500th post means 500 things

[whynot]

Voici my 500th post! How better to celebrate than by posting Narnia/Mary Poppins crossover fic about Susan becoming Mary Poppins's assistant, co-written with awesomefaces Betsy and Wyrm? In many ways, it is kind of a perfect summation of my fannish experience. This started as commentfic in separate posts, then we consolidated it in a whirlwind of excitement, and left it to languish for like a year.

Title: Winds To Catch
Authors: animus_wyrmis, be_themoon, & lassiterfics. Because sometimes it takes three people to churn out 1300 words.
Fandoms: Chronicles of Narnia/Mary Poppins
Characters: Susan Pevensie, Mary Poppins
Rating: PG
Summary: "Come with me," Mary says, and Susan doesn't hesitate because this is the second chance she thought she'd already lost alongside everyone who could give it to her.

She has her umbrella, and they both have the winds.

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-- SPN/Narnia. Anna's favorite person to visit is Susan Pevensie circa early 1950s. Sometimes Anna gets lost and ends up a couple of days earlier or later than their last meeting, which confuses the conversation, but not as much as you'd think. Possibly she takes Susan to see her siblings before they board that fateful train, and Susan straightens Edmund's tie and hugs Lucy and kisses Peter on the cheek. "I'm glad you made it," Peter says. Susan says, "May you travel well, your highness," just like she used to. There is the sound of distant mechanical roaring, and Anna says, "We have to go," and Susan takes her hand and closes her eyes.

-- SPN/Fight Club. When Marla Singer was a kid, she used to spend a couple of summers at Uncle Bobby's junkyard in South Dakota being bored out of her skull. Years later, here she is again: Bobby opens the front door, and Marla has a a cut over one eye and a knife in her belt, and she says, "I thought you were kidding about the monsters." Bobby says yeah, everyone always does. She stays because she has nowhere else to go. Marla learns about salt rounds and exorcisms and the end of the world, learns how to shoot. "You have a niece?" someone is saying in the kitchen one day, and Marla saunters in and there are three guys with Bobby: tall guy, smarmy dude, and trenchcoat man. She looks at her uncle and says, "You have friends?"

-- SPN/Lucifer. Before Castiel can raise Dean from perdition, he has to negotiate with Duma and Remiel. Remiel is a dick about it, but Castiel has always felt an affinity with Duma. I don't have my comics with me, and I don't remember the Remiel&Duma storyline very well; I just know I want Duma/Castiel. Mrin, this is all your fault.

-- SPN/X-Files. Set in Scullyverse in which Castiel was with Scully (or something) before he had to go be with Dean. TIMELINE CONTINUITY BE DAMNED, OKAY. After 5x16, he stumbles back to her and it's a little awkward, but they finally have relieved, long-awaited, day-late-dollar-short sex. (~*Her eyes look green in the dim light*~, natch.)


Some little bird told me it's fandom appreciation week. I can get behind those sentiments. Hey, fandom! I like you. I would even go so far as to say I like you a lot. Let's go for a malt sometime and write epic commentfic (LIKE A BOSS), OTP crossover ships (LIKE A BOSS), and swear that this fic is gen (oh fuck me I can't fuckin do it shiiiit). Seriously, guys, with your Giant Squid fics, and your sympathy for the 'villain', and your thoughtful worldbuilding, and your willingness to let joy get out of hand, and your furious shaking of shoddy canon until plausibility and/or glee falls out,



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In conclusion, Hipster Puppies and Cute Boys With Cats.

Comments

[amonitrate.livejournal.com]

Um. Fight Club/SPN. I want it now like burning, thanks. Sam and Dean wouldn't know what hit them if Marla showed up.

[mrinalinee.livejournal.com]

Man, Susan is like your cross-fandom bicycle, what is up with that. Many years later, I bet, she meets a dark-haired man with too much belief for any one person, and a red-headed woman, with too little for herself. One day she sees Scully's cross and inquires (rudely), "Do you believe in angels, then?" There's a spark of something then, perhaps anger, or amusement, or regret,just a brief tension of the muscles in her mouth, and Scully says, "Ms. Pevensie, what I believe..." and Susan cuts her off: "I know a small thing about angels." (The thing about angels is that you only ever get one) CROSSOVER OT39252978629769 OF DOOM?

Haha, dude you may blame me for this, but not nearly as much as I blame you for the fact that I now have this document open and am glaring at it like I might make something out of, despite the fact that I have actual work to do. My working summary right now is: "JUST A BRUTE FORCE CALCULATION": CASTIEL'S LOVE LETTER TO HUMANITY AS A STAND IN FOR DEAN (or Dean as a stand-in for humanity? I am not certain yet): MRIN'S LOVE LETTER TO MECHANICS, which is a sadly accurate description of how this is going. I haven't written fic that is just thinly-disguised physics wanking in ages. Here have a snippet from before the time that Duma falls:

There are a such angels who use silence when they might do otherwise, to threaten, to intimidate. Where it is appropriate and cannot be broken, nor stretched, nor muted, there is no force more powerful than the abstinence from force, no matter stronger than the absence of matter - where nothing can survive, or move, or change direction.

But the matter of humans is weak, and recognizes only weakness, and calls it strength. The brains of humans register only physical presence - a tension, a compression, a shock - and call it force.

Castiel says, "Have I not been obedient to my Father in all things? Have I not listened for his Voice before I knew to listen?"

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But in the silent places of the world, the silence is bone-deep, soul-deep. It infiltrates the skin of his vessel as if it were nothing more than a set of discrete particles, barely touching. Castiel has only once before known silence such as this.

He feels his body, and listens for the Voice of his Father.

Haha, what is the audience for this fic, even? You? NGL, Lass, I have this sekrit desire to write Duma/Sam. WE SHALL SEE. The rate I'm going, I may have a product for you this time next year.

[gabby-silang.livejournal.com]

day-late-dollar-short sex

There is not nearly enough of this in fic. Scullyverse is so canon to me now. Sometimes Cas goes straight from the back seat of the Impala to the back seat of the rented Taurus of the week, multitasking the apocalypse. Mulder's like "One of these days, I'm going to shoot your boyfriend." And they're like "You tried that already."

BECAUSE THEY TALK AT THE SAME TIME AND I LOVE THEM.

I would be all over Lucifer (of Carey's Lucifer) and Cas spending some quality time. Fuuuck, would I be all over that. They'd just have such civilized conversations. About how they'd do it all differently, if they could. Better, and smarter. Earthier, cleaner. Not just, because nothing is just, but correct.

[mumblemutter.livejournal.com]

FANDOM LOVES YOU TOO LASSITER. *smoosh*

"Just think of something sad," Bert tells her, and she says lightly that perhaps she will wait until the end of the party to retrieve it. This and the "Above their heads are their parasols, and then sky." and the whole damn thing, YOU GUYS. That was so lovely and quietly devastating and oh. ♥

ALSO SUSAN/ANNA YES PLS.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

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SUSAN BELIEVES IN MAGIC.

Cross-fandom bicycle wut!

[anjali-organna.livejournal.com]

Oh, Susan and Mary! Oh wind beneath their feet and above their heads! You have this way of making me love and miss things I had no prior knowledge of!

Also, YES PLEASE on Marla/SPN. Marla makes everything more awesome.

Happy 500th!

[alyndra]

Broken link to intriguing-looking story makes me :(

Please help if convenient?

[sekichu.livejournal.com]

YOU DON'T KNOW ME AND THAT IS OKAY AND THIS IS SO LATE, LIKE A YEAR LATE, BUT THE MIRACLES OF GOOGLE AND SUSAN.

OMG SUSAN, MY HEART.

IT HURTS.

ARGHNNN.

SPN/SUSAN PEVENSIE YEEEEEEEEEES PLEASE.