TEEVEE! Plus, odds and ends of the fics I'm hiding from you
So were you ever curious about what shows I watch that I'm not fannish about? Heh.
Annotated List of What I'll be Watching this Fall
Tuesday
*Gilmore Girls (CW 8:00) September 26 - So yeah, the Sherman-Palladinos will be gone and most likely everything is going (even more) to hell, but I've been watching this show from the beginning and I can't just *stop.* Plus, I mean, it's about pop-culture junky, New England chicks who talk too much. Sound familiar to anyone who's ever met me?
*Veronica Mars (CW 9:00) October 3 - Hello. Veronica Mars is smarter than...
*Law & Order: SVU (NBC 10:00) September 19 - I only allow myself to be addicted to one version of Law & Order and this is it. My old boss said that that was because I'm a freak and this is the one with all of the twisted shit. Humph.
Wednesday
*One Tree Hill (CW 9:00) September 27 - Yes, I watch One Tree Fucking Hill. Since the first episode. With the Mayhem and the soap operatic plot twists and the strange lack of memory for its own narrative history and more blonde girls who refuse to go gay on me. I also watched all of Dawson's Creek, thank you very much. (And My So-Called Life, and Felicity and...) And why yes, I did write a 100-page Roswell novella. Wanna make something of it?
Thursday
*Smallville (CW 8:00) September 28 - So I watched it for Jensen. And I watched it sometimes for James Marsters. And I watched it sporadically in reruns while washing the dishes, but I fear that this year is the one when I actually start watching it for reals, especially if I go back and netflix it. Because omg, it's like crack!fic and I am (unsurprisingly) gay for Chloe, and I like to ogle the Clex hoyay even if I'm not attracted to either of them.
*Supernatural (CW 9:00) September 28 - Have you been reading this journal lately?
*The OC (FOX 9:00) November 2 - Eh, can't stop now. And maybe Seth Cohen will go back to being as cute as he used to be, minus the extreme whiny-whiny. Besides, my hag Dan is totally obsessed.
*Grey's Anatomy (ABC 9:00) September 21 - Um, did you know that Dr. Burke is the REAL McDreamy? Heh. And that Roswell fic? Had Isabel (played by Katherine Heigl aka Izzie) as an intergalactic, lipstick lesbian. Yep. Also, Sandra Oh WINS.
Friday
*Battlestar Galactica (SciFi 10:00) October 6 - Because THAT SHIT IS EPIC.
And in the sake of full disclosure, I will also be watching Tivoed eps of the the Daily Show with breakfast and random episodes of All My Children and Passions while I wash the dishes.
Also, when in the hell is Scrubs starting back up?
So. Not like I have time to watch any more shows really, but I'm always clueless about what new shows are on until mid-season and half my flist is making icons and writing porn and all that crap. So what have you heard about that sounds good? For curiousity's sake.
+++++And I've seen this meme floating about where people are posting snippets of the unfinished fics that they're working on. Heh. I'll play. But I'm NOT doing the Finish-a-thon or whatever it's called because I'm afraid of commitment. Or something.
From the OC Slayerette and Buffy gen fic
Reggie wasn’t sure she liked exciting anymore. Exciting was good in theory, but when it actually meant that you were torn away from your mind-numbing, 15-year-old life in Nowheresville, Pennsylvania and dragged to England where it rained all the time and guess what? The whole world’s full of monsters and you’re stuck in a dormitory with a bunch of other girls who all seem to be much happier about this whole Slayer gig than you are, then “exciting” wasn’t exactly as cool as you’d thought.
Especially if you couldn’t even kill a robot Vampire the way you were supposed to.
When it was her turn to fight the training bot, Reggie’d panicked-just as she stabbed her stake in as hard as she could, she could swear she heard her aunt Ruth yelling “Rrrrrrregina, what do you think you’re doing?” and the next thing she knew there were sparks flying out of the damn thing and all the other girls were laughing.
She was so afraid she’d be in trouble or something but then the red-haired lady had fixed it and things went back to normal…for everyone else.
Reggie still felt out of place. Like there’d been a mistake somehow and that Xander guy had come looking for the wrong girl. Like maybe it was really Daphne or Sarah that was the one supposed to be chosen. They were both ballsier and talked tougher than Reggie.
The only thing that Reggie’d ever been good at was skating, and she was pretty sure that skateboards couldn’t kill vampires, except maybe if you broke your deck and stabbed one with it. And apparently her aim was for shit so that wasn’t going to work anyhow.
She was aimlessly throwing punches at one of the bags in the gym when the teacher-lady came up behind her and scared the bejesus out of her.
“You’ve got a lot of power in there.”
Buffy, her name was Buffy. She was blonde and pretty in a way that Reggie’d never even really thought about wanting to be, and she was the original Slayer. Which was a big deal. Apparently.
From the James Marsters/Jason Behr RPS that Kittyzams will kill me if I don't finish
“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, if I ever write an autobiography it’ll be called ‘I am Not Spike.’”
“Dude, you need to chill out-Spike’s gonna get you laid for the next decade at least.” This comment is accompanied by that corn-fed smile of Jason’s, the one that tilts the corners of his mouth skywards and, James notices lazily, brings those big ass ears of his up with it, distorting the near-blinding, pretty boy veneer. No amount of quasi-punk arm bands and bedhead can completely keep that goofiness from wafting up. James likes that.
“Oh yeah, and is Max Evans doing that for you?”
Jason just turns his irritatingly handsome mug, lifts an eyebrow and remarks with cheerful-as-fuck incredulity, “You actually watched Roswell?”
James shrugs. “Caught it a couple of times. This girl I was seeing…”
Jason and his dimples interrupt, “That’s right, you do have a habit of dating the WB demographic.”
Bits and Pieces from the Faith/Dean Fanmix Fic
Dean holds his memories of his mother close to his chest, hiding them even from Sam, though he knows that’s unfair, that the poor kid deserves something of her too. But there are just a few things that he doesn’t share with his family, a few things that are only his. Even driving the Impala still feels like a hand-me-down, because it is. And he wishes he could remember more how he’s like his Momma too, not just a desperate attempt to be a cookie-cutter, young version of John Winchester. And failing...
Being beautiful is something that comes from being loved, she thinks. It’s unconscious, something people wear without awareness of how they’re all hooked up in the people department.
And pretty is something Faith isn’t friends with. It’s one thing to lull idiot men or monsters into submission and then kick their asses like they don’t think you can. It’s another to expect your rosy cheeks and shiny hair to do all your talking for you. To not hide stakes and holy water in your back pocket and be prepared for all comers.
*****
“Hold up. Wait. She was your babysitter?”
“Well, yeah. She wasn’t at the time though. I was thirteen. She was like, seventeen maybe? Not a whole lot older, and she hadn’t watched me since I was a little kid. Anyway. . .”
Dean used his fingertip to shush her. “Yeah, slow down there, sweetheart. I need a moment here to let this soak in. You seriously fucked the babysitter? That’s like. . . that’s like every little boy’s wet dream or something. At least I think it is. Sam and I never really had babysitters, being on the road and all. But dude, if you were a guy, I’d totally slap you high five.”
“If I was a guy? Give it here, buddy.” Faith stubbed her butt out in the ashtray by the side of the bed and raised her hand palm up. Dean gave her a slow smile and complied.
“OK, so you clearly win round one, ‘cause I’m not sure I’ve got anything on that. Take a shot.” He handed her a half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey. “What about guys? Who was the first dude?”
Faith leaned in close and fluttered her eyelashes. “You,” she said, holding her straight face just long enough for Dean to blink heavily and open his mouth a few times before squeaking, “Really?” in a way that was neither dignified nor manly. Then Faith grinned widely and grabbed the neck of the whiskey bottle. “Sucker!” she exclaimed and glugged it down neat-no “ewwww” face as a chaser.
“Bitch,” Dean shot back sheepishly, but laughed.
*****
Right. So now I'm off to wash all my new dishes and squint at my screwdriver as I attempt to put together things I bought at Ikea yesterday and take comfort in the fact that on Tuesday the truck will come and deliver some furniture to this den of fangirlyness. And I'll listen to my Faith/Dean fanmix and hopefully that will inspire me to sit down and do some actual writing later on. But I might also have to go out and get drunk with gay boys. We'll see.
ETA: I'm putting up my photos on the fridge and greenapricot I'm distressed that I have no pics of YOU. Other "people" gracing my refrigerator door: My Momma, My Pops, femme!brother, various exes that I still talk to, Divine, Spike, Buffy, Xander and Willow, Dolly Parton, Amelie, a dancing old lady, various friends in varying states of silliness and/or drunkenness.
ETA some more: Just talked to kittyzams and lillianmorgan on the phone from LA. They affectionately teased me about my interwebs stalking of Jensen Ackles and for some reason I failed to point out that they are the ones who are in California for the purpose of meeting Jason Fucking Dohring and Brendan Fehr. Humph. *loves*
Annotated List of What I'll be Watching this Fall
Tuesday
*Gilmore Girls (CW 8:00) September 26 - So yeah, the Sherman-Palladinos will be gone and most likely everything is going (even more) to hell, but I've been watching this show from the beginning and I can't just *stop.* Plus, I mean, it's about pop-culture junky, New England chicks who talk too much. Sound familiar to anyone who's ever met me?
*Veronica Mars (CW 9:00) October 3 - Hello. Veronica Mars is smarter than...
*Law & Order: SVU (NBC 10:00) September 19 - I only allow myself to be addicted to one version of Law & Order and this is it. My old boss said that that was because I'm a freak and this is the one with all of the twisted shit. Humph.
Wednesday
*One Tree Hill (CW 9:00) September 27 - Yes, I watch One Tree Fucking Hill. Since the first episode. With the Mayhem and the soap operatic plot twists and the strange lack of memory for its own narrative history and more blonde girls who refuse to go gay on me. I also watched all of Dawson's Creek, thank you very much. (And My So-Called Life, and Felicity and...) And why yes, I did write a 100-page Roswell novella. Wanna make something of it?
Thursday
*Smallville (CW 8:00) September 28 - So I watched it for Jensen. And I watched it sometimes for James Marsters. And I watched it sporadically in reruns while washing the dishes, but I fear that this year is the one when I actually start watching it for reals, especially if I go back and netflix it. Because omg, it's like crack!fic and I am (unsurprisingly) gay for Chloe, and I like to ogle the Clex hoyay even if I'm not attracted to either of them.
*Supernatural (CW 9:00) September 28 - Have you been reading this journal lately?
*The OC (FOX 9:00) November 2 - Eh, can't stop now. And maybe Seth Cohen will go back to being as cute as he used to be, minus the extreme whiny-whiny. Besides, my hag Dan is totally obsessed.
*Grey's Anatomy (ABC 9:00) September 21 - Um, did you know that Dr. Burke is the REAL McDreamy? Heh. And that Roswell fic? Had Isabel (played by Katherine Heigl aka Izzie) as an intergalactic, lipstick lesbian. Yep. Also, Sandra Oh WINS.
Friday
*Battlestar Galactica (SciFi 10:00) October 6 - Because THAT SHIT IS EPIC.
And in the sake of full disclosure, I will also be watching Tivoed eps of the the Daily Show with breakfast and random episodes of All My Children and Passions while I wash the dishes.
Also, when in the hell is Scrubs starting back up?
So. Not like I have time to watch any more shows really, but I'm always clueless about what new shows are on until mid-season and half my flist is making icons and writing porn and all that crap. So what have you heard about that sounds good? For curiousity's sake.
+++++And I've seen this meme floating about where people are posting snippets of the unfinished fics that they're working on. Heh. I'll play. But I'm NOT doing the Finish-a-thon or whatever it's called because I'm afraid of commitment. Or something.
From the OC Slayerette and Buffy gen fic
Reggie wasn’t sure she liked exciting anymore. Exciting was good in theory, but when it actually meant that you were torn away from your mind-numbing, 15-year-old life in Nowheresville, Pennsylvania and dragged to England where it rained all the time and guess what? The whole world’s full of monsters and you’re stuck in a dormitory with a bunch of other girls who all seem to be much happier about this whole Slayer gig than you are, then “exciting” wasn’t exactly as cool as you’d thought.
Especially if you couldn’t even kill a robot Vampire the way you were supposed to.
When it was her turn to fight the training bot, Reggie’d panicked-just as she stabbed her stake in as hard as she could, she could swear she heard her aunt Ruth yelling “Rrrrrrregina, what do you think you’re doing?” and the next thing she knew there were sparks flying out of the damn thing and all the other girls were laughing.
She was so afraid she’d be in trouble or something but then the red-haired lady had fixed it and things went back to normal…for everyone else.
Reggie still felt out of place. Like there’d been a mistake somehow and that Xander guy had come looking for the wrong girl. Like maybe it was really Daphne or Sarah that was the one supposed to be chosen. They were both ballsier and talked tougher than Reggie.
The only thing that Reggie’d ever been good at was skating, and she was pretty sure that skateboards couldn’t kill vampires, except maybe if you broke your deck and stabbed one with it. And apparently her aim was for shit so that wasn’t going to work anyhow.
She was aimlessly throwing punches at one of the bags in the gym when the teacher-lady came up behind her and scared the bejesus out of her.
“You’ve got a lot of power in there.”
Buffy, her name was Buffy. She was blonde and pretty in a way that Reggie’d never even really thought about wanting to be, and she was the original Slayer. Which was a big deal. Apparently.
From the James Marsters/Jason Behr RPS that Kittyzams will kill me if I don't finish
“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, if I ever write an autobiography it’ll be called ‘I am Not Spike.’”
“Dude, you need to chill out-Spike’s gonna get you laid for the next decade at least.” This comment is accompanied by that corn-fed smile of Jason’s, the one that tilts the corners of his mouth skywards and, James notices lazily, brings those big ass ears of his up with it, distorting the near-blinding, pretty boy veneer. No amount of quasi-punk arm bands and bedhead can completely keep that goofiness from wafting up. James likes that.
“Oh yeah, and is Max Evans doing that for you?”
Jason just turns his irritatingly handsome mug, lifts an eyebrow and remarks with cheerful-as-fuck incredulity, “You actually watched Roswell?”
James shrugs. “Caught it a couple of times. This girl I was seeing…”
Jason and his dimples interrupt, “That’s right, you do have a habit of dating the WB demographic.”
Bits and Pieces from the Faith/Dean Fanmix Fic
Dean holds his memories of his mother close to his chest, hiding them even from Sam, though he knows that’s unfair, that the poor kid deserves something of her too. But there are just a few things that he doesn’t share with his family, a few things that are only his. Even driving the Impala still feels like a hand-me-down, because it is. And he wishes he could remember more how he’s like his Momma too, not just a desperate attempt to be a cookie-cutter, young version of John Winchester. And failing...
Being beautiful is something that comes from being loved, she thinks. It’s unconscious, something people wear without awareness of how they’re all hooked up in the people department.
And pretty is something Faith isn’t friends with. It’s one thing to lull idiot men or monsters into submission and then kick their asses like they don’t think you can. It’s another to expect your rosy cheeks and shiny hair to do all your talking for you. To not hide stakes and holy water in your back pocket and be prepared for all comers.
*****
“Hold up. Wait. She was your babysitter?”
“Well, yeah. She wasn’t at the time though. I was thirteen. She was like, seventeen maybe? Not a whole lot older, and she hadn’t watched me since I was a little kid. Anyway. . .”
Dean used his fingertip to shush her. “Yeah, slow down there, sweetheart. I need a moment here to let this soak in. You seriously fucked the babysitter? That’s like. . . that’s like every little boy’s wet dream or something. At least I think it is. Sam and I never really had babysitters, being on the road and all. But dude, if you were a guy, I’d totally slap you high five.”
“If I was a guy? Give it here, buddy.” Faith stubbed her butt out in the ashtray by the side of the bed and raised her hand palm up. Dean gave her a slow smile and complied.
“OK, so you clearly win round one, ‘cause I’m not sure I’ve got anything on that. Take a shot.” He handed her a half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey. “What about guys? Who was the first dude?”
Faith leaned in close and fluttered her eyelashes. “You,” she said, holding her straight face just long enough for Dean to blink heavily and open his mouth a few times before squeaking, “Really?” in a way that was neither dignified nor manly. Then Faith grinned widely and grabbed the neck of the whiskey bottle. “Sucker!” she exclaimed and glugged it down neat-no “ewwww” face as a chaser.
“Bitch,” Dean shot back sheepishly, but laughed.
*****
Right. So now I'm off to wash all my new dishes and squint at my screwdriver as I attempt to put together things I bought at Ikea yesterday and take comfort in the fact that on Tuesday the truck will come and deliver some furniture to this den of fangirlyness. And I'll listen to my Faith/Dean fanmix and hopefully that will inspire me to sit down and do some actual writing later on. But I might also have to go out and get drunk with gay boys. We'll see.
ETA: I'm putting up my photos on the fridge and greenapricot I'm distressed that I have no pics of YOU. Other "people" gracing my refrigerator door: My Momma, My Pops, femme!brother, various exes that I still talk to, Divine, Spike, Buffy, Xander and Willow, Dolly Parton, Amelie, a dancing old lady, various friends in varying states of silliness and/or drunkenness.
ETA some more: Just talked to kittyzams and lillianmorgan on the phone from LA. They affectionately teased me about my interwebs stalking of Jensen Ackles and for some reason I failed to point out that they are the ones who are in California for the purpose of meeting Jason Fucking Dohring and Brendan Fehr. Humph. *loves*