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UGH. Stalking friends of friends on Facebook and Livejournal sometimes just make me pissed off and envious. Why do I do it?! Fuck you and your shiny sparkly lives. So, to make myself better, I am going to do the First Lines meme, and then I am going to sleep.
So these aren't the last 25 fics I wrote. I chose them on a basis of first lines I like and also stories I (still) like.
Boondock Saints
They don't help each other.
- 25 Cents. The first BDS fic I wrote, but not the first I posted. I didn't like it then very much for some reason, maybe something related to the dialogue, but I do like it now.
"Stick it in your nose."
- You Can Pick Your Friends, and You Can Pick Your Nose, But You Can't Pick Your Friend's Nose. It isn't angst!
Fight Club
In Project Mayhem they have no names.
Exhaust. Okay, so credit for the first line actually goes to Palahniuk.
Harry Potter
Ginny sat on the window ledge of the Astronomy Tower, legs dangling over several stories of empty space.
My Iron Lung. Does the Wizarding world have cigarettes? I guess it's not like Rowling would write about chain-smokers and drunkards in a book for kids. I kind of assume no cigarettes in this one, but otherwise I like it. I never did so much like the sassyfirecracker!Ginny of the later books. I prefer my Ginny haunted by Tom!
A lazy summer sunrise found young Narcissa Black on her sister’s bed, willing the minutes to be as the sky: slow, sweet, golden.
untitled. It was going to be Narcissa/Bellatrix, but then I lost steam. I like to wander around HP fandom but I could never settle there 'cos the place was so huge.
RPF
He didn't read the letters anymore because the letters didn't go to him.
Insert Name Here. This is Brad Pitt gen. No, seriously. Don't look at me like that. I was writing on a wave of Troy RPS, so this is pre-Brangelina. Also, you can see my kind of see my senioritis in this.
Dom looks up novels set in Vancouver on Amazon.com.
Stories About Vancouver. Oh, lotrips, how shiny you were! When I reread this fic, I was surprised by how a lot of the sentiments rang true for me. I mean, I relate MORE to Dom now more than I did when I was writing it. I didn't know what it was like to fall in love when I wrote it, and rereading this I was like, "How the hell did I know what I was talking about?"
Billy has this fantasy of running full-tilt at a taxying airplane.
Departure Lounge. More lotrips!
Brian finds it easier to focus on nouns.
Verbatim. WEEZER RPS. Weezer was, like, my first fandom when I was conscious of what a fandom was. Now it's like, REMEMBER MIKEY WELSH??
Red Dragon
Three-fourteen in the morning: his eyes snapped open like a trap in reverse.
Do You Dream? Because I have a huge boner for Edward Norton and a thing for one-sided creepiness.
X2
Rogue doesn't ask any questions when an inebriated John throws pebbles at her window at half past two in the morning.
2:30 AM. I kind of like John/Rogue more than Bobby/John? Unless it's Bobby/John/Rogue, which is what John/Rogue is by default. Ya, you notice it is not on this LJ! That's 'cos 0100111 was my RL LJ waaaaay back in the day, before I decided to make an LJ just for fandom.
Ring, goes the phone.
This Side of the Sun. In which I betray a love for Edward Hopper.
You find yourself comparing his house and your old house.
Prometheus. ALRIGHT JUST KEEP SCROLLING DOWN, past that horrible meta, I promise the fic is under all that. Ugh, I should keep long meta posts to a minimum. But anyway! John gen! My career in X2 generated a lot of John gen.
It was a long walk to the mansion.
Shadow Friendly. The post-apocalypse fic.
Then Bobby said something and John didn't catch all of it, but it had something to do with life's big words.
Option E. Bobby/John that I wrote for someone who apparently had expected a happy ending. You know better now,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mikhale!
Once again he was reminded of how much he hated superglue.
Superglue. Okay, so this isn't the first line technically, but I wrote this fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
firstlines1000 and they provided the first line for us.
FOR ASLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN
Peter replies ‘no’ and Edmund replies ‘probably not’ but Lucy wonders how well you remember someone you can’t mourn.
Where No Carnation Fades. In which I was still newly indignant at 'The Last Battle'.
“If only there was a way,” Susan muses, “to receive these fine gifts without bothering with the suitors who bring them.”
to know these songs and to sing them. Although I spent more time and blood and tears on 'Crowning of a Heart', I do feel that this one is tight and neat in a way 'Crowning' isn't.
Edmund surpassed her in height years ago, and Susan grows to hate having to look up to see his eyes.
this room has many windows. I AM SURPRISED THERE IS NOT MORE SUSAN/PETER/EDMUND. WHY?! WHY?!?
After a year of being convinced that his memories have become more vivid than his life, Peter runs into an impossibly blue sea and is glad to be proven wrong.
Crowning of a Heart. Title from a Trail of Dead song of the same name. omg check out the lyrics, it is TOTALLY peter/susan. I kind of listened to this song on repeat when I had writer's block. Most of the song is instrumental and beautiful, which is great, 'cos mostly Conrad Keely can't sing.
Susan knows magic when she sees it, when she feels it.
Salva Veritate. If Susan and Tom Riddle were circles in a Venn diagram, the intersected area would have 'magic' and 'trauma'.
Anna knows this is a dream because she is in Cair Paravel.
remember me as a time of day. I did it for the mental images.
After the battle, after gathering the fallen, after the flagons of wine are distributed, Caspian follows Susan to the river.
And do not learn from/Experience. Caspian/Susan is one of those ships I thought I would read and write and adore, but the sheer amount of badfic it has generated has turned me off of the whole business. But here's me when I was still young and starry-eyed about it. (Secretly I am still waiting for a great Caspian/Susan fic to magically turn up.)
In the days of the Golden Age, Edmund headed a coalition that had no name and whose members wore no distinguishing crest.
to walk without hurry/under trees. Kind of my favorite part of the 'Hidden Pictures' series.
It’s not as bad as the first time, because this time they didn’t grow up first.
they would bend to kiss the earth/and return, their lean faces housing mystery. I started 'Hidden Pictures' with Peter&Susan and I didn't ship them then. By the time I wrote this part, I was totally shipping them. Not that much changes in-between though, except for maybe the post-Jadis part where I have Peter playing with Susan's hair. (I use the "tangling X's fingers in Y's hair" device much too much.)
So these aren't the last 25 fics I wrote. I chose them on a basis of first lines I like and also stories I (still) like.
Boondock Saints
They don't help each other.
- 25 Cents. The first BDS fic I wrote, but not the first I posted. I didn't like it then very much for some reason, maybe something related to the dialogue, but I do like it now.
"Stick it in your nose."
- You Can Pick Your Friends, and You Can Pick Your Nose, But You Can't Pick Your Friend's Nose. It isn't angst!
Fight Club
In Project Mayhem they have no names.
Exhaust. Okay, so credit for the first line actually goes to Palahniuk.
Harry Potter
Ginny sat on the window ledge of the Astronomy Tower, legs dangling over several stories of empty space.
My Iron Lung. Does the Wizarding world have cigarettes? I guess it's not like Rowling would write about chain-smokers and drunkards in a book for kids. I kind of assume no cigarettes in this one, but otherwise I like it. I never did so much like the sassyfirecracker!Ginny of the later books. I prefer my Ginny haunted by Tom!
A lazy summer sunrise found young Narcissa Black on her sister’s bed, willing the minutes to be as the sky: slow, sweet, golden.
untitled. It was going to be Narcissa/Bellatrix, but then I lost steam. I like to wander around HP fandom but I could never settle there 'cos the place was so huge.
RPF
He didn't read the letters anymore because the letters didn't go to him.
Insert Name Here. This is Brad Pitt gen. No, seriously. Don't look at me like that. I was writing on a wave of Troy RPS, so this is pre-Brangelina. Also, you can see my kind of see my senioritis in this.
Dom looks up novels set in Vancouver on Amazon.com.
Stories About Vancouver. Oh, lotrips, how shiny you were! When I reread this fic, I was surprised by how a lot of the sentiments rang true for me. I mean, I relate MORE to Dom now more than I did when I was writing it. I didn't know what it was like to fall in love when I wrote it, and rereading this I was like, "How the hell did I know what I was talking about?"
Billy has this fantasy of running full-tilt at a taxying airplane.
Departure Lounge. More lotrips!
Brian finds it easier to focus on nouns.
Verbatim. WEEZER RPS. Weezer was, like, my first fandom when I was conscious of what a fandom was. Now it's like, REMEMBER MIKEY WELSH??
Red Dragon
Three-fourteen in the morning: his eyes snapped open like a trap in reverse.
Do You Dream? Because I have a huge boner for Edward Norton and a thing for one-sided creepiness.
X2
Rogue doesn't ask any questions when an inebriated John throws pebbles at her window at half past two in the morning.
2:30 AM. I kind of like John/Rogue more than Bobby/John? Unless it's Bobby/John/Rogue, which is what John/Rogue is by default. Ya, you notice it is not on this LJ! That's 'cos 0100111 was my RL LJ waaaaay back in the day, before I decided to make an LJ just for fandom.
Ring, goes the phone.
This Side of the Sun. In which I betray a love for Edward Hopper.
You find yourself comparing his house and your old house.
Prometheus. ALRIGHT JUST KEEP SCROLLING DOWN, past that horrible meta, I promise the fic is under all that. Ugh, I should keep long meta posts to a minimum. But anyway! John gen! My career in X2 generated a lot of John gen.
It was a long walk to the mansion.
Shadow Friendly. The post-apocalypse fic.
Then Bobby said something and John didn't catch all of it, but it had something to do with life's big words.
Option E. Bobby/John that I wrote for someone who apparently had expected a happy ending. You know better now,
mikhale!Once again he was reminded of how much he hated superglue.
Superglue. Okay, so this isn't the first line technically, but I wrote this fic for
firstlines1000 and they provided the first line for us.FOR ASLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN
Peter replies ‘no’ and Edmund replies ‘probably not’ but Lucy wonders how well you remember someone you can’t mourn.
Where No Carnation Fades. In which I was still newly indignant at 'The Last Battle'.
“If only there was a way,” Susan muses, “to receive these fine gifts without bothering with the suitors who bring them.”
to know these songs and to sing them. Although I spent more time and blood and tears on 'Crowning of a Heart', I do feel that this one is tight and neat in a way 'Crowning' isn't.
Edmund surpassed her in height years ago, and Susan grows to hate having to look up to see his eyes.
this room has many windows. I AM SURPRISED THERE IS NOT MORE SUSAN/PETER/EDMUND. WHY?! WHY?!?
After a year of being convinced that his memories have become more vivid than his life, Peter runs into an impossibly blue sea and is glad to be proven wrong.
Crowning of a Heart. Title from a Trail of Dead song of the same name. omg check out the lyrics, it is TOTALLY peter/susan. I kind of listened to this song on repeat when I had writer's block. Most of the song is instrumental and beautiful, which is great, 'cos mostly Conrad Keely can't sing.
Susan knows magic when she sees it, when she feels it.
Salva Veritate. If Susan and Tom Riddle were circles in a Venn diagram, the intersected area would have 'magic' and 'trauma'.
Anna knows this is a dream because she is in Cair Paravel.
remember me as a time of day. I did it for the mental images.
After the battle, after gathering the fallen, after the flagons of wine are distributed, Caspian follows Susan to the river.
And do not learn from/Experience. Caspian/Susan is one of those ships I thought I would read and write and adore, but the sheer amount of badfic it has generated has turned me off of the whole business. But here's me when I was still young and starry-eyed about it. (Secretly I am still waiting for a great Caspian/Susan fic to magically turn up.)
In the days of the Golden Age, Edmund headed a coalition that had no name and whose members wore no distinguishing crest.
to walk without hurry/under trees. Kind of my favorite part of the 'Hidden Pictures' series.
It’s not as bad as the first time, because this time they didn’t grow up first.
they would bend to kiss the earth/and return, their lean faces housing mystery. I started 'Hidden Pictures' with Peter&Susan and I didn't ship them then. By the time I wrote this part, I was totally shipping them. Not that much changes in-between though, except for maybe the post-Jadis part where I have Peter playing with Susan's hair. (I use the "tangling X's fingers in Y's hair" device much too much.)
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Well, I am waiting for someone to write Susan/Edmund so I don't have to, but we don't always get what we want! *meaningful eyes*
In other news, ROGUE AND PYRO OMG I'M COMING BACK TO READ THAT LATER.
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“My spies are not a queen of Narnia,” he replied, leaning back in his seat, “whose beauty brings men to their knees.”
“You flatter me.”
“You’re susceptible to it,” said Edmund, “though it is that receptiveness that makes men susceptible to you. I tell you this now so you will be aware and on your guard.”
And it pleased him to see her frown.
i've been scribbling bits and pieces of it in the margins of my notebook, but who knows when the whole thing will actually pull together.
ooh maybe you might like also 'this side of the sun', which
isisn'tisisn't pyro/bobby/rogue.no subject
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