Will Remind You
I think it's time for an LJ reboot, Lord help me. I've had this layout for a good four years, and I'm itching for something new. I'd also like to finally revise/clean up/finish the master fic list entry, because it's horrid as is. I need to re-organize my flist filters, de-friend coms and newsletters I don't follow anymore--essentially I need to fix how SPN-orientated everything is. And if I'm feeling terribly ambitious, I should like to fix my tags and re-tag old entries, although I remember what a pain in the ass that was last time and am not thrilled to repeat the experience.
In sort of the same vein, I have a question for you, oh wise flist: do you have backups for your journals? And not just mirrors on Dreamwidth etc, but something that copies all LJ content (comments included)? I seem to remember something like this being talked about when everyone was afraid that LJ would shut us down permanently, but can't track anything down. The more I think about it, the more I want to do it, just in case, you know, LJ shuts us down permanently.
FOR YOUR TIME: Choose a fandom!
TRON: Legacy
Sam/Alan - If Alan noticed the chip on the necklace around Sam's neck (neither of which were there the day before), he didn't say anything. Sam figured Alan just trusted him enough to tell him when the time was right--a thought that almost made Sam nauseous, because when would there ever be a right time to tell him that Kevin really was dead, after all?
Quorra - Disks didn't transfer into the User world--she knew that. But Quorra couldn't help but wonder if she was missing something now, if she was somehow no longer the miracle that Flynn gave up so much to protect, right until the very end.
She wonders now if she and Sam really can change the world, if she can be so involved in an equation not of her own making. She wonders what Sam--what Flynn--would think of her now, for having such thoughts.
Percy Jackson
Percy/Nico/Annabeth - The Mist protects them from awkward questions when they have to draw swords and daggers in public and wear armor like most people wear jeans and t-shirts and other everyday clothes; it has kept them out of jail more times than they can count. It protects them from a certain otherness, and thus ensures them some small sense of normalcy. But it cannot hide the way they look at each other, and it cannot mask the tone with which they talk about each other--how they are the be-all and end-all of each other's existences--and so it cannot protect them from questions and slights of a completely different kind.
Supernatural
Sam/Dean - There is more than blood between them that cannot be washed away, a void darker than the deepest pit of Hell that cannot begin to be breached, but as the road falls away beneath them and the miles become days become weeks, their lives take on a familiar shape around them, and the space between them starts to shrink, imperceptibly.
Narnia
Edmund/Lucy - Edmund is sitting on the steps when she gets home, tie loosened and a bottle held tightly in his fingers. She moves to stand in front of him, silently.
"Do you remember?" is all he asks her, no preamble, and she shuts her eyes against the pain in his voice.
"Yes," she tells him, as she removes the bottle from his fingers with one hand, the other wiping away the tears now rolling down his cheek.
Peter/Edmund - Peter parries yet another of Edmund's attacks and can't help but let out a small laugh at Edmund's growl of frustration. Peter knows that Edmund is the better fighter (although only slightly, and he'll never admit it out loud, and there are times when he wonders if Edmund even realizes it) so he enjoys winning while he can.
When their spar is over and Edmund has won, they rest. Peter watches his brother remove his armor, glinting brightly in the Narnian sun, and he smiles, happy.
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Umm, sorry for the angst? Whatever, who am I kidding, I love the fucking angst.
This wasn't an excuse to write something without worrying about writing an actual fic, no, of course not.
Oh, and happy summer! for you Northern hemisphere folks.
In sort of the same vein, I have a question for you, oh wise flist: do you have backups for your journals? And not just mirrors on Dreamwidth etc, but something that copies all LJ content (comments included)? I seem to remember something like this being talked about when everyone was afraid that LJ would shut us down permanently, but can't track anything down. The more I think about it, the more I want to do it, just in case, you know, LJ shuts us down permanently.
FOR YOUR TIME: Choose a fandom!
TRON: Legacy
Sam/Alan - If Alan noticed the chip on the necklace around Sam's neck (neither of which were there the day before), he didn't say anything. Sam figured Alan just trusted him enough to tell him when the time was right--a thought that almost made Sam nauseous, because when would there ever be a right time to tell him that Kevin really was dead, after all?
Quorra - Disks didn't transfer into the User world--she knew that. But Quorra couldn't help but wonder if she was missing something now, if she was somehow no longer the miracle that Flynn gave up so much to protect, right until the very end.
She wonders now if she and Sam really can change the world, if she can be so involved in an equation not of her own making. She wonders what Sam--what Flynn--would think of her now, for having such thoughts.
Percy Jackson
Percy/Nico/Annabeth - The Mist protects them from awkward questions when they have to draw swords and daggers in public and wear armor like most people wear jeans and t-shirts and other everyday clothes; it has kept them out of jail more times than they can count. It protects them from a certain otherness, and thus ensures them some small sense of normalcy. But it cannot hide the way they look at each other, and it cannot mask the tone with which they talk about each other--how they are the be-all and end-all of each other's existences--and so it cannot protect them from questions and slights of a completely different kind.
Supernatural
Sam/Dean - There is more than blood between them that cannot be washed away, a void darker than the deepest pit of Hell that cannot begin to be breached, but as the road falls away beneath them and the miles become days become weeks, their lives take on a familiar shape around them, and the space between them starts to shrink, imperceptibly.
Narnia
Edmund/Lucy - Edmund is sitting on the steps when she gets home, tie loosened and a bottle held tightly in his fingers. She moves to stand in front of him, silently.
"Do you remember?" is all he asks her, no preamble, and she shuts her eyes against the pain in his voice.
"Yes," she tells him, as she removes the bottle from his fingers with one hand, the other wiping away the tears now rolling down his cheek.
Peter/Edmund - Peter parries yet another of Edmund's attacks and can't help but let out a small laugh at Edmund's growl of frustration. Peter knows that Edmund is the better fighter (although only slightly, and he'll never admit it out loud, and there are times when he wonders if Edmund even realizes it) so he enjoys winning while he can.
When their spar is over and Edmund has won, they rest. Peter watches his brother remove his armor, glinting brightly in the Narnian sun, and he smiles, happy.
__________
Umm, sorry for the angst? Whatever, who am I kidding, I love the fucking angst.
This wasn't an excuse to write something without worrying about writing an actual fic, no, of course not.
Oh, and happy summer! for you Northern hemisphere folks.