Another edifying post from your friendly neighbourhood twin
SO I finished my second yuletide story and I'm slightly prouder of it. All posted and everything.
I spent the rest of the day waiting for amazon to send me my presents and catching up on Dr McNinja and making a peach pie and watching Good Burger with a childhood friend and that brings me neatly around to my point:
I just realised Ed is Parker and Hardison's timetravelling child.
Look!
He's just about to jump out a window! He enjoys shimmy-ing up things and being secretly smarter then everyone else and freaking out the normals without noticing!
Aren't you glad I'm on your friends list?
Jeeves & Wooster/Lord Peter Wimsey
Aside from being a near seamless integration of the two worlds and genres, this is a heart-breaking look at the psychology of the individual and an answer to a question only a very small but perspicacious segment of Wodehouse fandom are willing to ask: what did Bertie do in the Great War?
The second bird was not overly tall, with hair the colour of corn silk, arrayed in the outer crust of a gentleman in a style Jeeves could not but approve. It was the monocle screwed into his left eye that fired the old brain cells, however. "Flim! Flim Wimsey! I say, it's been a few years, what?"
He looked startled for a moment and let the monocle drop from his eye. "Captain Wooster."
Black Books
Bernard buys a carpet, with plenty of drunken yelling. This is, strictly speaking, RPF. A personal, private kind of RPF, written specifically for the author's friend, but not knowing that friend does not diminish the reader's enjoyment at all.
"I'll have you know that my life-mission is to complete a translation of Remembrance of Things Past from the original French into Esperanto," Bernard said, raising his head enough to bat away at the empty tin.
The Office US
It's a big jossed AU of Pam and Michael's paper company and I love it so much more then the way the actual show went. SO MUCH MICHAEL.
`What are we doing?´ Michael screams.
`I don't know!´ Pam shouts right back it him.
Now the barista is definitely looking at them suspiciously.
Supernatural
This is another ridiculously brilliant story from the ridiculously talented (and batshit crazy in the best possible way) SPN fandom. It's a day in the life of Bobby, a look at his many and varied talents, with a pile of awesome crossovers (including Good Omens!) to boot.
"Listen, son. I know you're under the gun, but first of all, you'll get your ifrit-banishing instructions a hell of a lot faster if you'd just shut up and let me work. Second, I don't care how stupid you thought eighth-grade grammar was--it's not stupid when how I read a verb stem means the difference between you getting that thing back in its goddamn bottle where it belongs and it using your spine to open you up like a box of crackers. So, you going to be quiet now? Good."
I already miss Jo and Ellen, but do you know who I've missed for longer? Ash. He was hilarious and classy and brilliant and mulleted and so destined to die. This is an old, adorable sweetheart of a fic that I want to hug.
Before we go any further, Ash would like you all to know that he is a complete and total sex god.
Supernatural/Top Gear
It's not a proper crossover where the characters interact in a story like setting, so much as a missing episode of Top Gear where they test out the ghostbusting qualities of the cars from Supernatural. Which, as funmonkey points out, are practically characters anyway. IT IS THE SWEETEST MADNESS.
The three of them, at a back-roads, hillbilly scrap-yard, cursorily examined the cars on offer. May’s disembodied voice started expositioning over the top of the soundtrack from some months in the future.
The truth is that the BBC didn’t even know we were here. The last time we saw Andy, our producer, he was facing the wall with his fingers in his ears and singing while we pilfered the necessary sound equipment.
Deadpool/Marvel RPS
While we're in the neighbourhood of insane collisions of reality and fiction, this snippet of psychosis: Deadpool sexes up his writer. Deadpool's already known not so much for breaking down the fourth wall as for throwing bricks into the audience, so really, this was the next logical step. (Shyeah, logic.)
"Yeah, a complaint! You never let me get laid. How come you people never get me laid? Ever since Deadpool & Cable started. The UST with him was nice and all, but I want more action. Kay?" He pulls off Fabian's boxers and throws them over his shoulder. Fabian feels utterly naked and exposed and insane.
Man from UNCLE
I watched this show, along with Monkey Magic and Dr Who, when I was very very young, before slash had occurred to me. I usually avoid it, for the sake of preserving some semblance of an untarnished childhood memory (I never believed in Santa). This story, however, does it so naturally and carefully and wonderfully I find myself utterly untarnished.
It occurred to Illya, hanging by his ankles, swaddled in chains above a pit of - he could barely believe it - crocodiles, that there was something wrong with his life.
How I met Your Mother/Black Books/BtVS/Calvin and Hobbes/The Office/Heroes/The Beatles RPS/30 Rock/Dr Who/Grey's Anatomy/Bones
Not all at once, obviously, the fic would explode under the weight of its own WIN. But a series of randomly generated pairings and partnerships in teeny tiny ficlets of delight.
"May I offer you a glass of beet juice?" Dwight asked faintly.
Faith stopped for a moment, one boot half-zipped. "What?"
I spent the rest of the day waiting for amazon to send me my presents and catching up on Dr McNinja and making a peach pie and watching Good Burger with a childhood friend and that brings me neatly around to my point:
I just realised Ed is Parker and Hardison's timetravelling child.
Look!
He's just about to jump out a window! He enjoys shimmy-ing up things and being secretly smarter then everyone else and freaking out the normals without noticing!
Aren't you glad I'm on your friends list?
Jeeves & Wooster/Lord Peter Wimsey
Aside from being a near seamless integration of the two worlds and genres, this is a heart-breaking look at the psychology of the individual and an answer to a question only a very small but perspicacious segment of Wodehouse fandom are willing to ask: what did Bertie do in the Great War?
The second bird was not overly tall, with hair the colour of corn silk, arrayed in the outer crust of a gentleman in a style Jeeves could not but approve. It was the monocle screwed into his left eye that fired the old brain cells, however. "Flim! Flim Wimsey! I say, it's been a few years, what?"
He looked startled for a moment and let the monocle drop from his eye. "Captain Wooster."
Black Books
Bernard buys a carpet, with plenty of drunken yelling. This is, strictly speaking, RPF. A personal, private kind of RPF, written specifically for the author's friend, but not knowing that friend does not diminish the reader's enjoyment at all.
"I'll have you know that my life-mission is to complete a translation of Remembrance of Things Past from the original French into Esperanto," Bernard said, raising his head enough to bat away at the empty tin.
The Office US
It's a big jossed AU of Pam and Michael's paper company and I love it so much more then the way the actual show went. SO MUCH MICHAEL.
`What are we doing?´ Michael screams.
`I don't know!´ Pam shouts right back it him.
Now the barista is definitely looking at them suspiciously.
Supernatural
This is another ridiculously brilliant story from the ridiculously talented (and batshit crazy in the best possible way) SPN fandom. It's a day in the life of Bobby, a look at his many and varied talents, with a pile of awesome crossovers (including Good Omens!) to boot.
"Listen, son. I know you're under the gun, but first of all, you'll get your ifrit-banishing instructions a hell of a lot faster if you'd just shut up and let me work. Second, I don't care how stupid you thought eighth-grade grammar was--it's not stupid when how I read a verb stem means the difference between you getting that thing back in its goddamn bottle where it belongs and it using your spine to open you up like a box of crackers. So, you going to be quiet now? Good."
I already miss Jo and Ellen, but do you know who I've missed for longer? Ash. He was hilarious and classy and brilliant and mulleted and so destined to die. This is an old, adorable sweetheart of a fic that I want to hug.
Before we go any further, Ash would like you all to know that he is a complete and total sex god.
Supernatural/Top Gear
It's not a proper crossover where the characters interact in a story like setting, so much as a missing episode of Top Gear where they test out the ghostbusting qualities of the cars from Supernatural. Which, as funmonkey points out, are practically characters anyway. IT IS THE SWEETEST MADNESS.
The three of them, at a back-roads, hillbilly scrap-yard, cursorily examined the cars on offer. May’s disembodied voice started expositioning over the top of the soundtrack from some months in the future.
The truth is that the BBC didn’t even know we were here. The last time we saw Andy, our producer, he was facing the wall with his fingers in his ears and singing while we pilfered the necessary sound equipment.
Deadpool/Marvel RPS
While we're in the neighbourhood of insane collisions of reality and fiction, this snippet of psychosis: Deadpool sexes up his writer. Deadpool's already known not so much for breaking down the fourth wall as for throwing bricks into the audience, so really, this was the next logical step. (Shyeah, logic.)
"Yeah, a complaint! You never let me get laid. How come you people never get me laid? Ever since Deadpool & Cable started. The UST with him was nice and all, but I want more action. Kay?" He pulls off Fabian's boxers and throws them over his shoulder. Fabian feels utterly naked and exposed and insane.
Man from UNCLE
I watched this show, along with Monkey Magic and Dr Who, when I was very very young, before slash had occurred to me. I usually avoid it, for the sake of preserving some semblance of an untarnished childhood memory (I never believed in Santa). This story, however, does it so naturally and carefully and wonderfully I find myself utterly untarnished.
It occurred to Illya, hanging by his ankles, swaddled in chains above a pit of - he could barely believe it - crocodiles, that there was something wrong with his life.
How I met Your Mother/Black Books/BtVS/Calvin and Hobbes/The Office/Heroes/The Beatles RPS/30 Rock/Dr Who/Grey's Anatomy/Bones
Not all at once, obviously, the fic would explode under the weight of its own WIN. But a series of randomly generated pairings and partnerships in teeny tiny ficlets of delight.
"May I offer you a glass of beet juice?" Dwight asked faintly.
Faith stopped for a moment, one boot half-zipped. "What?"