Five requests for Five things
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perpetual_motionBefore I start, I just want to say that I'm still toiling away on the List of all my stories, alphabetical by fandom. I don't know if I'll do anything with it, but I like the idea of having it.
Now, for those memes.
1. He rocks the yellow sweater vest.
2. He doesn't smile very often, but when he does, you know it's genuine and beautiful.
3. His protective instinct and loyalty for Wolfe and Archie is wonderful. He is a man that not only loves his job, but loves the people he works with. [Take that as you will.]
4. He's short.
5. He wield's a snub-nose revolver with more flair than should be possible. And that is squee-worthy any day.
This was a hard list to compile, but I think I'll be happy with the selection for awhile.
1. West Wing-Josh/Leo-Parallels--This one's set a few months after "Noel", and Josh shows up in Leo's office looking to Leo for a little understanding about how fucked-up he is at that moment. It's from Leo's perspective, and I love it because I worked so hard on it. Most of the time when I write a bit of fic, I look at my first draft, call it good, and post it. But this fic--this fic I labored over. It's short, but I wanted it to have a real emotional wallop, and I think it holds up beautifully. I tried for realism, and I think I hit that too.
2. Crossing Jordan-Woody/Nigel-Contents Under Pressure--One issue I have with most shows involving police is that while you'll see the major explosions and cool gun battles, the day-to-day stress of being a police officer, and the effects it has on the people around you, aren't ever shown. I grew up the daughter of a narcotics cop, and there were a couple of times that my dad came home without his eyebrows, thanks to a near-miss at a meth lab. There's a terrifying aspect to being an important part of a cop's life that's incredibly hard to verbalize, and I worked hard to show that in this story. I tried to have the feeling not so much verbalized, but simmering under the edges of the story, and I hit it as close to home as I wanted to put it.
3. Keen Eddie-Monty/Eddie-Toaster of Truth--This fic is one of my all-time loves for two reasons. Firstly, I wrote it in under a day and think it came out brilliantly without needing much extra work. Secondly, there's a tone to "Keen Eddie" that's very bizarre. The humor can be incredibly dry or slapstick, and I always felt like what we saw on the surface was nothing compared to what was actually going on between everyone. One of my biggest loves was that while Monty appeared quite relaxed and pervy on the surface, there was always the feeling like he was more than that but felt no need to prove it. I loved that, but I also wondered what it would take to get him to prove it, and everything kind of spawned from there. I feel like the tone of the story captured the tone of the show, and that's the best I can possibly get when it comes to fandom.
4. NCIS-No Pairings-Four Ways Ari Did Not Die [And One Way He Did]--At the end of the second season of NCIS, they killed off a character, and by killed off I mean the finale left you hanging until literally the last second, and then there were three long months where the fans had to sit and deal with the fact that Cait had been killed in the last five seconds of the show. This also meant three long months of trying to decide what the writers were going to do with the character of Ari. This story initially started out as a small piece, the McGee angle, but then I wanted to write all the angles, and then I figured out that it'd have to be listed, and so here you have what I consider to be one of my best pieces ever. I think the emotion is crisp, the revenge is hard, and the mood for each section is perfect. It's one of the few pieces where I wouldn't change a thing.
5. Harry Potter-No Pairing-Eight Years In--If you're into HP fandom, you're going to write war-fic. If you're me, you have an evil friend [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
julianlee] who requests Draco/Neville for her birthday and then later switches to Eddie/Monty [Where "Toaster of Truth" came from]. But by the time she asked to swtich [the next day], I'd already written the beginning of "Eight Years In", and I felt like it was too promising to push aside. So I finished it, and I'm still amazed sometimes that I wrote it. I look at it, and all I see is something that has all this emotion and angst and pain, and something that seems very strong and real to me as a piece of work. I am still somewhat stunned that this particular piece, which is such a deviation from my usually happy and fun ficlets, came out of me and turned out so painfully perfect.
1. Tie him to a four-poster bed with his bow ties. Tie them all crookedly, and then use one to gag him.
2. Make him eat a plate of pasta as made by those "raw food only" people who most likely vote communist if not green party.
3. Watch him lose an arm-wrestling match with Jon Stewart.
4. Knock him unconsious, and put a Ralph Nader tattoo on his forehead.
5. Find proof of that terrible youthful indescretion where he voted stright-ticket liberal during his first election.
1. From "All the News That's Fit to Print"-Woody and Bug, in Woody's office, wherein Woody strips off his shirt and Bug reminds him about the sexual harrassment seminar while trying so hard not to look.
2. From AtNTFtP-Bug's huffiness anytime Woody mentions Nigel. Bug is obviously upset that Woody might think Nigel is better than him at something, and therefore more worthy of the corn-fed secks.
3. The ever-immortal exchange:
"Why do they call you Bug?"
"I like bugs."
Poor Woody, not sure what to make of the surly man with the butterfly wall.
4. Those moments when Bug makes Woody smile because of something he's found.
5. The shoulder-clap, which could just be corn-fed farmboy habit, or could be Woody's way of saying, "When I get you home, the secks will be hawt."
royalwhore and I first met years ago at nerd camp. A place for anyone with an IQ over 135 to come together for two weeks and be average around other nerdy people. I went for six summers, and I still consider those 18 weeks the best in my life. Those memories are amazing to go through, and I love any chance to dig around in them again.
1. My very first day of camp, as I was sitting around in the lobby getting to know people, it hit me that the reason my mother and grandmother had been so insistent on my going was because they knew I'd get to be average for two weeks. They knew that I'd get to be normal for two weeks. I remember looking at everyone around me and suddenly realizing that I was with people who knew what it was like to put up with shit because smart and junior high aren't the best combination.
2. Closing the circle is a game that is played by putting everyone in a circle. One person in the circle makes a statement such as, "I have a sister". Everyone who has a sister steps into the center of the circle and steps back out again. Another person makes another statement, and people step into the circle. As the game continues, the statements get harder and more personal [One of the scarily frequent ones was "I have been sexually assaulted"]. You can stop at any time, and you're not required to play. By the end of the night, every year, I was bawling my eyes out. It's some of the best therapy I've ever gotten. Not only did I get to admit to things I'd told very few people, but I also got to see that I wasn't alone. And I saw that even when people knew the dark parts of me, they didn't stop caring about me.
3. The first guy I loved, the "Non-Magnificent Bastard", as I refer to him now, was also a camper. I pretty much detest him now because he's become an asshole of a caliber that makes no sense in the reality where I live, but I still have warm feelings for the early part of our relationship. The first time I met him was on a set of stairs. He was the ex of a friend of mine, and when she saw me, she yelled my name. I stopped, turned to go to her, and was nearly bowled over by a very tall guy hollering my name like he'd always known me with a smile on his face that I can't describe to this day. He finished off the whole thing by pulling me into a hug right there on the landing. I'd never even seen him before that day, and that greeting-warm, open, and fun-sticks with me even after all the shit that's gone down.
4. My fifth and sixth years of camp, I roomed withroyalwhore, and I've never had more fun losing massive amounts of sleep in my life. We talked, we giggled, and we had a double-freak out when we found out that the socially awkward guy who creeped us out not only roomed right above our room, but had apparently spent some time with his ear to the floor listening to our conversation. I nearly spit toothpaste across the mirror when royalwhore filled me in that he'd told her, and we spent the rest of camp glued to the hip. It was way more fun than it should have been, given the creepy factor.
5.royalwhore and I met in my third year of camp. I was rooming with another girl, and royalwhore was in the other half of the suite with a roommate. We all got along fine, and then, halfway through camp, as our RA is telling us about church options on Sunday, royalwhore asks about the possibility of a Luthern Church. What came out of my mouth?
"I've created Lutherens!"
I promptly covered my face with my hands and prepared to be mocked or killed. By the greatest twist of fate ever,royalwhore laughed, and that cemented the friendship. We all went from getting along fine to getting along famously, and the best bathroom parties of all times commenced. [Each suite had a bathrooom with a connecting door to either room, so that you could go between both rooms if you wanted. At night, after lights out, the RAs would check under the bedroom doors for room lights but had no way of checking the bathroom light without going into the rooms. As long as the connecting doors were closed, bathroom parties [complete with plenty of Swedish Fish] were never broken up by a cranky RA.]
And there you have them.
Now, for those memes.
1. He rocks the yellow sweater vest.
2. He doesn't smile very often, but when he does, you know it's genuine and beautiful.
3. His protective instinct and loyalty for Wolfe and Archie is wonderful. He is a man that not only loves his job, but loves the people he works with. [Take that as you will.]
4. He's short.
5. He wield's a snub-nose revolver with more flair than should be possible. And that is squee-worthy any day.
This was a hard list to compile, but I think I'll be happy with the selection for awhile.
1. West Wing-Josh/Leo-Parallels--This one's set a few months after "Noel", and Josh shows up in Leo's office looking to Leo for a little understanding about how fucked-up he is at that moment. It's from Leo's perspective, and I love it because I worked so hard on it. Most of the time when I write a bit of fic, I look at my first draft, call it good, and post it. But this fic--this fic I labored over. It's short, but I wanted it to have a real emotional wallop, and I think it holds up beautifully. I tried for realism, and I think I hit that too.
2. Crossing Jordan-Woody/Nigel-Contents Under Pressure--One issue I have with most shows involving police is that while you'll see the major explosions and cool gun battles, the day-to-day stress of being a police officer, and the effects it has on the people around you, aren't ever shown. I grew up the daughter of a narcotics cop, and there were a couple of times that my dad came home without his eyebrows, thanks to a near-miss at a meth lab. There's a terrifying aspect to being an important part of a cop's life that's incredibly hard to verbalize, and I worked hard to show that in this story. I tried to have the feeling not so much verbalized, but simmering under the edges of the story, and I hit it as close to home as I wanted to put it.
3. Keen Eddie-Monty/Eddie-Toaster of Truth--This fic is one of my all-time loves for two reasons. Firstly, I wrote it in under a day and think it came out brilliantly without needing much extra work. Secondly, there's a tone to "Keen Eddie" that's very bizarre. The humor can be incredibly dry or slapstick, and I always felt like what we saw on the surface was nothing compared to what was actually going on between everyone. One of my biggest loves was that while Monty appeared quite relaxed and pervy on the surface, there was always the feeling like he was more than that but felt no need to prove it. I loved that, but I also wondered what it would take to get him to prove it, and everything kind of spawned from there. I feel like the tone of the story captured the tone of the show, and that's the best I can possibly get when it comes to fandom.
4. NCIS-No Pairings-Four Ways Ari Did Not Die [And One Way He Did]--At the end of the second season of NCIS, they killed off a character, and by killed off I mean the finale left you hanging until literally the last second, and then there were three long months where the fans had to sit and deal with the fact that Cait had been killed in the last five seconds of the show. This also meant three long months of trying to decide what the writers were going to do with the character of Ari. This story initially started out as a small piece, the McGee angle, but then I wanted to write all the angles, and then I figured out that it'd have to be listed, and so here you have what I consider to be one of my best pieces ever. I think the emotion is crisp, the revenge is hard, and the mood for each section is perfect. It's one of the few pieces where I wouldn't change a thing.
5. Harry Potter-No Pairing-Eight Years In--If you're into HP fandom, you're going to write war-fic. If you're me, you have an evil friend [
julianlee] who requests Draco/Neville for her birthday and then later switches to Eddie/Monty [Where "Toaster of Truth" came from]. But by the time she asked to swtich [the next day], I'd already written the beginning of "Eight Years In", and I felt like it was too promising to push aside. So I finished it, and I'm still amazed sometimes that I wrote it. I look at it, and all I see is something that has all this emotion and angst and pain, and something that seems very strong and real to me as a piece of work. I am still somewhat stunned that this particular piece, which is such a deviation from my usually happy and fun ficlets, came out of me and turned out so painfully perfect.1. Tie him to a four-poster bed with his bow ties. Tie them all crookedly, and then use one to gag him.
2. Make him eat a plate of pasta as made by those "raw food only" people who most likely vote communist if not green party.
3. Watch him lose an arm-wrestling match with Jon Stewart.
4. Knock him unconsious, and put a Ralph Nader tattoo on his forehead.
5. Find proof of that terrible youthful indescretion where he voted stright-ticket liberal during his first election.
1. From "All the News That's Fit to Print"-Woody and Bug, in Woody's office, wherein Woody strips off his shirt and Bug reminds him about the sexual harrassment seminar while trying so hard not to look.
2. From AtNTFtP-Bug's huffiness anytime Woody mentions Nigel. Bug is obviously upset that Woody might think Nigel is better than him at something, and therefore more worthy of the corn-fed secks.
3. The ever-immortal exchange:
"Why do they call you Bug?"
"I like bugs."
Poor Woody, not sure what to make of the surly man with the butterfly wall.
4. Those moments when Bug makes Woody smile because of something he's found.
5. The shoulder-clap, which could just be corn-fed farmboy habit, or could be Woody's way of saying, "When I get you home, the secks will be hawt."
royalwhore and I first met years ago at nerd camp. A place for anyone with an IQ over 135 to come together for two weeks and be average around other nerdy people. I went for six summers, and I still consider those 18 weeks the best in my life. Those memories are amazing to go through, and I love any chance to dig around in them again.1. My very first day of camp, as I was sitting around in the lobby getting to know people, it hit me that the reason my mother and grandmother had been so insistent on my going was because they knew I'd get to be average for two weeks. They knew that I'd get to be normal for two weeks. I remember looking at everyone around me and suddenly realizing that I was with people who knew what it was like to put up with shit because smart and junior high aren't the best combination.
2. Closing the circle is a game that is played by putting everyone in a circle. One person in the circle makes a statement such as, "I have a sister". Everyone who has a sister steps into the center of the circle and steps back out again. Another person makes another statement, and people step into the circle. As the game continues, the statements get harder and more personal [One of the scarily frequent ones was "I have been sexually assaulted"]. You can stop at any time, and you're not required to play. By the end of the night, every year, I was bawling my eyes out. It's some of the best therapy I've ever gotten. Not only did I get to admit to things I'd told very few people, but I also got to see that I wasn't alone. And I saw that even when people knew the dark parts of me, they didn't stop caring about me.
3. The first guy I loved, the "Non-Magnificent Bastard", as I refer to him now, was also a camper. I pretty much detest him now because he's become an asshole of a caliber that makes no sense in the reality where I live, but I still have warm feelings for the early part of our relationship. The first time I met him was on a set of stairs. He was the ex of a friend of mine, and when she saw me, she yelled my name. I stopped, turned to go to her, and was nearly bowled over by a very tall guy hollering my name like he'd always known me with a smile on his face that I can't describe to this day. He finished off the whole thing by pulling me into a hug right there on the landing. I'd never even seen him before that day, and that greeting-warm, open, and fun-sticks with me even after all the shit that's gone down.
4. My fifth and sixth years of camp, I roomed with
royalwhore, and I've never had more fun losing massive amounts of sleep in my life. We talked, we giggled, and we had a double-freak out when we found out that the socially awkward guy who creeped us out not only roomed right above our room, but had apparently spent some time with his ear to the floor listening to our conversation. I nearly spit toothpaste across the mirror when royalwhore filled me in that he'd told her, and we spent the rest of camp glued to the hip. It was way more fun than it should have been, given the creepy factor.5.
royalwhore and I met in my third year of camp. I was rooming with another girl, and royalwhore was in the other half of the suite with a roommate. We all got along fine, and then, halfway through camp, as our RA is telling us about church options on Sunday, royalwhore asks about the possibility of a Luthern Church. What came out of my mouth?"I've created Lutherens!"
I promptly covered my face with my hands and prepared to be mocked or killed. By the greatest twist of fate ever,
royalwhore laughed, and that cemented the friendship. We all went from getting along fine to getting along famously, and the best bathroom parties of all times commenced. [Each suite had a bathrooom with a connecting door to either room, so that you could go between both rooms if you wanted. At night, after lights out, the RAs would check under the bedroom doors for room lights but had no way of checking the bathroom light without going into the rooms. As long as the connecting doors were closed, bathroom parties [complete with plenty of Swedish Fish] were never broken up by a cranky RA.]And there you have them.
