tell the devil I said, "hey" when you get back to where your from
I love how I can get so caught up in living day-to-day that I forget what the actual date is. Meaning I totally spaced that tomorrow is my father's birthday. *facepalm* Thankfully, he and Mom went off for a night up in Lake Placid, so I have some time to throw something together. And to clean the house. And bake a cake. And cook a roast. Because that won't go badly or anything. (I'm so much better at casseroles. Or picante chicken.)
I also seem to be dipping my toes into Dresden fandom? IDEK. *hands* I still haven't managed to finish reading the series, despite owning all the copies, but there's something about Dresden/Marcone that's drawing me like a moth to flame. Or a mobster to a wizard. I think I've read just about everything for the pairing at AO3, and I'm following the kinkmeme on Dreamwidth.
Seriously, sometimes I don't understand my mind. Spent a little over a year without a fandom (H50 was more like a brief flirtation, really), and now I'm settling myself into three of them. At least it isn't hockey?
(By which I mean I'm happy that so many people are happy about that fandom, but I personally don't like assholes, real life or fandomwise, and hockey fandom seems to be rife with it. The characters, not the fans. Or, at least, not the fans I know in the fandom. Also, I like my sports with a little more speed and gas guzzling.)
Still, I once told myself that I wasn't going to go back into a book fandom again, not after Potter. Which has worked about as well as me saying that I wasn't going into a RPF fandom again after Popslash, wherein I promptly launched myself headfirst into Bandom. Shiny Syndrome, I has it.
Also, the Ramblings. Bedtime for Rosie before I start babbling about something even less interesting than my apparent resemblance to small birds and dragons.
And because I'm currently bored, here's that meme that I'm seeing all over my friends/reading lists:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current wip.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences - and post them as they’re written.
All of which are from stories that are (at the very least) two years old. And/or are the only ones that at least seven pages long.
Taylor the Slayer meets her Watcher and Watcher’s Babysitter/Boyfriend’s friends.
"If you're trying to say I smell bad, I have to inform you that I showered this morning and I smell like fucking roses, thank you very much."
Bob rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because fucking roses smell like burnt popcorn, you freak." He pushed Frank towards the couch, where Frank skidded to a stop just before he landed on Gerard. Not that it really mattered because a second later Gerard reached up and tugged Frank down onto the couch.
"Drink your tea, Taylor," Bob ordered before he went over to the couch and extracted a swearing Frank from a giggling Gerard.
Taylor stared at her mug of tea and tried to block out the noise around her.
MCR Cult!High School AU.
"I'm not out to change anything," Bob shakes his head. "But I'm not going to be shoved around. If someone wants to fuck with me, they're going to have to fucking work for it."
Brian smiles at him. "Chicago sent us a boy with bite." He sounds utterly pleased by the idea, and Bob isn't all that surprised by the thought. If he's processing all of this correctly, the other guys may be too beaten down to actually do anything about this, no matter how much they may want to. Like Gerard said, it would be safer to conform. Mentally damaging and soul crushing, sure, but safer in the long run. Of course, Bob knows exactly where he stands with that idea, and it looks like Brian is already there waiting for him.
Bob grins back at him. "Well, if Detroit couldn't send you one."
Space Opera 2
“Was it something I said?” Cortez asks. He looks worriedly at the door. Looks like the dude just isn’t that observant. Or he’s trying to throw them off guard. Ugh, Matt really wants to not have to be the one thinking these things. He’s just the pilot; Andy and Stu are the politically minded ones. “And I should probably go after them. Bob will kill me if I lose any of you.”
“Kyle’s family was on Neramonda,” Matt explains. Matt isn’t surprised that Kyle had reacted like he had. Kyle had been six when he’d seen the worst side of the Space Pirates in the way his home had been burned to the ground. Of a fully populated planet of over six million people, only three hundred families - about two thousand people - made it out alive. The destruction of Neramonda at the hands of the Lafitte Family was twenty years old, but time couldn’t dim everything.
The experience was bound to leave some scars.
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I also seem to be dipping my toes into Dresden fandom? IDEK. *hands* I still haven't managed to finish reading the series, despite owning all the copies, but there's something about Dresden/Marcone that's drawing me like a moth to flame. Or a mobster to a wizard. I think I've read just about everything for the pairing at AO3, and I'm following the kinkmeme on Dreamwidth.
Seriously, sometimes I don't understand my mind. Spent a little over a year without a fandom (H50 was more like a brief flirtation, really), and now I'm settling myself into three of them. At least it isn't hockey?
(By which I mean I'm happy that so many people are happy about that fandom, but I personally don't like assholes, real life or fandomwise, and hockey fandom seems to be rife with it. The characters, not the fans. Or, at least, not the fans I know in the fandom. Also, I like my sports with a little more speed and gas guzzling.)
Still, I once told myself that I wasn't going to go back into a book fandom again, not after Potter. Which has worked about as well as me saying that I wasn't going into a RPF fandom again after Popslash, wherein I promptly launched myself headfirst into Bandom. Shiny Syndrome, I has it.
Also, the Ramblings. Bedtime for Rosie before I start babbling about something even less interesting than my apparent resemblance to small birds and dragons.
And because I'm currently bored, here's that meme that I'm seeing all over my friends/reading lists:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7) of your current wip.
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines/sentences - and post them as they’re written.
All of which are from stories that are (at the very least) two years old. And/or are the only ones that at least seven pages long.
Taylor the Slayer meets her Watcher and Watcher’s Babysitter/Boyfriend’s friends.
"If you're trying to say I smell bad, I have to inform you that I showered this morning and I smell like fucking roses, thank you very much."
Bob rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because fucking roses smell like burnt popcorn, you freak." He pushed Frank towards the couch, where Frank skidded to a stop just before he landed on Gerard. Not that it really mattered because a second later Gerard reached up and tugged Frank down onto the couch.
"Drink your tea, Taylor," Bob ordered before he went over to the couch and extracted a swearing Frank from a giggling Gerard.
Taylor stared at her mug of tea and tried to block out the noise around her.
MCR Cult!High School AU.
"I'm not out to change anything," Bob shakes his head. "But I'm not going to be shoved around. If someone wants to fuck with me, they're going to have to fucking work for it."
Brian smiles at him. "Chicago sent us a boy with bite." He sounds utterly pleased by the idea, and Bob isn't all that surprised by the thought. If he's processing all of this correctly, the other guys may be too beaten down to actually do anything about this, no matter how much they may want to. Like Gerard said, it would be safer to conform. Mentally damaging and soul crushing, sure, but safer in the long run. Of course, Bob knows exactly where he stands with that idea, and it looks like Brian is already there waiting for him.
Bob grins back at him. "Well, if Detroit couldn't send you one."
Space Opera 2
“Was it something I said?” Cortez asks. He looks worriedly at the door. Looks like the dude just isn’t that observant. Or he’s trying to throw them off guard. Ugh, Matt really wants to not have to be the one thinking these things. He’s just the pilot; Andy and Stu are the politically minded ones. “And I should probably go after them. Bob will kill me if I lose any of you.”
“Kyle’s family was on Neramonda,” Matt explains. Matt isn’t surprised that Kyle had reacted like he had. Kyle had been six when he’d seen the worst side of the Space Pirates in the way his home had been burned to the ground. Of a fully populated planet of over six million people, only three hundred families - about two thousand people - made it out alive. The destruction of Neramonda at the hands of the Lafitte Family was twenty years old, but time couldn’t dim everything.
The experience was bound to leave some scars.
This entry was originally posted at http://saekokato.dreamwidth.org/243416.html. Please comment at either journal.