt. Turned out differently than intended, and going to be revised, probably. But pretty good.
PG, gen.
( Sand is everywhere, even when you're lucid )
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