jezabel

put your trust in me, i'm not gonna die alone

Jul. 24th, 2012 | 07:19 am
music: the antlers ;~;

for the AU ficathon, since this is now apparently a place where i post fic?

marshmorning's prompt: doctor who - amy/eleven - amy as a time lady, doctor as companion listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door


his face flushes at the sight of her and so, embarrassed, he keeps his eyes on the grass she looks just as she did then, e thinks. brilliant. flashing. quick and bright. he can't resist, so he looks up at her just the same. how could that be.

he was eleven the first time. he wandered into the garden in his pajamas and rain boots, carrying his uncle's utility flashlight. he was scrawny and too small for his age, but unafraid when he found her there, crashed and ecstatic and starving for apples.

he's seventeen this time. well, almost seventeen. taller, but many things are still the same. still unsure of his own body, his bowlegs. still failing to corral the hair, the cowlicks. still rather friendless.

this time he's nearly her height. nearly.

"and what's with the bow tie?" she crosses her arms across her chest and leans a shoulder against the box. her eyes don't leave his, though. that expression again - is it a smile? he fingers the bow tie. it had been a self-conscious choice. he had thought, briefly, that taking hold of his strangeness, his oddity, managing and fashioning it into an identity, might benefit him somehow. might help him make a friend. hadn't worked. she's the only one he'd ever made, and she was gone as quick as she appeared.

suddenly he needs to know. before he can follow her.

"why me?"

she shrugs at his question, looking momentarily distracted by the strange box. she runs the back of her hand lightly up and down the wood, admiring.

"don't know. you were cool last time. are you still cool? the last one was a bit of a bore." she says it with a sharp note, but not unkindly. he can't think what to say. how could she think him cool? was she mad? well, he already knew the answer to that. whatever else, she is definitely mad.

she seems to return from a dream then - she straightens, takes a step toward him, and puts her hands on his shoulders. “and you're brave. cool and brave, like i like my boys.”

he feels his face flush again.

“so, then, john. coming?” she indicates the box with her hands, as though framing some prize.

he wants to say yes more than anything he’s ever wanted, wants to put words to the years of dreaming she’s now drawing into action, her being here, presenting… presenting what he doesn’t know, but surely something like a gift.

but his throat goes raw and dry. he is keenly aware of his stance, his bow legs, the ridiculous tie. he opens his mouth but can’t give voice to the tremendous wanting that burns hot and bright in his solar plexus.

she watches him for a moment, reveling in something.

“know what?”she snaps her fingers and the box cracks open. an orange-gold light spills out across the garden, lighting everything, warming his face like a fireplace. he can only see a sliver of what it contains, can’t fathom it, but the word crashes into him with the very same certainty and wonder as she had.

a world he thinks. nside there’s a whole world.

“hey.”

“what?” he manages.

she moves her hands back to his shoulders, as if to steady him, and grins.

“gotcha,” and shoves him inside.

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fic dump

May. 1st, 2012 | 02:06 pm

two short fics from elyssa's AU thing and some shorter ones from prompts on tumblr. backdating because i just want to archive my own terrible writing somewhere.

oh and i found incomplete leslie/ann that i need to wrap up and post! after this week's episode i need to add some ben for very important ot3 time.

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2.hp: h/hr ii.Collapse )



3.drabbles: hp: r/hr, atla: mai, doctor who: amy/river, his dark materials, sopranosCollapse )

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"i'm korra, your new avatar."

Apr. 14th, 2012 | 04:03 pm


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luther--

Mar. 26th, 2012 | 07:59 pm

fic: luther/alice - 637 words.
this is insanity, pure and wild insanity, and he knows it.

au: "come with me. we could see the sharks.” “all right.” silence - she is almost surprised. “my, that was easier than i expected.” she hops off the table and walks up to him. “why yes?” he sighs and then touches the back of his hand to her cheek. “because you are who you are, and i am who i am.”

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Jan. 27th, 2012 | 11:27 am

ugh my frustrating relationship with fanfic. I avoid it so intently because bad fic is so cognitively disruptive like get your bad characterization out of my head cannon!!! But then occasionally I come across well-written, inventive fanfic and I lose three days scouring the internet for more. ANYWAY thanks a lot unicornsforsale and these for giving me all kinds of unwanted feelings. I didn't ask for this!!!

backdating this because I just wanted to keep these here for my own reference. Three small fics I wrote in comments on other posts. (Well, one other post - calikalie's Amy Pond ficathon, which is filled with so much great stuff.)

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2.head soaked in river waterCollapse )


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"Pioneers" 2/2

Nov. 19th, 2011 | 01:59 pm

Not sure how much I like this section or if I want to add the plot back in and make it longer. :| idk idk. Here's the second half though.

part one here

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"Pioneers" - 1/2

Nov. 17th, 2011 | 04:03 pm

[idk what this is! i wrote a plot and then realized it was too long for the assignment so it came back out? it's basically the hunger games with less plot, let's be real. but you can't stop my teenagers in apocalyptic scenarios/kids with too much responsibility facing death feelings soo. as usual i can't write dialogue or titles.]

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>> part two

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Apr. 14th, 2010 | 02:38 am

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Apr. 6th, 2010 | 07:54 pm

"Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be."

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Nov. 21st, 2009 | 03:55 pm



Anna Karina in Vivre sa vie (1962, dir.Jean-Luc Godard)

“Why must one always talk? Often one shouldn’t talk but live in silence. The more one talks the less words mean.”

via Old Hollywood

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