I should start by saying that I know I have not posted anything of value in nearly a year, and I plan to see this changed. In fact, now that I have my internet back and will soon have some time to myself, I hope to see this place undergo some major changes. After all, I am not the same bloody poet who founded this journal, and as a reflection of my own delirious mind it's purpose and design should emulate my own restless self construction.
Of course, all that means is that I'll be revising this journal a little to get things better organized, and I'll post some of the fiction I've scribbled down over the months. I hope some readers out there appreciate the crazy things that can be down with the characters of Hair, Firefly, and Mark Twain.
I'm glad we've established that, then. On to the lunacy of genius.
Who here has read Allen Ginsberg's "Howl"? Yes - I know - poetry is scary/boring/emo, and artistic gay communists are the bane of America society but don't let your eyes glaze over just yet. It may not be everyone's thing, but it's one of those pieces that I have to talk about.
If you know what I mean I don't need to explain and if you don't I'm not sure I can, but sometimes a work will just blow your mind. You read a story or poem or a narrative of some type and parts of your brain fire off in new directions, connecting, bouncing around in your skull and lighting up your thoughts in a frenzied passion. If you're a reader I hope you have felt this and can remember it still, because it seems to get harder and harder the more I read.
It happens with "Howl", though, in a very real way, and the effect doesn't seem to fade. I first read this poem my first year in college, and now as a graduating senior it remains just as powerful or even - no, definitely - MORE now that my minds been filled up by brilliant professors who love their jobs and their students and, more than anything, their books.
Which lead me to do an odd thing when my teacher asked for a proposal for our thesis paper to be handed in...
( I Got The Howl You Sent )
Of course, all that means is that I'll be revising this journal a little to get things better organized, and I'll post some of the fiction I've scribbled down over the months. I hope some readers out there appreciate the crazy things that can be down with the characters of Hair, Firefly, and Mark Twain.
I'm glad we've established that, then. On to the lunacy of genius.
Who here has read Allen Ginsberg's "Howl"? Yes - I know - poetry is scary/boring/emo, and artistic gay communists are the bane of America society but don't let your eyes glaze over just yet. It may not be everyone's thing, but it's one of those pieces that I have to talk about.
If you know what I mean I don't need to explain and if you don't I'm not sure I can, but sometimes a work will just blow your mind. You read a story or poem or a narrative of some type and parts of your brain fire off in new directions, connecting, bouncing around in your skull and lighting up your thoughts in a frenzied passion. If you're a reader I hope you have felt this and can remember it still, because it seems to get harder and harder the more I read.
It happens with "Howl", though, in a very real way, and the effect doesn't seem to fade. I first read this poem my first year in college, and now as a graduating senior it remains just as powerful or even - no, definitely - MORE now that my minds been filled up by brilliant professors who love their jobs and their students and, more than anything, their books.
Which lead me to do an odd thing when my teacher asked for a proposal for our thesis paper to be handed in...
( I Got The Howl You Sent )
True story.
Two weeks ago, right as finals were coming on, my internet gives out. All my finals involve the use of internet, so I stress out and do everything I can to get it back up. We hooked another computer up to my cable and it received internet so we're sure it's my computer. I go as far as to system reboot to factory conditions and - in that move of stupidity - lose all my years and years of essays just in time for Senior Seminar, 10% of which is my final portfolio that requires at least 18 of my past essays (which I will now be writing from scratch). I took apart my computer and installed a new network card, as that is what everyone said was most likely the problem. And still nothing.
Finally on the edge of sanity I beg my brother to help. He says he'll try restarting the router again even though we have tried this roughly nine hundred times. While doing this he notices that the light for port three is not on. He moves my cable to port four.
I now have internet.
I have lost four years of school, every personal saved file, and a good chunk of my sanity because for whatever reason, port three decided to stop working.
I do not know what God I pissed off, but I must have done a hell of a job.
Two weeks ago, right as finals were coming on, my internet gives out. All my finals involve the use of internet, so I stress out and do everything I can to get it back up. We hooked another computer up to my cable and it received internet so we're sure it's my computer. I go as far as to system reboot to factory conditions and - in that move of stupidity - lose all my years and years of essays just in time for Senior Seminar, 10% of which is my final portfolio that requires at least 18 of my past essays (which I will now be writing from scratch). I took apart my computer and installed a new network card, as that is what everyone said was most likely the problem. And still nothing.
Finally on the edge of sanity I beg my brother to help. He says he'll try restarting the router again even though we have tried this roughly nine hundred times. While doing this he notices that the light for port three is not on. He moves my cable to port four.
I now have internet.
I have lost four years of school, every personal saved file, and a good chunk of my sanity because for whatever reason, port three decided to stop working.
I do not know what God I pissed off, but I must have done a hell of a job.
Poll #1477946 Choose Or Don't But Do SOMETHING
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Somewhere hidden in there are references like blinding cultural beacons. Imagine them, look them up, make them up. What they mean to you they mean to only you, no one else holds them quite that way. More importantly, just imagine and feel and think and believe and you'll understand them all more clearly than any textwikidictionarysearchallgooglefuction.
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And What She We Call This Crazy Cute Vibrating Wonderment?
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Electronic Beatnik Jukebox
2 (100.0%)
Revolution Under Revision 1 (50.0%)
Anaylize This Activist 0 (0.0%)
The Movement You Need Is - 1 (50.0%)
Angelheaded Heretic 2 (100.0%)
Patron Saint Of Revolutionary Duties 1 (50.0%)
Tattooed On The Human Spirit 1 (50.0%)
Truth Is No Match For Their Guns 0 (0.0%)
A Threat To All Injustices 0 (0.0%)
Creatively Maladjusted 1 (50.0%)
Busted For Beauty 0 (0.0%)
We Have Unarmed Truth 2 (100.0%)
Give Out Rainbows 2 (100.0%)
What Dishonor They Obey 1 (50.0%)
Add Your Own Heart And Soul 0 (0.0%)
Somewhere hidden in there are references like blinding cultural beacons. Imagine them, look them up, make them up. What they mean to you they mean to only you, no one else holds them quite that way. More importantly, just imagine and feel and think and believe and you'll understand them all more clearly than any textwikidictionarysearchallgooglefuction.
I love reading. I'll read almost anything, it's true, but I have this passion for books and the written word. I love learning new ideas, having them wild all over the page or neatly organized in a clip list. I love that, in reading, someone can make whole arguments to you and no one is there to counter them or shut them up. You just read and listen and then any thinking differently is left up to you. I love reading.
And I'm absolutely sick of it.
Okay, that's a blatant lie. I'm not sick of reading, I'm sick of not doing. I'm tired of reading all these ideas and then having no where in the world to put them. I want to do something!
I want to drop out of school and work and rent and bills and TV and shopping and comfortable suburban living for a month or year or ever. I want to get together broken down buses and trucks and cars and wagons and paint them up and drive them off. I want to be part of a movement - an actual, physical movement from one coast of this nation to the next. I want to cash out my bank accounts and buy only what we need. I want to make scenes in a hundred different cities and towns and dead highways across this country. I want to crash through middle America chanting John Lennon songs! Waving flags! Smoking dollar bills! I want to make people laugh, to make them cringe, to make them protest against us, just to make them care! I want to pick up hitchhiker's and stragglers and college students and investment bankers and kindergarten teachers and housewives and anyone who wants to come can come! A free community for peace! A world on wheels!
And we will be loud even in the face of silence. And we will be poor and naive and stupid and annoying and show offs and just trying to create trouble and we will spread a revolution from the streets. We'll have fun! We'll be ourselves! Without jobs or college or responsibility we'll see who we are! When we have to stand against the no no no of the system we'll question ourselves! We'll be unsure and nervous and scared and it'll open our eyes to how brainwashed we've been and we'll start the change inside our trucks and vans and we'll give it away for free. You do not have to pay us! We are not selling a gimmick! We'll give it and we'll leave it and you'll never see it up on the stock exchange, imagine that!
We'll go to DC. We'll tell them to fuck off! We'll dance and sing and shout and sleep on their lawns until they drag us away and then ask what gives them the right to own the earth. We'll slam ourselves up against the pentagon! We'll throw flowers at the white house! We'll fuck on the steps of congress because, let's face it, all they do is fuck around and our way is more fun. We'll throw money at business men to buy food for the homeless. We'll eat lunch with the homeless because we'll have no money. We'll chant and we'll whisper and eventually someone will hear us.
We will be a traveling show of freaks! The media will love us! What strange kids, what naive kids, to think these useless little ideas will change the world. Why, they're not even making money from this love they're giving away! Hahahahahaha!
We'll make something better than money. They'll broadcast us out as a joke and we'll turn into a vision. Kids everywhere will want to be in our car , in our van, but they're too afraid because SOCIETY SAYS YOU DON'T MAKE LOVE MAKE A SCENE MAKE A STAND MAKE A CHANGE - do not make anything. Creation is wrong, so we destroy everything like countries like sex like bodies like differences like bad words like you. We'll go find these kids and we'll give them what we have learned, guys! For no price, no charge of admission, not a single thing asked we will let these kids have all our knowledge, to do with what they will.
HATE it.
LOVE it.
USE it.
TAKE it.
We will turn young adults into PEOPLE. Teenagers, you are sold music and fashion and movies that keep changing changing changing because it things move fast enough you can't hold onto them long enough to get passionate about them and that is the one thing we hate.
Society doesn't want you to be passionate about anything. Passion breeds action breeds change. Why do people with power want anything to change? Power wants stillness. We want movement. From state to state and home to home and mind to mind until we're so exhausted that we can't keep still. For a month or a year we will live on peace and hope and exhilaration. We will sleep in dirty buses and strange pit stops and wake up to a brand new morning that they can never take away or sell or auction off at the IRS.
And if they try we'll tell them to fuck themselves, and give them our love for free.
And I'm absolutely sick of it.
Okay, that's a blatant lie. I'm not sick of reading, I'm sick of not doing. I'm tired of reading all these ideas and then having no where in the world to put them. I want to do something!
I want to drop out of school and work and rent and bills and TV and shopping and comfortable suburban living for a month or year or ever. I want to get together broken down buses and trucks and cars and wagons and paint them up and drive them off. I want to be part of a movement - an actual, physical movement from one coast of this nation to the next. I want to cash out my bank accounts and buy only what we need. I want to make scenes in a hundred different cities and towns and dead highways across this country. I want to crash through middle America chanting John Lennon songs! Waving flags! Smoking dollar bills! I want to make people laugh, to make them cringe, to make them protest against us, just to make them care! I want to pick up hitchhiker's and stragglers and college students and investment bankers and kindergarten teachers and housewives and anyone who wants to come can come! A free community for peace! A world on wheels!
And we will be loud even in the face of silence. And we will be poor and naive and stupid and annoying and show offs and just trying to create trouble and we will spread a revolution from the streets. We'll have fun! We'll be ourselves! Without jobs or college or responsibility we'll see who we are! When we have to stand against the no no no of the system we'll question ourselves! We'll be unsure and nervous and scared and it'll open our eyes to how brainwashed we've been and we'll start the change inside our trucks and vans and we'll give it away for free. You do not have to pay us! We are not selling a gimmick! We'll give it and we'll leave it and you'll never see it up on the stock exchange, imagine that!
We'll go to DC. We'll tell them to fuck off! We'll dance and sing and shout and sleep on their lawns until they drag us away and then ask what gives them the right to own the earth. We'll slam ourselves up against the pentagon! We'll throw flowers at the white house! We'll fuck on the steps of congress because, let's face it, all they do is fuck around and our way is more fun. We'll throw money at business men to buy food for the homeless. We'll eat lunch with the homeless because we'll have no money. We'll chant and we'll whisper and eventually someone will hear us.
We will be a traveling show of freaks! The media will love us! What strange kids, what naive kids, to think these useless little ideas will change the world. Why, they're not even making money from this love they're giving away! Hahahahahaha!
We'll make something better than money. They'll broadcast us out as a joke and we'll turn into a vision. Kids everywhere will want to be in our car , in our van, but they're too afraid because SOCIETY SAYS YOU DON'T MAKE LOVE MAKE A SCENE MAKE A STAND MAKE A CHANGE - do not make anything. Creation is wrong, so we destroy everything like countries like sex like bodies like differences like bad words like you. We'll go find these kids and we'll give them what we have learned, guys! For no price, no charge of admission, not a single thing asked we will let these kids have all our knowledge, to do with what they will.
HATE it.
LOVE it.
USE it.
TAKE it.
We will turn young adults into PEOPLE. Teenagers, you are sold music and fashion and movies that keep changing changing changing because it things move fast enough you can't hold onto them long enough to get passionate about them and that is the one thing we hate.
Society doesn't want you to be passionate about anything. Passion breeds action breeds change. Why do people with power want anything to change? Power wants stillness. We want movement. From state to state and home to home and mind to mind until we're so exhausted that we can't keep still. For a month or a year we will live on peace and hope and exhilaration. We will sleep in dirty buses and strange pit stops and wake up to a brand new morning that they can never take away or sell or auction off at the IRS.
And if they try we'll tell them to fuck themselves, and give them our love for free.
Author:Stephanie
Title: Un (Prayer For Claude Hooper Bukowski)
Fandom: Hair
Characters/Pairings: Claude/Berger/Shelia
Rating/Warning: PG-13ish
Summery: Claude's mind is unreliable.
Author's Note: So I wrote this on the plane ride home. I had just seen Hair, and I was on pain meds. It's somewhat out there, and the Claude voice is not yet a home run, but it's what I came up with. I also wrote something a bit more solid of the Claude/Berger variety, which I shall post later, and wrote up something of a Action/Hud piece, which you shall see at some point.
( Un - Un - Un - Un! )
Title: Un (Prayer For Claude Hooper Bukowski)
Fandom: Hair
Characters/Pairings: Claude/Berger/Shelia
Rating/Warning: PG-13ish
Summery: Claude's mind is unreliable.
Author's Note: So I wrote this on the plane ride home. I had just seen Hair, and I was on pain meds. It's somewhat out there, and the Claude voice is not yet a home run, but it's what I came up with. I also wrote something a bit more solid of the Claude/Berger variety, which I shall post later, and wrote up something of a Action/Hud piece, which you shall see at some point.
( Un - Un - Un - Un! )
Some things that people say... Some things just work there way into you and tear at you until you can't stand it.
I don't understand why it bothers people so greatly to take others into consideration. I don't want to say "Happy Holidays". I don't want to have to dial one for English. I don't want to take a moment out of my life to maybe realize that I share this world with billions of billions of other people. People with their own identities, their own cultures, their own sets of believes and families and jobs and lives. No, the simple act of pressing one takes too much time and effort. My life is so important, so entirely centered on my all-consuming ego that I cannot give them even the smallest human comfort of passive respect, so screw them. Why should I have to be "politically correct"? Why should I have to pretend to care about other people's feelings?
If you have ever been in a situation in which you are the minority and in which you feel constantly isolated than you know that sometimes the greatest relief can come from the smallest gesture of understanding. So while even if only 20% of people calling ever need para espanol, oprima el dos and even it is only 5% of them that are thankful for the option well then... In the simple act of pressing '1' you may be helping out hundreds of people. In saying 'Happy Holidays' you could make just a dozen people feel less awkward and ostracized.
So that is why I don't mind saying Happy Holidays, and I wouldn't mind being told Merry Christmas or Happy Chanukah or even Blessed Eid. I don't mind dialing one, and I wouldn't mind dialing 723-2591. It takes such little effort and so little thought and yet... It shows that we have the ability to be inclusive. It says that, yes, we know we still have a ways to go but here is us, trying. And if people want to accuse me of being anti-Christian or anti-American for these views, then I will gladly smile and explain exactly what I believe it means to be Christian and American. How I don't think Jesus would have sacrificed himself so we could persecute others. How I believe in a country that is made better by its inclusiveness and acceptance.
And you know what? I don't feel censored at all. I don't really feel anything one way or another on the subject because, honestly, it takes so little effort to not offend others or to be more inclusive. Do you know how much effort it takes for me not to make generalizations based on racial stereotypes or to use words like "faggot" in a negative sense? None. In fact, it seems to me people constantly go out of there way to do these little things to make themselves feel as if they're "liberated from censorship" when they're just being offensive. What I'm saying, though, is that even if it does take some effort, even if you do have to put some thought into the process of pressing one well... I find it hard to believe that in that flicker of a moment that it all takes I could find much more use for that fleeting second.
Now I'm sure many people will have gotten this far and thought "shouldn't this have gone in her personal journal? This page is meant to be for fun and entertainment? Why is she ruining that by getting on her soapbox?" Because this is not PERSONAL. It is not about an individual, but the ability to think beyond that. And I am tired of being made to feel that whenever you stand up and say something like "Hey, perhaps you shouldn't use gay in a derogatory sense" or "So what if he speaks mostly Spanish?" that you are getting "on a soapbox" and these sort of believes should be held in private and keep silent. These are not things we should keep locked inside diaries. These are not secrets.
I believe that we have the ability to respect one another by the simple act of reaching out to and trying to understand and accept one another. This is not a secret and I will not treat it like one.
And that is all.
I don't understand why it bothers people so greatly to take others into consideration. I don't want to say "Happy Holidays". I don't want to have to dial one for English. I don't want to take a moment out of my life to maybe realize that I share this world with billions of billions of other people. People with their own identities, their own cultures, their own sets of believes and families and jobs and lives. No, the simple act of pressing one takes too much time and effort. My life is so important, so entirely centered on my all-consuming ego that I cannot give them even the smallest human comfort of passive respect, so screw them. Why should I have to be "politically correct"? Why should I have to pretend to care about other people's feelings?
If you have ever been in a situation in which you are the minority and in which you feel constantly isolated than you know that sometimes the greatest relief can come from the smallest gesture of understanding. So while even if only 20% of people calling ever need para espanol, oprima el dos and even it is only 5% of them that are thankful for the option well then... In the simple act of pressing '1' you may be helping out hundreds of people. In saying 'Happy Holidays' you could make just a dozen people feel less awkward and ostracized.
So that is why I don't mind saying Happy Holidays, and I wouldn't mind being told Merry Christmas or Happy Chanukah or even Blessed Eid. I don't mind dialing one, and I wouldn't mind dialing 723-2591. It takes such little effort and so little thought and yet... It shows that we have the ability to be inclusive. It says that, yes, we know we still have a ways to go but here is us, trying. And if people want to accuse me of being anti-Christian or anti-American for these views, then I will gladly smile and explain exactly what I believe it means to be Christian and American. How I don't think Jesus would have sacrificed himself so we could persecute others. How I believe in a country that is made better by its inclusiveness and acceptance.
And you know what? I don't feel censored at all. I don't really feel anything one way or another on the subject because, honestly, it takes so little effort to not offend others or to be more inclusive. Do you know how much effort it takes for me not to make generalizations based on racial stereotypes or to use words like "faggot" in a negative sense? None. In fact, it seems to me people constantly go out of there way to do these little things to make themselves feel as if they're "liberated from censorship" when they're just being offensive. What I'm saying, though, is that even if it does take some effort, even if you do have to put some thought into the process of pressing one well... I find it hard to believe that in that flicker of a moment that it all takes I could find much more use for that fleeting second.
Now I'm sure many people will have gotten this far and thought "shouldn't this have gone in her personal journal? This page is meant to be for fun and entertainment? Why is she ruining that by getting on her soapbox?" Because this is not PERSONAL. It is not about an individual, but the ability to think beyond that. And I am tired of being made to feel that whenever you stand up and say something like "Hey, perhaps you shouldn't use gay in a derogatory sense" or "So what if he speaks mostly Spanish?" that you are getting "on a soapbox" and these sort of believes should be held in private and keep silent. These are not things we should keep locked inside diaries. These are not secrets.
I believe that we have the ability to respect one another by the simple act of reaching out to and trying to understand and accept one another. This is not a secret and I will not treat it like one.
And that is all.
If you google my username, which also happens to be the email I give out to people I talk to in real life, this is the first thing that comes up. That is not necessarily a good thing!
Anyway, here is my next establishment of fandom meshes.
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: 11 Painful Partings
Fandoms: Fight Club, Firefly, Angel, Series of Unfortunate Events, Rent, Dorian Gray, Hair/Across The Universe, Tom Sawyer, Dr. Horrible, Chess, Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Jack (Tyler), Zoe/Wash, Doyle/Harriet, Lemony/Beatrice & Jacques, Roger/Mark, Dorian, Max & Claude, Tom/Huck, Penny/Billy, Svetlana & Anatoly, Albus/Gellert
Rating/Warning: Between G and PG-13
Word Count: 6970
Summary: 11 different fandoms (okay, technically sort of 12) suffer through 11 different partings. Is it any surprise that fandom has given us angst? Personally, my favorite is the Series of Unfortunate Events one.
11 Painful Partings
( Fight Club )
( Firefly )
( Angel )
( Series Of Unfortunate Events )
( Rent )
( Dorian Gray )
( Hair/Across The Universe )
( Tom Sawyer )
( Dr. Horrible )
( Chess )
( Harry Potter )
Anyway, here is my next establishment of fandom meshes.
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: 11 Painful Partings
Fandoms: Fight Club, Firefly, Angel, Series of Unfortunate Events, Rent, Dorian Gray, Hair/Across The Universe, Tom Sawyer, Dr. Horrible, Chess, Harry Potter
Characters/Pairings: Jack (Tyler), Zoe/Wash, Doyle/Harriet, Lemony/Beatrice & Jacques, Roger/Mark, Dorian, Max & Claude, Tom/Huck, Penny/Billy, Svetlana & Anatoly, Albus/Gellert
Rating/Warning: Between G and PG-13
Word Count: 6970
Summary: 11 different fandoms (okay, technically sort of 12) suffer through 11 different partings. Is it any surprise that fandom has given us angst? Personally, my favorite is the Series of Unfortunate Events one.
( Fight Club )
( Firefly )
( Angel )
( Series Of Unfortunate Events )
( Rent )
( Dorian Gray )
( Hair/Across The Universe )
( Tom Sawyer )
( Dr. Horrible )
( Chess )
( Harry Potter )
This was just a challenge for myself, and isn't so much a fic as... Well, drabbles. 12 drabbles, to be exact, all from different fandoms. I just thought I'd write it to see if I could.
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: 12 Drinking Drabbles
Fandoms: Across The Universe, Hitchhiker's Guide, Rent, Chess, Star Wars, Firefly, Dr. Horrible, Angel, Good Omens, Last Five Years, Harry Potter, Dorian Gray
Characters/Pariings: Max/Jude, Ford/Arthur, Mark/Roger, Freddie/Florence, Han/Luke, Simon & Zoe, Captain Hammer, Doyle & Angel, Azirphale/Crowley, Jamie, Sirius & James, Basil/Dorian
Rating/Warning: Between G and PG-13, and hardly even that.
Word Count: Exactly 1200
Summary: 12 drabbles about 12 different fandoms and all of them drunk out of their minds. I managed to write each one in less than two minutes, too. Eat it, world.
Twelve Drinking Drabbles
( Across The Universe )
( Hitchhiker's Guide )
( Rent )
( Chess )
( Star Wars )
( Firefly )
( Dr. Horrible )
( Angel )
( Good Omens )
( Last Five Years )
( Harry Potter )
( Dorian Gray )
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: 12 Drinking Drabbles
Fandoms: Across The Universe, Hitchhiker's Guide, Rent, Chess, Star Wars, Firefly, Dr. Horrible, Angel, Good Omens, Last Five Years, Harry Potter, Dorian Gray
Characters/Pariings: Max/Jude, Ford/Arthur, Mark/Roger, Freddie/Florence, Han/Luke, Simon & Zoe, Captain Hammer, Doyle & Angel, Azirphale/Crowley, Jamie, Sirius & James, Basil/Dorian
Rating/Warning: Between G and PG-13, and hardly even that.
Word Count: Exactly 1200
Summary: 12 drabbles about 12 different fandoms and all of them drunk out of their minds. I managed to write each one in less than two minutes, too. Eat it, world.
( Across The Universe )
( Hitchhiker's Guide )
( Rent )
( Chess )
( Star Wars )
( Firefly )
( Dr. Horrible )
( Angel )
( Good Omens )
( Last Five Years )
( Harry Potter )
( Dorian Gray )
I just spent two hours trying to write some Sky/Nathan, because in my head they're incredibly cute together. Sadly, because of all that damn homophobia during the forties, I could think of no reasonable way to make a quick one-shot of it. No, it would have to be longer than that. But even so, I do want to go back to writing. So I am putting my Sky/Nathan project on hold to bring you...
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: So Heavy
Fandoms: Across The Universe, Hair
Characters: Max(/Jude), Claude
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 1,670
Summary: Max's thinking keeps Claude up at night. Note that Max is sort of going into shock in this story, which is why his thoughts are so very strange. That and I can't write. I have never actually seen anything but the Hair concert, so Claude is... Well, I'm not making you read this, alright?
( So Heavy )
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: So Heavy
Fandoms: Across The Universe, Hair
Characters: Max(/Jude), Claude
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 1,670
Summary: Max's thinking keeps Claude up at night. Note that Max is sort of going into shock in this story, which is why his thoughts are so very strange. That and I can't write. I have never actually seen anything but the Hair concert, so Claude is... Well, I'm not making you read this, alright?
( So Heavy )
So, there is a deal, and this is it.
I am busy as anything. I'm working a job and a half (one normal 30-40 hour a week job and then one on the side checking/writing papers for money sort of job) and doing the full time student thing and trying to find the time to do activities and volunteer work. Plus, sometimes, I have to eat. So, yes, I am very pushed for time.
Still, it's stressing me out more than all of this that I haven't been able to write.
Sure, part of it is the time constraints. It's hard to find a place in my day to just sit and daydream and write when I have actually academic papers that need typing out first. The reasons, though, don't matter. What does matter is that I need to be able to write. There are times when trying to finish/update a story is more stressful than any amount of work, but there is also something so damn satisfying about it and I need that right now.
I believe we've worked up to the actual deal part of all this.
I am going to try something. At least once a week I a going to sit down and free write and just post whatever it is I manage to come up with. Most of it will be fanfiction. Maybe not even good fanfiction. Wait, I have to take that back. DEFINITELY not good fanfiction. But fanfiction is easier to just speed write (all the hard work is done!) and I don't want to write deep, moving works. I just want to be able to get out all the little cute moments bouncing around my skull.
Here is where you come in: I'm serious, anyone reading this now has a job. You guys need to beat me up if I haven't posted something by Friday morning. I'm serious. Email me, IM me, spam comments. Whatever it takes to get me off my lazy ass. Post pictures of small children dying of cancer and tell me that I am ruining their dreams. That is what I need.
With no further ado, here is my first speed write.
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: Chemical Reaction
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog
Characters: Billy (Doctor Horrible), Captain Hammer
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 5,370
Summary: One day, the world will pay for the hurt and suffering it has caused. First, though, Billy has to take it over. Also, manage to pass high school science even though Mr. Brinkston has stuck him with the worst lab partner ever. But that world domination thing? It's second on the list.
( Chemical Reaction )
I am busy as anything. I'm working a job and a half (one normal 30-40 hour a week job and then one on the side checking/writing papers for money sort of job) and doing the full time student thing and trying to find the time to do activities and volunteer work. Plus, sometimes, I have to eat. So, yes, I am very pushed for time.
Still, it's stressing me out more than all of this that I haven't been able to write.
Sure, part of it is the time constraints. It's hard to find a place in my day to just sit and daydream and write when I have actually academic papers that need typing out first. The reasons, though, don't matter. What does matter is that I need to be able to write. There are times when trying to finish/update a story is more stressful than any amount of work, but there is also something so damn satisfying about it and I need that right now.
I believe we've worked up to the actual deal part of all this.
I am going to try something. At least once a week I a going to sit down and free write and just post whatever it is I manage to come up with. Most of it will be fanfiction. Maybe not even good fanfiction. Wait, I have to take that back. DEFINITELY not good fanfiction. But fanfiction is easier to just speed write (all the hard work is done!) and I don't want to write deep, moving works. I just want to be able to get out all the little cute moments bouncing around my skull.
Here is where you come in: I'm serious, anyone reading this now has a job. You guys need to beat me up if I haven't posted something by Friday morning. I'm serious. Email me, IM me, spam comments. Whatever it takes to get me off my lazy ass. Post pictures of small children dying of cancer and tell me that I am ruining their dreams. That is what I need.
With no further ado, here is my first speed write.
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: Chemical Reaction
Fandom: Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog
Characters: Billy (Doctor Horrible), Captain Hammer
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 5,370
Summary: One day, the world will pay for the hurt and suffering it has caused. First, though, Billy has to take it over. Also, manage to pass high school science even though Mr. Brinkston has stuck him with the worst lab partner ever. But that world domination thing? It's second on the list.
( Chemical Reaction )
So, no, this isn't fiction either (I had mono again! I know, excuses, excuses, but really - it was mono and I was sick...) but I posted these on my personal journal and then realized, hey, these don't need to be friend's locked, they're not personal. They're out in the open geekiery, and even though not all of you will be interested, I figured some might.
So here are pictures of Dragon*Con and about a hundred different cosplayers that we managed to snap photos of.
One Big Post Of Cosplayers
I'm posting these mostly because I really had fun, getting all those poor cosplayers to pose for me, and I think they did a kick ass job and should, you know, be celebrated for it.
So here are pictures of Dragon*Con and about a hundred different cosplayers that we managed to snap photos of.
One Big Post Of Cosplayers
I'm posting these mostly because I really had fun, getting all those poor cosplayers to pose for me, and I think they did a kick ass job and should, you know, be celebrated for it.
So, you may have noticed I haven't written for a while. This isn't (entirely) my fault. I've been doing the moving thing, the school thing, and the work thing all in one fun package. so, yes, I have been rather busy. Still, I have been meaning to get back on track. I'm finishing up chapter four of my Simon/Mal story, as well as another little Simon/Mal fun thingy plus a one short porny scene for a friend about her original (very cool in a creepy, serial killer way) characters. So, see, there is work being done.
Never mind all that, though, I will get to the point of this thread if you give me long enough.
I wanted to open a request thread (ie: a shamelessly whoring for ideas thread). I can't promise I will get every request written, but I love writing for people and want to see what you guys might be interested. ANY request will do, from any fandom or pairing and - as I have proven - ratings do not matter. I mean, obviously if I don't know the fandom it might be a touch more difficult, but please, throw it at me. I do love a challenge.
So please, make as many as you want about whatever you want. One word prompt, a full and precise details of exactly what you're looking for, down to the color of boxers he wears in the inevitable strip-n-fish scene. I mean it, I'm just looking for ideas and - hell, if it makes others happy then that's just an added bonus.
The Request Thread
Fandom: Pretty damn obvious. Whatever fandom this is in.
Pairing: If it matters, include the pairing(s) you want to see.
Rating: Hey, maybe you really want something light and PG. Maybe nothing below NC-17 will please you. If it's that important, prove it.
Genre: Again, if you're looking for something specific include a genre.
Request: And whatever is left, just fill it out in here with as little or much detail as would please you.
Never mind all that, though, I will get to the point of this thread if you give me long enough.
I wanted to open a request thread (ie: a shamelessly whoring for ideas thread). I can't promise I will get every request written, but I love writing for people and want to see what you guys might be interested. ANY request will do, from any fandom or pairing and - as I have proven - ratings do not matter. I mean, obviously if I don't know the fandom it might be a touch more difficult, but please, throw it at me. I do love a challenge.
So please, make as many as you want about whatever you want. One word prompt, a full and precise details of exactly what you're looking for, down to the color of boxers he wears in the inevitable strip-n-fish scene. I mean it, I'm just looking for ideas and - hell, if it makes others happy then that's just an added bonus.
Fandom: Pretty damn obvious. Whatever fandom this is in.
Pairing: If it matters, include the pairing(s) you want to see.
Rating: Hey, maybe you really want something light and PG. Maybe nothing below NC-17 will please you. If it's that important, prove it.
Genre: Again, if you're looking for something specific include a genre.
Request: And whatever is left, just fill it out in here with as little or much detail as would please you.
Author: Stephanie
Genre: Monologue
Title: Out There
Word Count: 679
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Summary: A scene I wrote for my playwright class. It's sort of old, but I've been having the urge to add more original stuff up here.
( Out There )
Genre: Monologue
Title: Out There
Word Count: 679
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Summary: A scene I wrote for my playwright class. It's sort of old, but I've been having the urge to add more original stuff up here.
( Out There )
So, I just wanted to let people know I haven't died. I'm just stuck at home until I can get an apartment, and seeing as it is a three bedroom home currently being inhabited by eight people, two cats, two dogs, and a hamster it's hard to get enough quiet to write something. In fact, this is the first time all day I have been alone (I've been giving the living room couch to sleep on. It is neither comfortable nor private) and it is just about 1:30 am. And the only reason I am alone is because Nathaniel is at a friends and Kat and Clay and Tiff all work early tomorrow and had to turn in to sleep.
It is not doing wonders for my nerves, no it is not.
So, anyway, I have abondoned writing. In fact, I have about four unfinished stories waiting in my notebook, but it's next to impossible for me to get work done with people constantly talking around me. So that is the reason you won't see much here until school starts and I - pray to God - get that apartment (a three bedroom that will be shared by five people, a cat, and two ferrets. It should prove to be a huge improvement).
Hmm... Okay, and here is something to keep this post on topic in a fic journal other than just the announcement of my not-a-death. Err... alright, let's see what I write in like, five minutes.
Also, damnit but I want to RP some Firefly. Why do I pick the next to dead fandoms? What would possess me to torture myself like that?
Author: Stephanie/Gildedmuse
Title: Alone In The 'Verse
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Kaylee, Jayne, Zoe, Simon, River, Inara
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,690
Summery: No, really, I just now typed this up to fill post space. We'll call it a character study and never speak of it again.
( Alone In The 'Verse )
It is not doing wonders for my nerves, no it is not.
So, anyway, I have abondoned writing. In fact, I have about four unfinished stories waiting in my notebook, but it's next to impossible for me to get work done with people constantly talking around me. So that is the reason you won't see much here until school starts and I - pray to God - get that apartment (a three bedroom that will be shared by five people, a cat, and two ferrets. It should prove to be a huge improvement).
Hmm... Okay, and here is something to keep this post on topic in a fic journal other than just the announcement of my not-a-death. Err... alright, let's see what I write in like, five minutes.
Also, damnit but I want to RP some Firefly. Why do I pick the next to dead fandoms? What would possess me to torture myself like that?
Author: Stephanie/Gildedmuse
Title: Alone In The 'Verse
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Kaylee, Jayne, Zoe, Simon, River, Inara
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,690
Summery: No, really, I just now typed this up to fill post space. We'll call it a character study and never speak of it again.
( Alone In The 'Verse )
I totally need new icons. If anyone has any pretty Firefly slash icons, or general book/lit dork icons, or slash.. You know, just some icons in general that are shiny, I would so like to see them.
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: Way Out Here
Chapter: Three - Don't Be A Hero
Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Mal/Simon (River, Jayne, Zoe, Kaylee, Inara)
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 5,370
Summary: Set after the BDM. Rescues don't always come with a thanks and a kiss.
Author's Note: Once again beta'd by![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
monjinator who really puts up with more than she should from me.
Other Chapters One | Two
Quick Guide To Made Up Chinese: Either stolen from the show or poorly translated online.
Cào: Fuck
Gaīsi: Damnit
Āiyā: Damn
Chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo: Animal fucking bastard
Lăotiān Yé: Jesus
Zu zhòu tiān táng: Curse the heavens
Réncí de Fózŭ: Merciful Buddha
( Chapter Three )
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: Way Out Here
Chapter: Three - Don't Be A Hero
Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Mal/Simon (River, Jayne, Zoe, Kaylee, Inara)
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 5,370
Summary: Set after the BDM. Rescues don't always come with a thanks and a kiss.
Author's Note: Once again beta'd by
monjinator who really puts up with more than she should from me.Other Chapters One | Two
Quick Guide To Made Up Chinese: Either stolen from the show or poorly translated online.
Cào: Fuck
Gaīsi: Damnit
Āiyā: Damn
Chùsheng xai-jiao de xiang huo: Animal fucking bastard
Lăotiān Yé: Jesus
Zu zhòu tiān táng: Curse the heavens
Réncí de Fózŭ: Merciful Buddha
( Chapter Three )
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: Off To Bed
Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Jayne/Simon
Rating/Warning: NC-17
Word Count: 2,040
Summary: Jayne gives Simon a work out? Yes, seriously, that's about the level of "plot". This fits into PWP in so many ways. It doesn't even come close to having a real plot. That isn't why I suspect you'll be wanting to read it.
Author's Note: Remember: withoutmonjinator this would be even more unreadable than it is now. This was from a request on the Firefly Kink meme for Jayne/Simon.
( Off To Bed )
Title: Off To Bed
Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Jayne/Simon
Rating/Warning: NC-17
Word Count: 2,040
Summary: Jayne gives Simon a work out? Yes, seriously, that's about the level of "plot". This fits into PWP in so many ways. It doesn't even come close to having a real plot. That isn't why I suspect you'll be wanting to read it.
Author's Note: Remember: without
monjinator this would be even more unreadable than it is now. This was from a request on the Firefly Kink meme for Jayne/Simon. ( Off To Bed )
If anyone wondered why I haven't posted chapter three yet, it's because I've discovered a small hole in my plotting. Also, I got distracted writing PWPs. A whole three of them, which I shall post slowly so that it doesn't look like I am a total pervert.
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: Captainly Duties
Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Mal/Simon (Zoe)
Rating/Warning: NC-17? R? In There. Warning for sex and sex with beatings, even.
Word Count: 4,860
Summary: The captain and Simon clash on plenty of points, including the fact that Simon can't never just listen to Mal like he's suppose'ta.
Author's Note: Many thanks tomonjinator who beta'd this mess. It was original written for the Firefly kink meme but I decided to fix it up some, add a few parts, and make it an actual story since it was already pressing in at like, 3,000 words.
Also, Lord forgive me, I discovered a love of taking the prim and proper doctor and turning him into something of a slut. You have been warned.
Quick Guide To Made Up Chinese: Either stolen from the show or poorly translated online.
Gaīsi: Damnit
Wo de mā: Mother of God
Dì yù de tiān: God of Hell
Wo de tiān, a: Dear God In Heaven
Āiyā: Damn
( Captainly Duties )
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: Captainly Duties
Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Mal/Simon (Zoe)
Rating/Warning: NC-17? R? In There. Warning for sex and sex with beatings, even.
Word Count: 4,860
Summary: The captain and Simon clash on plenty of points, including the fact that Simon can't never just listen to Mal like he's suppose'ta.
Author's Note: Many thanks to
monjinator who beta'd this mess. It was original written for the Firefly kink meme but I decided to fix it up some, add a few parts, and make it an actual story since it was already pressing in at like, 3,000 words.Also, Lord forgive me, I discovered a love of taking the prim and proper doctor and turning him into something of a slut. You have been warned.
Quick Guide To Made Up Chinese: Either stolen from the show or poorly translated online.
Gaīsi: Damnit
Wo de mā: Mother of God
Dì yù de tiān: God of Hell
Wo de tiān, a: Dear God In Heaven
Āiyā: Damn
( Captainly Duties )
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: More Than Chess
Fandom: Chess
Characters/Pairings: Florence/Freddie, Molly
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 1,700
Summery: Snapshots of Freddie and Florence's life together.
Author's Note: Fic for Krissy. I think it was like her birthday or something? Who knows. :P There shall, if all goes according to plan, be a second less sucky Chess fic to follow. Because I'm not quite sure this is right but am sort of fond of parts so, well, postage.
( More Than Chess )
Title: More Than Chess
Fandom: Chess
Characters/Pairings: Florence/Freddie, Molly
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 1,700
Summery: Snapshots of Freddie and Florence's life together.
Author's Note: Fic for Krissy. I think it was like her birthday or something? Who knows. :P There shall, if all goes according to plan, be a second less sucky Chess fic to follow. Because I'm not quite sure this is right but am sort of fond of parts so, well, postage.
( More Than Chess )
Author: Gildedmuse/Stephanie
Title: Shaken Up
Fandom: RENT
Characters/Pairings: Roger, Mark
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 1,150
Prompt: Blue
Summery: Roger thinks better of Mark than he's smart enough to realize.
Author's Note: I've been stuck on Blue from my FF100 table FOREVER. I know this is crap, but I just wanted to be able to throw it out there and move on to the next freaking prompt.
( Shaken Up )
Title: Shaken Up
Fandom: RENT
Characters/Pairings: Roger, Mark
Rating/Warning: PG-13
Word Count: 1,150
Prompt: Blue
Summery: Roger thinks better of Mark than he's smart enough to realize.
Author's Note: I've been stuck on Blue from my FF100 table FOREVER. I know this is crap, but I just wanted to be able to throw it out there and move on to the next freaking prompt.
( Shaken Up )
