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Why are they always outside my door? *shakes head* The good thing about college: no one to tell you to eat something other than cereal for dinner.
"What the fuck is this?" Sirius screams, more delighted than anything else as fireworks explode in bright bursts of color around him. "I didn't know the Muggles could do this!"
"Padfoot!" James calls, laughing, and Sirius takes the motorbike down so fast it leaves a shallow hollow in the earth where he lands.
James is waiting with his back to the wall next to the door and a bottle of Muggle bourbon in his hand, dressed in jeans and a jumper. He looks good enough to eat.
James sees the look and grins broadly. He pops the cap off the bottle and tips it back, muscles in his long neck working as he drinks. Sirius snatches the bottle from him, sloshing bourbon all down the front of James's jumper, and drinks some himself. He can still feel the lingering warmth of James's mouth on the bottle neck.
"Idiot," James says fondly, slapping his shoulder. "Get inside before we freeze."
"Yes, mum," Sirius grins, turning to get the door open. It's unlocked.
"Flooed over," James shrugs, stepping inside. "You really need to clean your --"
Sirius kisses him to make him shut up, the half-empty bottle rolling away and spilling bourbon all over the floor as he pins James against the door, hands on the edge of hot skin between jumper and jeans. James puts his arms around him and kisses back, biting and nipping at Sirius's mouth. He tastes like alcohol and candy.
"Happy New Year's," he says finally, breathlessly, as they both pause and pull back for air.
"Is that what all this is about?" Sirius mutters and leans in again to nuzzle at James's neck. "I like it."
*
He won't let Anakin touch him.
*
"You're not a Jedi," Anakin said viciously.
*
"Oh, for God's sake," Rodney yells and finally turns around. It only takes him a minute to realize the ranking SGC officers -- the God damn Air Force -- are standing in the back of his classroom, including both General Carter and General Mitchell. Rodney goes from burning anger to ice cold rage in an instant.
"Get out of my classroom," he said viciously. "Get out of my classroom right now."
"Lieutenant," Carter said, unsmiling; one of the airment-in-training went to the door at the back of the classroom and opened it.
Sheppard walked in.
"What the fuck is this?" Rodney managed, but that was all. It was like all the air had been driven from the room.
"Well, hell, maybe you should kill him," Han decides. "All we need is two Vaders running around the galaxy."
*
New York! New York, the queen of cities, New York the bitch-goddess, who conquers and divides, who tears and devours, who fucks raw and makes whole again.
*
"Casualty of war, Dean. Didn't your daddy teach you that?"
*
He can hear the sound of his own bones reforming.
*
"What happened?" Anakin yelled, slamming Luke up against the nearest wall, too angry to bother trying to keep the Force-compulsion out of his voice. "What in Sith hells did that bastard do to him?"
"I don't know!" Luke yelled back. "Now let go of me, you crazy bastard!"
Anakin's face twisted in a snarl, but he slammed Luke hard against the wall and then stepped back, wiping his hands fastidiously on the sides of his pants. "You aren't a Jedi," he said coldly. "You won't ever be a Jedi."
"Well, I will be damned," the Alliance captain said eagerly. "Simon Tam, as I live and breathe. They said you'd gone rogue on us, but I told them you'd never betray the Alliance, not for anything."
Mal saw Simon's smile fray slightly at the edges. "It's true," he said. "Zak, it's true."
The captain scowled. He said, "What'd they do to you?"
"None of your business," Mal decided firmly. "Now that that's cleared up, I'd like to take my ship and my crew and get back to the good, honest work we were doing before you boys showed up." He grabbed Simon's arm, but the younger man just stood there, staring at the Alliance captain.
"You're just going to let us go?" he said.
The captain shrugged. "What would they do to you if I took you back?"
Mal saw Simon blanch, but all he said was, "Kill me, probably." His voice was very calm.
"You saved my life and my eye out there," the captain said. "Look at it as a turn around."
*
Anakin Skywalker found out Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn't dead when he saw him executed on the steps of the Jedi Temple, broadcast live across the galaxy via the HoloNet.
*
This is a tragedy in every sense of the word.
*
Love has enough power to destroy a galaxy.
"What the fuck is this?" Sirius screams, more delighted than anything else as fireworks explode in bright bursts of color around him. "I didn't know the Muggles could do this!"
"Padfoot!" James calls, laughing, and Sirius takes the motorbike down so fast it leaves a shallow hollow in the earth where he lands.
James is waiting with his back to the wall next to the door and a bottle of Muggle bourbon in his hand, dressed in jeans and a jumper. He looks good enough to eat.
James sees the look and grins broadly. He pops the cap off the bottle and tips it back, muscles in his long neck working as he drinks. Sirius snatches the bottle from him, sloshing bourbon all down the front of James's jumper, and drinks some himself. He can still feel the lingering warmth of James's mouth on the bottle neck.
"Idiot," James says fondly, slapping his shoulder. "Get inside before we freeze."
"Yes, mum," Sirius grins, turning to get the door open. It's unlocked.
"Flooed over," James shrugs, stepping inside. "You really need to clean your --"
Sirius kisses him to make him shut up, the half-empty bottle rolling away and spilling bourbon all over the floor as he pins James against the door, hands on the edge of hot skin between jumper and jeans. James puts his arms around him and kisses back, biting and nipping at Sirius's mouth. He tastes like alcohol and candy.
"Happy New Year's," he says finally, breathlessly, as they both pause and pull back for air.
"Is that what all this is about?" Sirius mutters and leans in again to nuzzle at James's neck. "I like it."
*
He won't let Anakin touch him.
*
"You're not a Jedi," Anakin said viciously.
*
"Oh, for God's sake," Rodney yells and finally turns around. It only takes him a minute to realize the ranking SGC officers -- the God damn Air Force -- are standing in the back of his classroom, including both General Carter and General Mitchell. Rodney goes from burning anger to ice cold rage in an instant.
"Get out of my classroom," he said viciously. "Get out of my classroom right now."
"Lieutenant," Carter said, unsmiling; one of the airment-in-training went to the door at the back of the classroom and opened it.
Sheppard walked in.
"What the fuck is this?" Rodney managed, but that was all. It was like all the air had been driven from the room.
"Well, hell, maybe you should kill him," Han decides. "All we need is two Vaders running around the galaxy."
*
New York! New York, the queen of cities, New York the bitch-goddess, who conquers and divides, who tears and devours, who fucks raw and makes whole again.
*
"Casualty of war, Dean. Didn't your daddy teach you that?"
*
He can hear the sound of his own bones reforming.
*
"What happened?" Anakin yelled, slamming Luke up against the nearest wall, too angry to bother trying to keep the Force-compulsion out of his voice. "What in Sith hells did that bastard do to him?"
"I don't know!" Luke yelled back. "Now let go of me, you crazy bastard!"
Anakin's face twisted in a snarl, but he slammed Luke hard against the wall and then stepped back, wiping his hands fastidiously on the sides of his pants. "You aren't a Jedi," he said coldly. "You won't ever be a Jedi."
"Well, I will be damned," the Alliance captain said eagerly. "Simon Tam, as I live and breathe. They said you'd gone rogue on us, but I told them you'd never betray the Alliance, not for anything."
Mal saw Simon's smile fray slightly at the edges. "It's true," he said. "Zak, it's true."
The captain scowled. He said, "What'd they do to you?"
"None of your business," Mal decided firmly. "Now that that's cleared up, I'd like to take my ship and my crew and get back to the good, honest work we were doing before you boys showed up." He grabbed Simon's arm, but the younger man just stood there, staring at the Alliance captain.
"You're just going to let us go?" he said.
The captain shrugged. "What would they do to you if I took you back?"
Mal saw Simon blanch, but all he said was, "Kill me, probably." His voice was very calm.
"You saved my life and my eye out there," the captain said. "Look at it as a turn around."
*
Anakin Skywalker found out Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn't dead when he saw him executed on the steps of the Jedi Temple, broadcast live across the galaxy via the HoloNet.
*
This is a tragedy in every sense of the word.
*
Love has enough power to destroy a galaxy.
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Date: 2007-07-08 05:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-08 06:03 pm (UTC)James/Sirius is my HP OTP. It's a tragic love story! ...I always go for the tragedies, god damn it.
There are ficsnippets all over my journal from the last two weeks! Brown makes me write a lot. I mean, a lot. *pause* Oh, yeah, I'm in a creative writing class. Silly me!
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Date: 2007-07-08 06:22 pm (UTC)Lmao, I tend to gravitate towards the more "weird" HP pairings, like Harry/Lucius and Harry/Voldemort. Harry/Charlie is pretty awesome, though. And, of course, Harry/Snape.
Yeah, I've been reading all of the snippits gleefully, wishing for more more more! :D The joys of a creative writing class!
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Date: 2007-07-08 06:46 pm (UTC)Er. When I read Harry, I usually read Harry/Draco. Yes. I am a lemming. (I always wanted some good Harry/Fleur, though, at least before OotP came out.)
I'm writing every day! I'm writing a lot every day! It's a good thing we don't have to turn in our writing journals, because mine is, like, three-fourths fic. A lot of Star Wars fic, with a smattering of everything else. It's a chance for me to write the little bits I've always wanted, the ones without real stories attached, like the Firefly fic where Simon was a doctor in the war and never saw fit to inform anyone on Serenity. Probably because Mal would kill him a lot.
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Date: 2007-07-08 07:17 pm (UTC)I used to read Harry/Draco, but now I'm really not a fan of it. It's ALL THE SAME to me.
I really want to get a small tape recorder to keep under my pillow, because I always have random plots come to me while I'm half-asleep in bed, and they're gone before I can wake up and get to them. Like the dream I had last night/this morning, about how the USA became a really locked-down dystopian dictatorship, and Asia and the Middle East was the "good" guys, where anyone in the US who wasn't on the President-for-Life's good side fled to regroup. And I've forgotten so much of the plot already, but it was really really awesome and dark and I want to write it for NaNo.
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Date: 2007-07-08 08:44 pm (UTC)There are a crazy amount of good writers in the SGA fandom, way more than a fandom coming from that kind of source material should have.
I have the first season on DVD, and I'm planning on getting the second season; I know sort of what happened in the third season.
Er. My conservative side won't let me reply to that, but I have a fic rec! It's SG-1, by
Yeah, I get a lot of weird/good ideas and images when I'm half-asleep -- like the ficbit a couple days ago, with Sam Carter and the talking Ancient bird and John/Rodney? Yeah. And this thing this morning involving herds and herds and herds of sheep.
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Date: 2007-07-08 09:06 pm (UTC)I don't know SG-1 as well as SGA, but I want to read the fic. How much do I need to know to read it?
I would pay good money to see McKay punch Sheppard. Especially a Shep who's been on the run from the Wraith :D.
Yes, I remember the Ancient bird and the McShep snippit :D.
Herds of sheep? Man, your dreams are weird ;)
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Date: 2007-07-08 09:30 pm (UTC)Hell if I know. I'm not current with any SG-1 canon; I'm one of those people that reads things and picks up bits and pieces from all over the place. It's a dark AU, at least.
This Rodney is more or less the Rodney of
That was crack, man, seriously. I hate birds. I have an ageless, undying phobia of birds because they're really damn creepy. And Sam Carter doesn't particularly do much for me either.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA.
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Date: 2007-07-08 10:14 pm (UTC)I love Rodney is synecdochic's 'verse... he's so much stronger and more complete, but without him becoming someone he's not. He's still McKay, just a little wiser.
There's nothing wrong with long fic titles!! And see! You have plot, and a title, so now you HAVE to write it ;).
... why do you hate birds? That's a phobia I've never heard of before.
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Date: 2007-07-08 10:53 pm (UTC)And to balance him out, you've got a John that's lost absolutely everything, one who's so much harder and more dangerous even than canon John. Put him together with that Rodney and you've got something scary. (Fun fact: that 'verse's Rodney killed himself rather than be taken by the Wraith. I was not kidding when I say John lost everything.)
No. No, I don't have a plot, I have a premise. I don't have an accompanying plot for that premise, and I'm pretty sure I need a plot before I can build a fic around it.
Because birds are fucking creepy, that's why. The wings and the feathers and the claws -- talons, whatever -- and the beaks and the beady little eyes and the wings -- that's not natural, that's what it is. I really, really hate birds, and they scare me a lot.
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Date: 2007-07-08 11:26 pm (UTC)Huh, the weather network says it's supposed to be thunderstorming outside my window right now, but it's actually clear and the first sign of sunlight that i've seen all weekend. Bravo, Weather Channel, for being So Very Wrong in your forecast.
Sounds like a pretty solid premise to me! I'm just eager for more SGA fic, because I feel like I've read all of the Awesome Fics in the fandom, the ones everyone's recced, and I don't have the energy to go digging, and I LOVED "Freedom's Just Another Word" and its sequel, because that's such a brilliant idea for a fic and it's never written.
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Date: 2007-07-08 11:43 pm (UTC)What, the news be right for once? Never.
But I still have no plot! Nearly everything I write has to be built around some kind of plot -- that's why my CSI:NY fics almost always have a stabilizing pillar of some kind of case that's being worked in the background, even the AUs. Maybe I'll write it when I can think of a good plot, but until then...I got nothing.
You could watch some really, really awesome SGA vids.
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Date: 2007-07-09 12:42 am (UTC)Yeah, but this is so wrong that it hurts. This is CLEAR AND SUNNY instead of SEVERE THUNDERSTORMS.
Well, you have the beginning of a plot... on a parallel Atlantis, the Wraith kill everyone, but John lives and becomes a Runner. In another universe, something happens and Rodney ends up leaving the SGC and teaching. Runner!John escapes to teacher!Rodney's world, where the SGC decides to use him to get Rodney back into the program. There's LOTS OF ANGST, which you should like, and they, what, go off and battle the wraith?
I'm reading SG1 fic now, and it's ALL your fault ;)
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Date: 2007-07-09 01:21 am (UTC)...that's pretty wrong. Oh, great, now I'm imagining what would have happened if the Storm in SGA was just a big false alarm.
...hold on. There's a plot coming in. Involving the Wraith from John's 'verse. Which have, at this point in time, overrun most of the Milky Way. And there's a quantum mirror, or a stargate malfunction, or something that somehow got John from his 'verse to Rodney's. And there's the Wraith. ARGH. DEATH DEATH DEATH.
Hey, hold on, I don't like angst! What are you saying at me?
Oh, poor baby. Read the McShep kissing meme (http://sheafrotherdon.livejournal.com/144327.html) instead. And! I'll rec two of the most brilliant SGA McShep vids I have ever seen in my long and varied career of vid-watching at you (both streamed on imeem): "My Brilliant Idea" (http://sublim.imeem.com/video/5-MRQkHo/my_brilliant_idea/) and "Grace Kelly" (http://dkwilliams.imeem.com/video/F-6nw66k/sgagrace_minor_reedit/).
*cough* I've been watching a lot of vids. One of these days, sometime soon, my vid rec list will premier. It is not today.
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Date: 2007-07-09 10:28 am (UTC)See, see? Plot! *all cheerful and excited*
I rarely watch vids, actually... I don't know why, but I really dislike watching them. I'll watch the rare one on YouTube, but mostly I use sites that that for catching things from regular TV that I missed.
I imagine if the Storm on Atlantis ended up being a false alarm, Rodney would be in a wee bit of trouble ;).
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Date: 2007-07-09 08:23 pm (UTC)*snort* Don't hold our breath. I'll hold out until I get season two, at the very least.
Huh. I love vids; I have some really, really amazing ones on my comp or recced on my LJ. I love fandom; so many different media to show love!
Was Rodney the one who predicted it? I don't remember.