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new vid: The Incomparable Zoe Bell

Mon, 29 Mar 2021 02:28:06 GMT

Name: The Incomparable Zoe Bell
Subject: Zoe Bell, stuntperson/stunt coordinator/actor
Music: Boss Bitch by Doja Cat
Summary: No limits

at A03

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new fanvid

Mon, 22 Mar 2021 05:52:47 GMT

Title: Joker

Fandom: The Dark Knight, Joker

Music: Ace of Spades - Motorhead

Summary: Screwed up and beaten down

(Super short; warnings for beatings and Harvey Dent's messed-up face)

( Joker )

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a young friend needs help with a funeral

Fri, 21 Sep 2018 18:00:11 GMT

Her father died unexpectedly and she has no one else.
https://www.gofundme.com/johnny-roses-funneral

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Dark Shadows

Wed, 20 Dec 2017 06:24:04 GMT

There was a private channel on Roku awhile, and before it was taken down for copyright claims, I began watching Dark Shadows, first airing in 1966. I saw it when I was a kid and my mom watched it. I think I liked Quentin, the werewolf. Pretty sure I thought he was cute. I remember thinking how the show was all so very chatty, just talk talk talk like most soaps.

I've managed to find another source for the show now. I've read how the show took off once Barnabas the vampire was introduced. But to me, the best part so far (and this is quite a project, watching it--there's around 1,200 episodes) is the very first story line. It's a gothic tale in moody black and white, and explores a murder on the grounds of the Collins estate. It gets crazier after that, very fast, but this first, quiet story worked best for me. I'm pretty sure most fans of the show wouldn't agree with that. There was that Barnabas craze which I just don't get. I love vampires, but ... nah.

And good God, now I'm into the story line covering Frankenstein and briefly, I think, Dorian Gray, and Jesus they're painful. I'm not quite sure why I'm watching at this point, and this comes from a person who appreciates camp and bad acting and fun.

My favorite characters remain Roger Collins and Elizabeth Collins, though I'm fond of others as well. Angelique drives me kind of nuts, all quivery voice and what I might be wrongly interpreting as the actress thinking she's da bomb.

Still fascinated, somehow, somewhat, even though kind of not--being tired of the stupidity.

The Adam character (the Creature) has gesticulated and moaned and made sobby noises enough that I must needs mix another drink at this point to get through it.;)

Oh shit, Caroline's voice has gone just as wobbly as Angelique's. Such a mod girl, that Caroline (and also a brat).

Oh wait--one other thing I was kind of into--when Barnabas and Willy were first together, and Barnabas was so cruel and Willy so cringy--was somehow, for me, unavoidably slashy. Willy was a really terrible character at his introduction (still is, mostly), and actually hard to watch because of his anger and the way he bullied women. But he sure knows how to let the alpha dog lord it over him. It's violent and dark and so-not-right.

Later on, the show became more concerned with showing Barnabas in a sympathetic light. Willy left, and when he returned that dynamic was lost.

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I failed hard at writing in 2016, but

Mon, 02 Jan 2017 05:43:54 GMT

You know, I did start writing a little in the latter part of the year. Definitely not thrilled with the low low word count, but! C and I came through for each other for our annual yuletide story exchange. I'm very happy (and relieved)--that one means a lot to me. We've been going for 5 years now.

(Currently we've got our a03 memberships locked down, restricted to people who are already members for personal reasons, but we'll probably be able to lift that before too long)

Here's C's story for me, her first time writing Wynonna Earp (syfy) based on my prompt. Read the labels if you need warnings, please.
Toxic to the Touch (Wynonna Earp/Doc Holliday)
The prompt: Doc is gravely injured--to the point of death, if that were possible. Wynonna fucks him anyway. (Featuring a morally deficient Wynonna, taking what she wants.)

My story for C, and my first time writing Justified (FX). Again, read the labels if you need warnings.
A Soul's a Fair Trade (Raylan Givens/OMC)
The prompt: One of the (many) reasons that Raylan couldn't make peace with Arlo was because when he was fifteen, Arlo caught him in the middle of a blackberry patch with Garner Pruitt doing things he shouldn't have been doing with another boy. Garner is all grown up now with a grown up drug habit and he just traded Boyd a story about Raylan's past for a quick hit.

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first of the last twenty

Fri, 08 Jan 2016 07:46:58 GMT

Post the first line of the last 20 fics posted, newest first.
saw this from smalltrolven and decided to give it a try. Cheer myself up after a terrible review of Beneath the Neon Moon at Audible, maybe:) These are in order posted, not necessarily written - I posted some older stories at a03.

1.   He's a Queen's boy: an elite 00 agent. The Queen's Boy (James Bond)

2.   From graves and charnel houses I selected only the finest, strongest bodies to build my creation. Unhallowed (Frankenstein)

3.   Heyes got broody over certain things. Alias Jones and Smith (Alias Smith and Jones)

4.   So tired, but sleep won't come. Always (Supernatural)

5.   “So what’s the solution to this troublesome triangle we have here?” Kira asked, big eyes looking at one then the other. Life on Mars (Starsky & Hutch)

6.   Alfred never left Bruce alone. What Hurts Most (Batman: Under the Red Hood)

7.   I would give you songs, but for this black soul. Valentine's Day Poems (Supernatural)

8.   I have a recurring dream that’s driving me goddamned crazy. Incubus (Starsky & Hutch)

9.   Gillian's dead. Someday After Gillian (Starsky & Hutch)

10. So cold. What Hurts More (Batman: Under the Red Hood)

11. It was 3:00 AM when Dick spotted the motionless body on the street outside his apartment. Sometimes They Come Back (Batman: Under the Red Hood)

12. Once upon a time a young man named Samuel forgot who he was and where he came from, or how to get home. The Witch of the Woods (based on the fairytale of the same name by Helena Nyblom)

13. He was sixteen and on his own, his dad laid up drunk somewhere, anywhere, if he wasn't dead. Beneath the Neon Moon (original work)

14. People say you can't live on hatred. The Others (J2 x The Hunger)

15. His lungs felt heavy for days afterward, and he coughed a lot. Burke's Plan (Planet of the Apes TV series)

16. Her voice worms inside his mind, writhes and shreds until his skull is soft; swollen fruit just this side of rotten. Breathe or Die (From Dusk Till Dawn: the Series)

17. Afterward, the thing that saved him was that he had no fight left in him. If Mine Eyes Offend Thee (Harvest Home by Thomas Tryon; also The Dark Secret of Harvest Home - miniseries)

18. I died in Sumeria. Curses and Brown Suede Shirts (Hercules: the Legendary Journeys)

19. Dean's clothes were in rags, black and purple bruises over his skin, smears of dried blood swooping over his body like kite tails flipping on a high breeze. Like Always (Supernatural)

20. Here I am, imprisoned with this creature I have made. A Perfect Form (Illuminated) (Frankenstein: the True Story)

uh...looking at this, I see I've used "afterward" a couple of times as a hook to get a reader (hopefully) wondering "after what?" There's some short sentences there for punch until there's...not:)

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nature - let's rethink it

Mon, 11 May 2015 17:09:03 GMT

So much for embracing nature, even from my wide, breezy porch. I sit down to write and a spider crawls up my side. DO NOT WANT.

Try again. Sit on the porch itself, turn around and see my cat after a lizard without a tail. Oh, wait, without a tail NOW - there's the tail, wiggling on the porch. I'm guarding the lizard while two dogs and a cat try to get to it.

The dog picks the wriggling tail up in its mouth, takes it off the porch. She's back in less than a minute, and ugh, we know where THAT went. She noses interestedly around me. Cat still trying to get past me. I build a barricade because I cannot bring myself to pick up the tailless lizard (it might, oh, WRIGGLE. Or wiggle, like a tailless thing. Or a severed tail).

Yeah, maybe I'll try this another day.

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new story: Sometimes They Come Back (Batman: Under the Red Hood [animation] fic; Jason/Dick)

Mon, 29 Dec 2014 05:56:40 GMT

Summary:

Bruce thinks Jason has crossed the line. He has no idea how far Jason will go. (Or: Jason has a backup plan.)

Written for a yuletide exchange between myself and no_one_in_particular. Her prompt for me is: Jason and Dick wanting Bruce's attention. Always.

It's dark stuff. Be wary.

Sometimes They Come Back

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a new Hercules story and my vids

Thu, 31 Oct 2013 16:00:32 GMT

I hardly ever post because words are mysteriously wiped from my brain when I try! So, I posted at LJ and I'll post here, too, because what I love about fandom? Is always, always, the fiction and the vids and art - the MEDIA we create (not so much the wank, but that's another story).

Vidding - I was never very good at it, had nothing close to technical proficiency, but I had FEELINGS, you know. I think two or three of them move fast enough or have enough humor or are short enough to still be fun. The rest? I repeat - I had feelings. Some are pretty bad.

My favorites, the ones I can still watch, anyway, are Mighty Fine, Supernova (NSFW), and Drive My Car. I have much nostalgia, too, for Valley of the Shadow and the Alias Smith and Jones vid. The rest, eh, I'm not sure why I kept them. Very slow or too long. But it's part of my fannish history, and I put them all on A03 (I love how easy it was to do that).

They are here.

The story is from a prompt my pal gave me in 2010 - it was supposed to help me have FUN. Fun is not a thing I do all that easily nowadays, but I managed it, yeah, three years later. Fannish space will always make me happy. It's so important to me. Anyway, it's a Hercules: the Legendary Journeys story. I didn't rewatch or anything and it's been a while, but it is porn, and it was fun. I am a little bothered because I want Iolaus' voice to sound more like Iolaus, but I'm gonna leave it be. Because I had fun:)

Curses and Brown Suede Shirts

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SPN finale etc

Thu, 16 May 2013 04:34:49 GMT

( spoilery... )

In other news, I haven't been posting much because life is upside down and topsy turvy, nothing comes with a guarantee and for some reason I had hoped it would by the time I was this old. I've gotten myself an unspecified auto-immune disease (maybe lupus, maybe connective tissue disease or some such shit) and am taking a batch of pills once a week (I call it Pillmageddon). Good times. Not really.

Under my pseudonym I am writing again at least - a sequel for Beneath the Neon Moon (a werewolf story). I'm guessing it'll come in around the 50,000 mark and if so, it'll be the longest I've ever written. But I'm horrible at estimating so we'll see. Could go longer.

Anyway, the episode got me crashing into my own account, evidently:) Just haven't posted much.

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ringtones

Fri, 19 Aug 2011 03:15:54 GMT

my best friend's ringtone for me is Sam saying, "My daddy shot your daddy in the head," and as you could guess, it freaks people out. Once my husband called her because he couldn't get me on my cell and he knew we were together. Her phone was in her purse in the foot board, and I'm driving and I hear Sam singsonging that - do you know how SHOCKING that can be? Hell, anybody speaking from THE FLOORBOARD will pretty much separate the shit from the shinola.

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comment fic: One Word (SPN, gen)

Wed, 22 Sep 2010 15:14:05 GMT

There's a comment fic meme going on over at fleshflutter's LJ (go there! It's fun, and there's good stuff to read) re: Sam and Dean's reunion for S6, and I thought I'd post my addition here as well.

Edit: I forgot the prompt! "It is raining/snowing/weathering of your choice, and Dean stops for a hitchhiker, who turns out to be Sam."

One Word

It's dark, and the rain's coming down like a bitch on the little back road Dean's driving. He squints through the windshield between splats of water coming down faster than the wipers can clear, trying to make out whatever the hell's on the other side of the window, succeeding only slightly. Up ahead the road curves like a pebbled black snake, splayed out before the orange smear-glow of a street light, coming closer.

A lone, tall shadow stands by the road, black, streetlight outlining it like a cutout.

He used to pick up hitchhikers sometimes, give them a lift if they needed it. That was a long time ago. Before Lisa and Ben. But anyone out on this dark stretch in this weather is either desperate or nuts, and besides, for all that the shadow's tall and broad, it looks hunched against the weather. Miserable.

He pulls the truck over just before he reaches the figure, missing the deep chug of the Impala like always. He thinks he sees the guy raising his head, or maybe he's just lowering his shoulders from around his ears. Hard to tell.

Dean blinks.

Tall, small waist, broad shoulders. Long legs, spread just a little.

His mind stutters, stops, something rising up from the dark inside him, whispering to him. He shakes his head, denies it, but it's no use. This has never been buried so far down that he ever forgot it was there. Not even close.

Dean steps out of the truck, the windshield wipers slinging water. He doesn't blink, though the rain's falling in fat rushed drops harder than ever. He stands beside the open door, fingers wrapped around the top of the door, dead white, bones near breaking.

He tries to speak. One word.

He can't.

If it isn't, if the thrumming beat of blood in his neck, tapping in his ears is wrong, he's not sure he can get back inside the truck. He's not sure he can get in, put it in drive, push the gas petal back to Ben and Lisa. Because as ridiculous as it sounds, this shadow before him is more substantial to him than anything has been since the day the pit opened and took everything away (away where Dean couldn't touch, scream, punch, change, help, beg it will it make it be okay).

In front of him, the figure raises a hand, sweeps it through wet hair and takes a hesitant step forward.

But Dean can't move.

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