All my favourites are very very doomed
Doomed Ship Ficathon! It's lovely and sad and lovely. The first post is full, but keep going!
Othello, Desdemona/Iago,
Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.
She is so tiny, so very delicate and lovely and light, it scares him. Him, veteren of countless bloody battles, he who has courted death in all its guises, he is very nearly terrified by this bright and laughing girl.
The power she has over him, so much power in such a small and ultimatrly inconsequential person, infuriates him.
When he delivers the Moor's love notes to her, when she grasps his hand and gasps her glee, little body fairly shaking with excitement, that is when he decides to kill her. Not because she will never belong to him (he never expected she would, he is not an idiot), but because he cannot bear to see her change. He cannot bear to see her age, to grow heavy and homely and hopeless, would destroy him.
He would have killed her no matter who she married. That she marries his master, the foolish fat lipped Moor, makes it that much simpler.
Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, Billy/Penny
and we'll make time stand still
It took him twenty three years, seven months and two days to make a time machine, and it doesn't even work properly (of course, because nothing ever does, because he should have been a science teacher, because he should have been a goddamn henchman).
He can look back, he can go back, but he can't be there. He's like a ghost from the future, able to look but not interact with anything, no one can see him (sometimes he thinks they can hear him, sometimes, but another eight months of yelling at his past self provides no evidence.)
He can see the past; he can't change the past.
He could make a fortune in time touristry.
After watching Penny sit on a washing machine eating frozen yoghurt, watching Penny give a cupcake to a pigeon, watching Penny collect signatures, watching Penny die, watching Penny die, watching Penny die, he sells the machine and uses the profits to buy out the ELE. He puts every nerd and villain to work on a proper time machine. He starts again.
Who ever got things right the first time? Everyone needs a second chance.
JC's Avatar: Trudy Chacon/Norm Spellman:
I lie awake and begin to pray
That you'll be strong tomorrow
And we'll see another day'>
So now you're sleeping peaceful
I lie awake and begin to pray
That you'll be strong tomorrow
And we'll see another day
It's not like he was celibate, or anything, leading up to this. He was just really really busy. Over 500 hours of link time and all the conjugations of Na'vi, there just wasn't a whole bunch of time left over for dating.
So, he's kind of out of practise. Luckily, Jake Sully accidently stole his job. In the Hallelujah Mountains, he's got nothing but time. Time, vocabulary tutoring and Trudy.
(His sister had laughed at him. She said the army was an awesome place to hook up. He said he wasn't joining the army and she was a doctor, what did she know anyway. She and Trudy would probably be best friends, bonding over their mutual love of punching him as an expression of affection and being effortlessly braver than he can imagine.)
Trudy refuses to move around him, all day while Grace and Jake explore. She bumps into him, steps over him, slides around, and once, under him, and yeah, there's not a lot of space but even he kind of knows what's going on.
It's still a suprise when she kisses him. The best kind. Grace wakes up about seven seconds later, and needs him to take notes, but Trudy grins.
He learns that she loves close shaves.
She does pull ups while he categorises samples and looks out the triple reinforced window, daydreaming. She drops to the ground and starts crunches and he thinks that this, here, in a lab pod on an alien planet where everything wants to kill him, might be the greatest kind of domesticity.
Because secrets are pointless, he sleeps with her legs folded into his, lips on the edge of her ear. He almost asks if it's really anything to do with him at all, if she would have jumped whoever she was stuck in a box with. But she laughs at his jokes and likes neck rubs, giving and receiving, tells him about her sister, who's mayor of the town they grew up in. She wants to meet his armadillo, which his parents are looking after. She holds his hand before breakfast and slaps his ass when he drops into bed after another set of language drills and he's glad Jake Sully stumbled into being an ambassador. It might be the best thing that's ever happened to him.
For the record, I hated that movie with a firey passion. But Michelle Rodriguez is super hot, and the original script had a slightly more fleshed out role for her, including a romantic relationship with Norm. (Trudy and Norm, godsfuckingdammit Cameron.)
Othello, Desdemona/Iago,
Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.
She is so tiny, so very delicate and lovely and light, it scares him. Him, veteren of countless bloody battles, he who has courted death in all its guises, he is very nearly terrified by this bright and laughing girl.
The power she has over him, so much power in such a small and ultimatrly inconsequential person, infuriates him.
When he delivers the Moor's love notes to her, when she grasps his hand and gasps her glee, little body fairly shaking with excitement, that is when he decides to kill her. Not because she will never belong to him (he never expected she would, he is not an idiot), but because he cannot bear to see her change. He cannot bear to see her age, to grow heavy and homely and hopeless, would destroy him.
He would have killed her no matter who she married. That she marries his master, the foolish fat lipped Moor, makes it that much simpler.
Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, Billy/Penny
and we'll make time stand still
It took him twenty three years, seven months and two days to make a time machine, and it doesn't even work properly (of course, because nothing ever does, because he should have been a science teacher, because he should have been a goddamn henchman).
He can look back, he can go back, but he can't be there. He's like a ghost from the future, able to look but not interact with anything, no one can see him (sometimes he thinks they can hear him, sometimes, but another eight months of yelling at his past self provides no evidence.)
He can see the past; he can't change the past.
He could make a fortune in time touristry.
After watching Penny sit on a washing machine eating frozen yoghurt, watching Penny give a cupcake to a pigeon, watching Penny collect signatures, watching Penny die, watching Penny die, watching Penny die, he sells the machine and uses the profits to buy out the ELE. He puts every nerd and villain to work on a proper time machine. He starts again.
Who ever got things right the first time? Everyone needs a second chance.
JC's Avatar: Trudy Chacon/Norm Spellman:
I lie awake and begin to pray
That you'll be strong tomorrow
And we'll see another day'>
So now you're sleeping peaceful
I lie awake and begin to pray
That you'll be strong tomorrow
And we'll see another day
It's not like he was celibate, or anything, leading up to this. He was just really really busy. Over 500 hours of link time and all the conjugations of Na'vi, there just wasn't a whole bunch of time left over for dating.
So, he's kind of out of practise. Luckily, Jake Sully accidently stole his job. In the Hallelujah Mountains, he's got nothing but time. Time, vocabulary tutoring and Trudy.
(His sister had laughed at him. She said the army was an awesome place to hook up. He said he wasn't joining the army and she was a doctor, what did she know anyway. She and Trudy would probably be best friends, bonding over their mutual love of punching him as an expression of affection and being effortlessly braver than he can imagine.)
Trudy refuses to move around him, all day while Grace and Jake explore. She bumps into him, steps over him, slides around, and once, under him, and yeah, there's not a lot of space but even he kind of knows what's going on.
It's still a suprise when she kisses him. The best kind. Grace wakes up about seven seconds later, and needs him to take notes, but Trudy grins.
He learns that she loves close shaves.
She does pull ups while he categorises samples and looks out the triple reinforced window, daydreaming. She drops to the ground and starts crunches and he thinks that this, here, in a lab pod on an alien planet where everything wants to kill him, might be the greatest kind of domesticity.
Because secrets are pointless, he sleeps with her legs folded into his, lips on the edge of her ear. He almost asks if it's really anything to do with him at all, if she would have jumped whoever she was stuck in a box with. But she laughs at his jokes and likes neck rubs, giving and receiving, tells him about her sister, who's mayor of the town they grew up in. She wants to meet his armadillo, which his parents are looking after. She holds his hand before breakfast and slaps his ass when he drops into bed after another set of language drills and he's glad Jake Sully stumbled into being an ambassador. It might be the best thing that's ever happened to him.
For the record, I hated that movie with a firey passion. But Michelle Rodriguez is super hot, and the original script had a slightly more fleshed out role for her, including a romantic relationship with Norm. (Trudy and Norm, godsfuckingdammit Cameron.)