Love don't come so easily.

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GUYS. I AM JAZZED. I had this taste-bud pampering smoothie for dinner (because smoothies=wonderful, and smoothies for dinner=EPIC) and, just. Pineapple and strawberries and mango juice in blended combination are apparently the BEST ENERGY DRINK EVER

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[meadowlion]

I may finally be getting lucky on replacing my copy of that particular fic. Woo! I've been almost as disappointed over its loss as that of my own fiction, essays, poetry, etc. on the former laptop.

I've posted some of my due SOUTH-related RPS on my LJ, one unfinished Callum Keith Rennie/Paul Gross piece and one completed CKR/Don McKellar. (For various reasons, I don't do tags, but everything is at least categorized by fandom in my fic journal's Memories.) Between the laptop crash and the disappearance of the homepage for an old listserve, the rest of what I'd written of that is gone. And to be honest, I've barely looked at the two posted for a few years, so the quality may be questionable. ::shrugs::

I keep getting tempted to write Dominic Purcell/Wentworth Miller and, of course, Van/Jake now. I've been considering converting that drabble I wrote behind the new boys-in-black photo into RPS instead.

CKR does keep winding up in bad guy and/or doomed guy roles. I have seen entirely too many death scenes for him, one of which I've only been able to watch a single time because the whole movie was so wrenching -- not that I should've expected less from something entitled For Those Who Hunt the Wounded Down. Anyway, probably if my initial experiences of him hadn't been through dS, I would've been similarly influenced by the less pleasant guest characters.

In Wilby, his character is a bit odd, but the whole film is peopled with quirky folk. I hope you enjoy it.

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Hehe, I think I saw a post in your journal about that. Even though I had no idea what you were talking about, I read all the comments anyway, because I'm that cat curiosity is always killing. *g*

God, I miss the days when I only did memories. Tags are kind of evil, in a really addictive way. Memories are so blessedly straightforward, and so much easier to browse at a glance, not to mention the whole "5,000 tags for one tiny post of poems" thing.

Haha, sorry, I'm tangenting.

I cringe a lot when I think about losing writing. :-/ I mourn the loss of yours. Especially poetry, oh, poetry is irreplaceable :(

Dominic Purcell/Wentworth Miller
I... feel like I should know these names? *is sleepy*

Jake/Van! Oh, geeze. I am addicted to that pairing in such a huge and frightening way. Not that you need someone to enable you into them, but I am *so* up to the job if you do :D

I have Wilby sitting on my desk right now! My mom watched and it enjoyed it. I'll probably check it out tomorrow after work.

[simplelyric]

Hehe, I think I saw a post in your journal about that.

Yep! I'm thrilled someone still had it and could send it to me. I was only so secretive about it because a few years ago, after the story had already been circulating quietly between individuals -- never just posted to a list or Web site, as far as I know -- the authors told some people who told some other people who told the rest of us that the authors no longer wanted the story to circulate at all for some reason. So, I was kind of disrespecting their wishes by asking for it, I guess, but when I did already have the story before . . . ::shrugs::

Tags are kind of evil, in a really addictive way.

I can recognize a lot of advantages to them over the Memories, including subcategorizations that don't work as well with the latter, but among the aforementioned various reasons for my not using tags is the fact that I know I would get addicted.

Haha, sorry, I'm tangenting.

I am one with the tangential tendencies. Tangent away.

I cringe a lot when I think about losing writing. :-/ I mourn the loss of yours. Especially poetry, oh, poetry is irreplaceable :(

That laptop had about seven years' worth of writing on it, including everything I wrote during college, academic and personal. Some of the poetry and stories wound up in my LJs, and there are a couple things floating around on hard copy at home -- plus one single floppy disk with about a dozen fannish works-in-progress. But most of it is just gone. The thing is, although I miss those pieces, and they're definitely irreplaceable, the loss never hit me quite as hard as I expected it would. I like to think that I expressed what I needed with that writing and then was able to move on.

Dominic Purcell and Wentworth Miller are the two lead brothers from Prison Break. They are very lickable, especially together, and they have great chemistry in and out of character. (Also, Purcell recently separated amicably from his wife.)

Jake/Van! . . . Not that you need someone to enable you into them, but I am *so* up to the job if you do :D

I'm sure I could really easily get hooked right along with you, particularly given how in love I already am with their fictional counterparts. Uh, how about you enable away, but after Yuletide? }:-)

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Yeah, I mean, if you had it before, it's not like anyone was sharing the story with a *new* audience, or anything.

Good Lord. Seven years is a *lot* of writing. I reel thinking about losing that much writing. That's good that it didn't hit you too hard, though; sounds like they served their function. In a way, for me, it would be a relief to lose all my stuff, almost like a clean slate (and no more obsessing over how to best organize it all in logical order), but I also know from a few unexpected hard drive crashes that it can send me into a deep funk that takes awhile to emerge from.

(Also, Purcell recently separated amicably from his wife.)
Haha, that gives *me* plot bunnies. It's like they're just giving you the perfect excuse to start :)

Uh, how about you enable away, but after Yuletide? }:-)
My pleasure :D (OMG Yuletide, not thinking about it, not thinking about it...) I am a patient enabler. And my unofficial manifesto for 'shipping them probably won't be ready for another month or two, anyway, so. Assuming I ever finish it, that is.

[meadowlion]

I still sometimes feel like I'm holding my mental breath waiting for the loss of the writing from my old laptop to slam me to the ground. Obviously I'm not hoping for that to happen, but the periodic sense of almost-dread is not pleasant either.

I haven't been quite as into Prison Break this year, which makes the RPS ideas in that fandom easier to resist; I think they're just biding their time.

How's that manifesto coming? Not that I don't still have other things to write, and to do in general, but I give you leave to enable your heart out now. =D