I've been trying to figure out how to write this post since Saturday, which feels like yesterday and also like it was a year ago. Most of that "trying to figure it out" has been the familiar, comfortable avoidance of thinking about how to write this -- the meta, which is sometimes a retreat for me more than anything else -- because I wasn't ready ( Read more... )

So I was cleaning out my WiPs folder -- and in the process, thinking about trying to finish some unfinished things so that I can move on to other things without feeling horribly guilty -- and I found this ficlet I wrote like a year and a half ago and never posted. I must have had a reason for not posting it at the time, but bexless tells me it does not ( Read more... )

While I was Officially Not Stressing Out about the election, I wrote some fic. Here is a-I won't say the, because there is clearly more coming-sequel to that Frank/Brian story I wrote a while ago. While there's a fair amount of recapping in this story, I strongly suggest reading Negotiations first. Thank you to penguinkye and jjtaylor for beta, reflectedeve for conversation, fuschia ( Read more... )

This was meant to be the fourth of thirteen ficlets. Then I had some trouble with the concept of "ficlet". jjtaylor made me make it twice as long, penguinkye made me make it twice as porny, and reflectedeve refused to take my side, so you have them to thank for most of the good bits. Rather to my chagrin, I had to cut Jamia out of this universe, but it is my firm belief that ( Read more... )

The third of those thirteen ficlets. In which I draw on my not inconsiderable knowledge of Sweeney Todd to write the MOST RIDICULOUS FICLET EVER. I probably will regret this one in the morning. Thanks to penguinkye for the late-night read-through, and jjtaylor and gabby_silang for mocking me about serial killers. The Visual Encyclopedia of Serial Killers is real, but everything ( Read more... )

The second of those thirteen ficlets. I continue to write these ficlets without any semblance of logic or order. I sat down thinking I was working on an entirely different story, and wrote this instead. It's kinda porny. Thanks to k_patrick for educating me about video games and penguinkye for beta-reading, hand-holding, and some hilarious adventures with the ( Read more... )

The first of thirteen ficlets, which I am writing entirely out of order, and at a very inconsistent pace. I didn't think this was going to be the first one I finished; it wasn't the first one I started, but I'm rather in love with the concept, and could probably play in this sandbox for quite some time. Thanks to fairestcat for the original conversation and bluelittlepig ( Read more... )

Oh, holy fuck. Maybe now I can actually read my FList and, like, exist in the world, without spending every waking moment (and many sleeping) working on this story. Also, apparently it is too long for one post. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE.

Title: This Is A Love SongAuthor: Olivia Circe ( Read more... )

Title: This Is A Love SongAuthor: Olivia Circe ( Read more... )

This post is 100% meta (plus some personal freak out) about bandom, and about the nature of real person fanfiction. If that's not what you're here for, don't click the cut tag!

( We love it when they play to us, when they talk about how awesome their fans are. But they're celebrities, and we're a subculture, and the last thing in the world we want is for the subjects of our subculture to look back at us. )