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the butler did it
I wonder how much of this irrationality I can blame on PMS, as if once a month I am possessed by some demon and cannot be held accountable for any of my actions. I have a 9 AM class, a meeting with a career counselor, a shortly vaguely bullshit-ish research proposal to write before the evening, yet here I am to tell you of some of my recent irrational decisions.
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narniaexchange is where the Narnia Fic Exchange will be happening, guys. First of its kind! (I think!) And I am, bewilderingly enough, CO-MOD. I have never moderated anything before (except moderation). What makes me think I have time to do this? I'm hoping that the adage "if you want something done, give it to a busy person to do" will work in my favor. We're still passing the rules back and forth right now, but it's pretty much the standard 'you request a type of fic and someone else writes it for you' sort of thing. I think the minimum word-count requirement will be 800. I will be writing as well as modding, and I will probably be requesting Edmund/Susan. JUST SO YOU KNOW.
2. More things that shouldn't take up my time, but has and will!
1. there's no one in town i know (jimmy eat world, hear you me)
2. electricity, eye to eye
3. so the fields are stubble, the garden is done
4. starvation is a creation of the devil
5. harry truman, doris day, red china, johnnie ray (billy joel, we didn't start the fire)
6. my name is robert blackwell gibbs
7. you just walked in, i make you smile (spice girls, stop)
8. i'm just another little faggot with a problem
9. creme tangerine and montelimar (the beatles, savoy truffle)
10. i was the best man in a size too small
11. yeah, pops, i need something quick, something now, to get out of here
12. gravitated towards a taste for foreign films and modern plays
13. eddie grace's buick got four bullet-holes in the side
14. it is a gift i know
15. heart attack! heart attack!
16. la lune est libre, je crois
17. i heard you late last night
18. girl, you got those hands that heal
19. i was walking home looking at the trees
20. you're such an inspiration for the ways that i will never ever choose to be (a perfect circle, judith)
21. one pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small (jefferson airplane but i have the blue man group cover, white rabbit)
22. je crois que j'ai besoin d'un peu d'air frais
23. boys there, how many boys there
24. now everybody that's grown got skeleton bones they got hidden away
25. george died in the fifth grade
26. che cosa vuoi da me?
27. if travel is searching and home has been found, i'm not stopping (bjork, hunter)
28. where's the bone, where's the sack
29. so this is how it is without your love
30. i wish i could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
31. pull the final splinters
32. can't escape a past that wasn't ever lived
33. lady margret was standing in her own room door (folk song, "lady margret", or "sweet william & lady margaret". whatev, it is a folk song. i have the cassie franklin version from the 'cold mountain' soundtrack.)
34. a bartop divided with a stare at long eyes to hear ears
35. at home, drawing pictures of mountain tops
3. My list of things to rec is just kind of sitting there. I should get a delicious, y/n.
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narniaexchange is where the Narnia Fic Exchange will be happening, guys. First of its kind! (I think!) And I am, bewilderingly enough, CO-MOD. I have never moderated anything before (except moderation). What makes me think I have time to do this? I'm hoping that the adage "if you want something done, give it to a busy person to do" will work in my favor. We're still passing the rules back and forth right now, but it's pretty much the standard 'you request a type of fic and someone else writes it for you' sort of thing. I think the minimum word-count requirement will be 800. I will be writing as well as modding, and I will probably be requesting Edmund/Susan. JUST SO YOU KNOW.2. More things that shouldn't take up my time, but has and will!
Step 1: Put your MP3 player on random.I skipped songs in languages with non-Latin alphabets because I don't wanna transcribe them. Skipped instrumentals 'cos duh. Skipped songs whose first lines I can't quite understand and can't find online. Skipped 'Hey Jude' because come on. If you guess right, you have the option of having me drabble for you, and it doesn't even have to be Narnia.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 35 songs that play.
Step 3: Let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly. (Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!)
1. there's no one in town i know (jimmy eat world, hear you me)
2. electricity, eye to eye
3. so the fields are stubble, the garden is done
4. starvation is a creation of the devil
5. harry truman, doris day, red china, johnnie ray (billy joel, we didn't start the fire)
6. my name is robert blackwell gibbs
7. you just walked in, i make you smile (spice girls, stop)
8. i'm just another little faggot with a problem
9. creme tangerine and montelimar (the beatles, savoy truffle)
10. i was the best man in a size too small
11. yeah, pops, i need something quick, something now, to get out of here
12. gravitated towards a taste for foreign films and modern plays
13. eddie grace's buick got four bullet-holes in the side
14. it is a gift i know
15. heart attack! heart attack!
16. la lune est libre, je crois
17. i heard you late last night
18. girl, you got those hands that heal
19. i was walking home looking at the trees
20. you're such an inspiration for the ways that i will never ever choose to be (a perfect circle, judith)
21. one pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small (jefferson airplane but i have the blue man group cover, white rabbit)
22. je crois que j'ai besoin d'un peu d'air frais
23. boys there, how many boys there
24. now everybody that's grown got skeleton bones they got hidden away
25. george died in the fifth grade
26. che cosa vuoi da me?
27. if travel is searching and home has been found, i'm not stopping (bjork, hunter)
28. where's the bone, where's the sack
29. so this is how it is without your love
30. i wish i could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
31. pull the final splinters
32. can't escape a past that wasn't ever lived
33. lady margret was standing in her own room door (folk song, "lady margret", or "sweet william & lady margaret". whatev, it is a folk song. i have the cassie franklin version from the 'cold mountain' soundtrack.)
34. a bartop divided with a stare at long eyes to hear ears
35. at home, drawing pictures of mountain tops
3. My list of things to rec is just kind of sitting there. I should get a delicious, y/n.
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would you like a drabble?
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and yes, please! i'm particular to peter/lucy, but everyone seems to have a problem with that, heh, so. anything of your choosing? :D
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narnia so much more interesting than statistics
ALSO, AMEN.
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lucy's youth protects her from certain things and it's not a protection she needs, but it's one she appreciates. she takes advantage of the fact that no matter how old she is, she will always be, in many ways, their little girl. she prefers to see it not as protection but as freedom, and lets wildness moves her heart as she runs ahead of peter to the shore, laughing, leaving a trail of shed clothes behind her. maybe peter would've scolded her for it once upon a time, but one doesn't worry about such things in narnia. what he does instead is take off his clothes, too.
the war in the north is over, the giants are bested, but the ice of the mountains has yet to melt from his bones. he has long dreamed of this, the softness of the sand, the glimmer of the eastern sea, the sun shining over it all. when he saw blood turn snow red in ettinsmoor he thought of the white walls of cair paravel, the aegis of aslan, and the love of his brother and sisters, for these are the things he has come to believe would last forever.
"let us go swimming, you and i," lucy had said to him, and he didn't even have to think about it. he said yes, he said let's go, he said right now.
the sea salt stings his eyes and, through the blue of the water, lucy in the distance appears to him as a blur of nubile limbs and golden hair. he swims to her. she's afloat on her back, eyes closed, water lapping at her sun-browned body and -- because when one is with lucy, her freedom frees us too -- peter pounces on her, not even enough time for a shriek, and down into the blue they go, tangled in each other all arms and legs and flailing, exuberantly disoriented.
"you beast!" lucy sputters when they surface. "i could've drowned!"
"i wouldn't have let you," peter grins. she just splashes him, and he splashes her back, and they laugh.
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5. Vogue, by Madonna?
21. White Rabbit, by, uh, that band featuring Nico
27. Hunter, by Bjork
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21 you got the song but not the band, unless they covered it.
but either way, you got 27, so, fancy a drabble?
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five times in england when it was difficult to let go
1. in london, the first time the train came to take the boys away to their first day back at school (back from the countryside, from the refuge of each other and the quickly fading memory of another life). the train doors slide open but the pevensies stand rooted to the platform, as if unsure or maybe unwilling, because stepping on that train means facing all sorts of things they didn't have to. edmund cracks a joke about algebra professors, susan wonders aloud whether the weather will improve, and lucy holds on tight to peter's hand as the crowd moves around them, and no one will remember later who says "can't miss the train now" but it's peter who moves as if in response. he kisses lucy's forehead and embraces susan, and the girls attack edmund with quick hugs until he's red with embarrassment and peter exclaims, "come on!" and they jump onto the train as the doors slide close. they watch their sisters shrink into the distance as the train picks up speed, lucy waving frantically, susan standing straight-backed and still.
and then they are gone.
2. when they can't sleep, especially the first few weeks after the return.
3. when they can't sleep, especially after the first few weeks after the return, when they don't feel as comfortable seeking solace from each other in the middle of the night, not anymore, not here. it comforts lucy to think that maybe this isn't a sign of disintegration, that maybe they all just need to be alone, to mourn in their own way.
4. the first time it snows in england after the return, and lucy says, "it's just like--"
"no it isn't," edmund snaps, so lucy talks about something else instead, but she sidles closer to him on the sofa and rests her head on his shoulder as she does.
5. when susan tells lucy about her first kiss with robert cowan from st. thomas and makes her promise not to tell. but lucy tells peter and edmund finds out, so susan gets angry and edmund starts making merciless jokes about robert as lucy, wide-eyed, claims, "but i didn't tell anyone! just peter and edmund!"
peter says, "it's not your first kiss though."
susan doesn't hear him, or acts like she doesn't, tells them they are all very immature people who need to learn to respect other people's privacy. her voice is rising, edmund starts yelling back, lucy is agitated, but out of habit they hold their tongues when peter tells them to.
"susan can do as she likes," peter finally says. "it is a new age after all, after the war."
susan, still flustered, looks at peter, unsure of what to say, of what to do. "thank you," she manages, with a slight bow of her head.
"my lady," peter replies without thinking, bowing his head as well.
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oh, my heart!
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Oh! You are modding. I should probably do it, then, or possibly I will be hunted down across the internets. (I, um, this is usually the only way I ever do things or go to things like concerts that I wouldn't otherwise go to.)
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YES JOIN. OR I WILL PROD YOU WITH A STICK.
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*has joined*
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she looks bruce from head to toe to head and says simply, "you are not so different from what i know."
from behind the batman, her brother's voice: "what did i tell you, wayne?"
"you two must know all sorts of strange things," bruce replies, amused.
"you don't know the half of it," says peter, as susan laughs.
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And that's all. :(
Also, I've never done a fic exchange (mostly because I think I'd epic fail at the time constraint) but I might do this one, if only because I've actually been writing in Narnia, which really hasn't been happening in a lot of my recent fandoms. :/
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the last time i did a fic exchange, it kind of ended badly. i don't even know where that fic i wrote is now, i've disowned it. but, ya, for aslaaaaaaan i will fic.
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33 is "Sweet William and Lady Margaret." (OK, there are lots of folk songs by that title; it's the one where he marries someone else and she kills herself and comes back as a ghost, and then he kisses her dead lips.) My version is by Tim O'Brien.
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want a drabble? everyone's been requesting narnia but one doesn't have to.
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so...
...should i sign up for this narnia fix exchange? or will i risk ending up with SOMETHING TERRIBLY WRITTEN? this is a comment on the quality of fic in narnia fandom since it became a movie fandom.
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...ahem. Hi.
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for you, my dear, i still am. prompt words/ships?
I KNOW RIGHT?! my reaction to the end of LWW was "that's FUCKED UP." but since my default fic mode is *MOPES*, this is fine for me.
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Nevermind happy, can you do something with this (http://www.last.fm/music/My+Brightest+Diamond/_/We+Were+Sparkling)? (Although hey, bonus points if you manage to make it not terribly depressing.) Pairing of your choosing, and thank you and ♥.
(Also, on the subject of ships, I immediately looked for Tumnus/Lucy after seeing LWW; the obligatory prettyboys!OTP is Caspian/Peter with optional Susan thrown in (although I'm iffy on pure Caspian/Susan since I found the whole thing tacky/tacked-on on screen) and if the fic is good you can sell me to pretty much every incarnation of Pevencest ever, so. Also Will and Ben should be fucking.)