Does this even count as fic, or just publicity for the Just Say No campaign?

monologue for a lunatic
gen. heroes; pg-13.
& all the usual spoilers.

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(Ganked from tju_tju_tju_tju.)

Comment and I shall:

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

Cool.
- The new House episode
- Radiohead concert! I didn't go, but a friend did, and she said it was awesome. (She was under the awning, but apparently many people were not. Sorry, huddled masses. But at least you were there.)
- The fact that at this very moment, I have the mascot of the DC*Rollergirls working on my drains. And I got to talk with him.

Not Cool.
- Earthquakes in China
- How 13's bisexuality is made into a cheap joke. I realize that in House, everything from race to weight to gender is mockable, but lately they seem to be distancing themselves from their Big Massive 13 Reveal Campaign by ignoring the Hutchinson's thing and making fun of her Tarzan streak. Newsflash, House writers: there is more to a person than their sexual identity. Learn it, or Freedom the bisexual guinea pig most of the people on my f-list will bite you.
- This. What the fuck, America? This is not Stalin's Russia.

Don't listen to what they say, kids. The really cool people DON'T VIOLATE HUMAN RIGHTS AND DRUG PEOPLE WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION. Or refuse their psychiatric meds. Or just generally fuck up as much as Homeland Security does.

1. ...This has got to be the funniest thing I've seen all week.

2. Part two of the femslash-fanmixes. (Yes, I know.)




( tie yourself to me, no one else - no, you're not rid of me )

Dear David Tennant: Why is it so hard to icon you? I mean, Eccleson's got an excuse, with the nose, but you have none besides all your pointy bits, which even added up together don't amount to much square footage. Please stop being so difficult and submit to my photoshop skills.

Preview:


( rose & martha & donna, oh my )

(Frankly, I'm amazed at myself lately. I've actually been getting stuff done.)

...Manipulation and locked-door romance, to the vague tune of .6, chain, as in "that which is locked". Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we are presenting: Claire/Elle, the majority of which was written on post-it notes, file folders and taxi cab receipts, seeing as those are the only things I seem to have a large quantity of lying around. Title from Vienna Teng's brilliant song "1 BR / 1 BA" (which this bears absolutely no resemblance to, except if the girls are the 'upstairs neighbors'). Applaud and be warned - especially for any girl-secks within as I am not that talented yet.

ETA: Fucking hell. 4038 words. For me, this is a record. No wonder it took a bleedin' month to write it.



1 br / ba
heroes; r-whateva. claire/elle.
spoilers up to 2.11 Powerless

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Yesterday I decided to clean out the attic. I'm not sure why, exactly; it seemed like a good idea at the time, but then again, these things usually do. And while I got rid of a lot of stuff, I also made a vacuum-cleaner bag explode & shower everything with mouse crap, banged my newly pierced ear on a doorframe, broke two china plates and got stuck in a bin.

And that was just the first hour.

The point of all this, though, is that afterwards I was listening to music and thinking certain... fannish thoughts... So in honor of fuck all, I started work on a bunch of DW/TW fanmixes, which seem to mostly feature obscure Torchwood-femslash pairings (read: Suzie/Gwen) and the Year That Never Was.

...I fear I may be growing certifiable.

Also, to my knowledge the "dark between the bedposts" title is originally mine, but it sounded vaguely familiar in that heard-it-in-a-dream-or-fic context, so if I've accidently ganked anything of anyone's, let me know. (Knowing my track record, it's an unhappy possibility.)




( i'm the glass you break to touch, but you never want me much )

So I as I was saying - what was it, yesterday? - I recently watched Voyage of the Damned and as some of you might know (doubt it), I wrote a little rant about it. But as I realize nobody actually reads these rants I will recap: I did not like Astrid. I think Kylie Minogue is a talentless dolled-up twit, and having her run around in a French maid costume and dominatrix boots for the majority of the episode did not endear her to me. However, I was mildly fascinated by the manner of her ressurection - not in terms of good luck Astrid but rather well, THAT was a bit stupid of him - and of course, it got me thinking about her death, and that led to the fact that in Doctor Who, there are few men looking tearful as they plummet to their deaths.

I realize that Doctor Who is a fairly progressive show, what with JACK HARKNESS Donna, Rose, Mister McGoogles and whatnot, and Torchwood oversteps 'fairly progressive' and lands somewhere in the vicinity of SHAG SHAG SHAG bit a' swearing bit a' blood SHAG. Despite this, there is a disconcerting amount of women in refrigerators (or spaceships, or what have you) in the Whoverse. I mean, unless a man - and I mean HUman, not alien equivalent - is completely useless, idiotic, or just a downright bastard, there's a pretty low chance of him getting knocked off, whereas women drop like flies. In Doctor Who, the dead women are usually used to kick the Doctor's Guilt-O-Meter to whatever the proper number is that week; in Torchwood, the deaths are plot development. Perhaps because it's in no way billed as a "family show" and thus has more deaths in general, Torchwood has a lot of these WIRs - a lot of gals stabbed, raped, strangled, shot, taken over or killed in some other interesting manner.

I'm not sure if this is a reflection on the fact that in our society, it's easier to feel outraged by the deaths of women more than men or just the fact that they scream better. In any case, I'm trying not to make assumptions. I love both shows, and the after-images of the Feminist Explosion better not block out the TV screen. I just think they deserve an... epitaph, of sorts?

(And, of course, I was bored.)


( an epitaph for 23 women dead or close to it )

Having just watched Voyage of the Damned (three cheers for SciFi-channel marathons), I find myself wondering: does anyone else think the Doctor must have really, really hated Astrid? I mean, it's either that, or he's a lot more cruel, selfish, and just plain stupid than he looks.

Me: Good job, Doctor. You've just created yet another person who can't die, ever, someone doomed to wander the universe until the end of time and beyond. (And this one doesn't even have a body - just a vague sort of conciousness that, no matter how much it sees or what it touches, will always be on the outside & alone.)

Y.A.N.A, indeed. I mean, really - how many is it up to now?

Otherwise known as "the rather odd first-person fic with the philosophical gore." Don't ask me why I decided to write GEORGE ORWELL fanfiction, of all things; I do not know myself. If I had any sort of self-control I would be working on the neverending Claire/Elle fic, or even that Brooke/Carson piece that's been floating around my subconcious forever, but NO, it had to be pyromaniacal, semi-necrophiliac fic for a non-existant fandom. Geeaah.



subtleties
the eurasian boy / various
george orwell's "a hanging"; pg-13.

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Review for Doctor Who: 4.2 The Fires of Pompeii.

( Otherwise known as: out of a forty-five minute program, there was about thirty minutes of PLOT PLOT PLOT, five minutes of HUH? and ten minutes of OTHER, which may include meaning, emotional impact, and our favorite, Things That Actually Make Sense. )

The orders of business today:

[1] Wheeeee! Journal re-vamping!
[2] Reason for journal re-vamping: day off. Reason for day off: food poisoning, or possible stomach virus. AM NOT HAPPY.

[3] DC*Rollergirls derby last night and it was fun like whoah. Didn't start out too great, though - had to walk several blocks in the cold with no jacket, with the demonchild pulling at my arm or any other appendage that got too close, and was then forced to fork over two Swiss Army thingies and a switchyknife by the door guard (all of which, for some reason, I had put in my pocket and then forgot about). The first match was kind of bleh, and I was thinking about leaving early, but I'm glad I didn't, because Round 2 was DC Demoncats against Scare Force One! Even though SF1 won something like 102 to 30 (sorry, girls, you tried!), both teams were totally kickass. Meatball, babe - you rawk.

[4] Having completed my mad DW/TW Fic-(Reading)-a-Thon, I have recs: fics that made me laugh, made me cry, made me scramble around on the floor trying to collect the little itty pieces of my heart/brain/whatever after it exploded with emotion. So, even though I know this will reach a next to nothing amount of people -

( Literature that should be mandatory for any and all fans of Torchwood, (New) Doctor Who, or even your local baseball team because these are just THAT GOOD. )

(Oh, I am so in for it. This will go down as the greatest folly of mankind.)

Nevertheless - my prompt table for heroes15. Claim: femme, as in all female characters, all the time, both non-paired and femslash/ed. Because even though they are the few and occasionally weepy, Heroes women deserve more loving, don't you agree?

01	Silence.	02	Road.	03	Computer.	04	Ink.	05	Oil.
06	Chain.	07	Language.	08	Wall.	09	Amnesia.	10	Weave.
11	Zoo.	12	Laughter.	13	Choke.	14	Jar.	15	Run.

Take me down, six underground, the ground beneath your feet - laid out low, nowhere to go, nowhere or way to meet... You gotta love the Sneaker Pimps, especially with a name like theirs.

Second of the Adam-fics. In which things actually happen, for once. Title from Bright Eyes' "No One Would Riot for Less". Got lines in here from Jeanette Winterson and Jean Rhys.

Yeah. This is trippy. This is weeeeird. This is self-righteous literary crap and I will get stoned at the public library for plagiarizing something that was obviously written by an aging hippy hooked on anesthesia-gas. In any case read at own risk.


kindness as a card game
adam (kensei) / yaeko, adam (kensei) / hiro
heroes; r-whatever. spoilers up to 2.11 Powerless

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House is BACK, baby!

...Rejoice, rejoice, and hope that Sunday's episode is better than the last one.

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Peter Pet jumping off another damn roof! Or - oh, wait, it's just vanitashaze messing around with linebreaks and halfway through saying, screw dat. I'm doing this with spacers.

So. Right. The first of the Adam!fics. [Insert something very witty here.]

Due credit owed to Jeanette Winterson, as I think I might have a line of hers in there somewhere simmyschtuff's absolutely fantastic House/Wilson fic 12, 6, 15, 3 for some formatting ideas. (And yes, the unfinished sentences are intentional.)



the road to thebes
adam (kensei) / hiro, adam (kensei) / yaeko
heroes; pg-13. spoilers up to 2.11 Powerless

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I was not that interested at first. Heroes was going to shit and SciFi was banging a lot of drums about their new miniseries, so I was like, okay, I'll check it out.

OMGflkkjasdfkjghtnvljksdflkSQUEEE.

Tin Man has got to be the best thing since peanut butter. I mean, Alan Cumming! Snark! Mysticism! Flying tit monkeys! And even though Zooey Deschenael has all the acting skills of white bread (more on this later), los dos compadres Glitch and Cain give it all back. Maybe this is reason they are the flagship pairing of the fandom. Or maybe it's because, you know, they are just made of awesome.

And so, lo! In their honor, there be light fic.



i could tell you why (the ocean is near the shore)
written for the sekrit cabal ficlet battle
tin man; pg-13. glitch / cain

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So, after about a year six months of being AWOL on this account, I'm back and writing fic. Not at the pace I was before, because (surprise) I have a life. Apparently. Not entirely sure when I got one, or how, but I'm told they tend to creep up on you.

Basically, it's going to be seprate pieces, different fandoms, sporatic at best. Probably featuring a lot of stuff from Heroes (because as bad as it's looking right now, it was my first fandom and the love is not dead yet), some from Tin Man, maybe some House or, you know, whatever. There were probably be a lot of Adam Monroe, as well. I do not like his character, but for some reason my subconcious has decided that it's going to write the ultimate Adam fic and has ended up with ten thousand branches of the same tree.

Yeah. Not sure what's going on with that.

Will I be finishing Stars Shine Brightest? I don't know. My experience with ongoing projects has been spotty at best, and I kind of lost steam with that one pretty quickly. I might pick it back up, later on, but if this ever happens it would be a serial and not an in-progress work. I really don't like to dissapoint people, and I'm very sorry for anyone who's been missing it, and that I didn't give notice of stopping it. You all get virtual cookies. And sorry sundaes. Complete with whipped cream and a very regretful cherry on top.

ETA: While cleaning up my journal, I discovered that I had, in fact, nothing to say here. So in an effort to appear educated and interesting, I will now share a passage from Sexing the Cherry, by God Jeanette Winterson, whose title refers to the art of grafting (hacking limbs of certain trees and forcing them to grow onto other trees, resulting in a new strain) rather than, as one would imagine, the act of making love to a piece of fruit.

"Time has no meaning, space and place have no meaning, on this journey. All times can be inhabited, all places visited. In a single day the mind can make a millpond of the oceans. Some people who have never crossed the land they were born on have travelled all over the world. The journey is not linear, it is always back and forth, denying the calendar, the wrinkles and lines of the body. The self is not contained in any moment or any place, but it is only in the intersection of the moment and place that the self might, for a moment, be seen vanishing through a door, which dissapears at once."

Now back to your scheduled programming...



stars shine brightest - part three
mohinder / sylar, molly. heroes; pg.
spoilers up to 1.23 How To Stop An Exploding Man

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