Title: She Wonders
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG for language
- how I feel:
drained - what i'm listening to:First of the Gang- Zee Avi
I'm putting off packing for the senior retreat tomorrow. Mostly because I don't want to think about being a senior and all that college. Also, depressing: my top choice for a school is $50,000 a year. I don't think my family has ever had that much combined.
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awanderingbardFive Pairings + Five songs that remind me of them
Bella/Edward (Twilight) Being general, obnoxious Mary Sues
Born Beautiful- Kind of Like Spitting
Born Beautiful- Kind of Like Spitting
They were born beautiful, so right away
They swore that they'd get themselves a house one day
And read to each other, despite all the others
That have passed through their back gates
They were both radiant, and far away
Living on a diet of romance and faith
[...]
Because it's not pretty
And if you had to watch a movie of it
I'm sure you'd both be horrified and bored
(It should be noted that I hate both Bella and Edward witha burning passion unknown to my Twi-hard peers)
Spock/Vulcan (ST:IX) Watching Vulcan go *ploof*
Plus Rien- Les Cowboys Fringants
Il ne reste que quelques minutes à ma vie
Tout au plus quelques heures je sens que je faiblis
Mon frère est mort hier au milieu du désert
Je suis maintenant le dernier humain de la terre
[There are but moments left to my life
No more than a few hours as I sense myself weaken
My brother died yesterday in the middle of the desert
I am now the last man of the Earth]
Mais moi je n'ai vu qu'une planète désolante
Paysages lunaires et chaleur suffocante
Et tous mes amis mourir par la soif ou la faim
Comme tombent les mouches jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait plus rien...
Plus rien... Plus rien...
[But I never saw but a desolate planet Lunar landscapes and suffocating heat
And all my friends die of thirst or hunger
Like flies falling 'til there was but nothing...
Nothing... Nothing... ]
N'aura été qu'un beau cadeau empoisonné
Car il ne reste que quelques minutes à la vie
Tout au plus quelques heures je sens que je faiblis
Je ne peux plus marcher j'ai peine à respirer
Adieu l'humanité... Adieu l'humanité...
[Really the intelligence we were given
Was but a beautiful poisoned gift
For there are but moments left to my life
No more than a few hours as I sense myself weaken
I can no longer walk I have trouble breathing
Goodbye humanity... Goodbye humanity... ]
(As you can see, our silly English does nothing for this song)
Mitchell/Lauren (Being Human) Fucked-up, Vampire Love
Friday XII- Deer Tick
Come on baby, it's a quarter to five
I've been living on the couch and losing my mind
I haven't gotten the touch in long, long time, since
Friday the 13th, Part 9, going to hell.
Looking through all the magazines
I can drink alot better than I could in my teens
Haven't learned nothing but to kick and scream
But as civilized as we could ever dream on one Saturday.
Come on baby, don't you feel alright
It feels like forever since I've been warm at night
So let's get back to all that was fair and just
Won't you please love me again.
Kind of attraction I couldn't leave
[...]
I woke up in the middle of the night,
Sheets soft, still, drunk, terrified,
Something tells me you're not alive
Pulse keeps getting softer
[...]
I need you good, all your heart and soul
We've been living in the dark and digging our holes
But all we need is under our nose
Boy don't you think I know, I guess so.
(This is a duet and the girl sounds very Lauren-ish. Only seek this band out if you're ready for a full time addiction)
Tom Paris/B'elana Torres (ST:VOY) Being my favorite Star Trek couple ever
You Are the Best Thing- Ray Lamontagne
Baby
It’s been a long day, baby.
Things ain’t going my way
You know I need you here
Here by my side
All of the time
And Baby, the way you move me its crazy.
It’s like, you see right through me, you make it easier,
You please me and you don’t even have to try.
Oh because,
You are the best thing
You are the best thing
You are the best thing
Ever happened to me
Baby,
We’ve come a long way, baby.
You know, I hope and I pray that you believe me
When I say this love will never fade away
Oh because
You are the best thing
You are the best thing
You are the best thing
ever happened to me
Now both of us have known love before,
To come on up promising, like the spring, just walk on out the door.
Our hearts are kind and are hearts are strong.
well, let me tell you what exactly is on my mind.
(I don't know why this is my favorite pairing, but they were before I even knew what a pairing was when I started watching as a little kid)
Jim Kirk /Winona Kirk(ST:IX) In that mother/son way
Mama Tried- Merle Haggard
The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.
Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.
Bonus Crack!
Sulu/Chekov (ST:IX) Its only kinky for like... 12 months
Sewenteen Forewer- Metro Station
You are young and I am scared
You're wise beyond your years, but I don't care
And I can feel your heartbeat
You know exactly where to take me
We're one mistake from being together
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't be sewenteen forewer
And we can get away with this tonight
"Vill you remember me?"
You ask me as I leave
Remember what I said
Oh how could I, oh how could I forget?
- what i'm listening to:I Was A Cage- Right Away, Great Captain
Title: Five Terrible Things for Jim Kirk's Health and One Very, Very Good Thing
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: R for situation, language and awesome
( 5+1=JimCoy )
- what i'm listening to:I've Been Eating For You- Bright Eyes
What the shit am I supposed to wear?
I'm sorry to everyone whose Friend's Page I'm cluttering, but this summer has unraveled my self-esteem like a Forever 21 sweater.
Dear Elle Magazine,
Beyonce is NOT curvy.
Beyonce has 'curves', but she is not 'curvy'.
Yes, when you put her next to Audrey Tautou, she looks more volumptous. But no, she is not curvy.
Yes, when you put her next to Audrey Tautou, she looks more volumptous. But no, she is not curvy.
If you're to believe every magazine I've ever read, I am curvy. I am 5'2 and 150 pounds.
So if you're trying to tell me that what looks good on B. is going to look good on me, you are snorting crazy fashion crack. Just 'cuz she has a 'donk.
B.
And while we're on the subject, I hate the word curves.
They've never felt like curves, they're more like lumps.
Don't call them curves, they are lumps. And theres nothing wrong with lumps, but as long as you call them curves, you're acting like there is something to be ashamed of.
I have lumps.
There! I said it.
L-U-M-P-S.
And on a good day, they look very good. They are very good looking lumps.
And further more, you're never advising me to 'play up' my 'curves', you are advising me to hide my curves. And it's never flattering. Its like, gross cheap jeans. And stop refferring me to Torrid! I used to shop there. I know Torrid. Their clothes are fine, but that aren't of good quality and if every girl of substance went there, we'd all look the same.
But I digress.
Elle, give me a celebrity that I can actually look like. Give me Adele. Give me America Ferrara. Give me whoever.
Don't give me Beyonce.
I could never in a million years look like Beyonce.
And have you ever thought, that maybe, just maybe, not everyone wants to be a sample size?
I guess the bottom line is, you don't want the Adeles and Americas of the world to be seen holding your skinny bitch magazine. And if you don't pubish fashion articles that cater to us, we won't buy you.
Well that's bullshit.
I"m going to start a lumpy girl fashion magazine and one day, all your skinny bitch readers are going to shoplift Lumps from CVS so the clerk won't look at them like 'What the fuck are you doing buying this magazine?' and cut it up and plaster all those beautifully lumpy girls all over their walls and wish they were lumpy.
So.
Suck it.
Shut the Fuck Up,
Sara
Don't call them curves, they are lumps. And theres nothing wrong with lumps, but as long as you call them curves, you're acting like there is something to be ashamed of.
I have lumps.
There! I said it.
L-U-M-P-S.
And on a good day, they look very good. They are very good looking lumps.
And further more, you're never advising me to 'play up' my 'curves', you are advising me to hide my curves. And it's never flattering. Its like, gross cheap jeans. And stop refferring me to Torrid! I used to shop there. I know Torrid. Their clothes are fine, but that aren't of good quality and if every girl of substance went there, we'd all look the same.
But I digress.
Elle, give me a celebrity that I can actually look like. Give me Adele. Give me America Ferrara. Give me whoever.
Don't give me Beyonce.
I could never in a million years look like Beyonce.
And have you ever thought, that maybe, just maybe, not everyone wants to be a sample size?
I guess the bottom line is, you don't want the Adeles and Americas of the world to be seen holding your skinny bitch magazine. And if you don't pubish fashion articles that cater to us, we won't buy you.
Well that's bullshit.
I"m going to start a lumpy girl fashion magazine and one day, all your skinny bitch readers are going to shoplift Lumps from CVS so the clerk won't look at them like 'What the fuck are you doing buying this magazine?' and cut it up and plaster all those beautifully lumpy girls all over their walls and wish they were lumpy.
So.
Suck it.
Shut the Fuck Up,
Sara
I have hit a writing wall and if I have some puppy eyed person just waitin' on a fic, then I'm like a bajillion times more likely to write it. However, I am going back to school on Tuesday and shall have less time for interweb shenanigans.
Only fandoms I am familiar with, plz. That means: Star Trek, Twilight, Harry Potter, Being Human, BtVS/Angel, Supernatural (up to season 3, where I lost steam and stopped watching), Naruto (omg, I know, I was soooo young), etc. etc. etc.
AUs, crack, fluff, whatevs. I'm pretty bad at smut, as I fail at reallife!smut. Thas okay. I like fandom better than people anyway.
Kthnx<3
- how I feel:requesty
- what i'm listening to:Love Story- Taylor Swift
However:
-I friended Z.Quints on my myspace music account and squee'd even though he totes didn' personally accept it
-I had to stop myself from googling Anton Yelchin.
-Funton Factchin- Anton Yelchin and his adorable tiny teeth were born four days and 2 years before me. MEANT2B.
-I searched fruitlessly for Chris Pine's myspace
Also, I watched New in Town with my bffl and its a Star Trek AU begging to happen. Charismatic Citified Blonde meets Stubbly Plaid Shirted Single Father? omgwtfstix.
Title: One of those Hideous Fics Where the Mother Moves to Mexico and Makes You Go Live With Your Father in Space (7/?)
Chapter: 6. Sexual Harrassment (or The Entrance of Cupcake)
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG for language
Summary: Because being alone with Leonard means that we’re going to talk about things we don’t talk about in other peoples’ presence. Like how babies are made or why I have been less than warm and fuzzy towards him or why in the fuck hell did he jet for the Midwest the minute the ink dried on his divorce.
( Maybe I should start leaving breadcrumb trails )
- how I feel:
blah - what i'm listening to:Data and Worf- Jacob Borshard
Am watching the TOS episode when they find Khan.
Bones is like... the absolute shizznit.
"Either choke me or cut my throat, make up your mind"
Title: One of those Hideous Fics Where the Mother Moves to Mexico and Makes You Go Live With Your Father in Space (6/?)
Chapter: 6. The Bitch Bubble
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG for language
Summary: "Your father asked me to try and make this an easy transition."
( I am a sixteen-year-old only child, living on a star ship with a bunch of strangers a decade older than me, hurtling around space with a father I haven’t seen since I was twelve, no contact with anyone my age, a bunch of scratchy holo-lessons to keep me occupied and a limited supply of nailpolish. I am moody and horny and angry and sad and I’m not about to go quietly )
- how I feel:
sick - what i'm listening to:Homesick- Kings of Conveniece
Title: Chronically, Sickeningly, Compulsively Straight
Pairing: Uhura/Spockish
Fandom: Star Trek XI , AU
Rating: PG for language
( Nyota Uhura is the perfect person for this position, and she knows this for a fact because Nyota Uhura does not fuck around. )
Title: Full Service
Pairing: Kirk/Bones, pre-smut
Fandom: Star Trek XI , AU
Rating: PG-13 for language
( He’s wearing a plaid shirt over a faded Jack Daniels t-shirt and, Jim hopes, dreams, prays, jeans that are just a bit too tight on the ass )
- what i'm listening to:American Boy- Estelle ft. Kanye West
Title: One of those Hideous Fics Where the Mother Moves to Mexico and Makes You Go Live With Your Father in Space (5/?)
Chapter: 5. Unicorns+Alcohol
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG for language
Summary: Alright, spaceman. I don’t know who told you that unicorns are my secret love, second only to make-you-blind moonshine, but it worked.
( “Vat is… jibblies?” )
- how I feel: sick
- what i'm listening to:the sound of my own coughs
Chapter: 4. Captain Cool
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG for language
Summary: I have to admit, fella is growing on me too.
( “Yeah, but I’m a Cool Captain. I’m the captain that let’s you stay up and watch Teen Choice Awards even though its on passed your bedtime and pretends not to notice when you steal a wine cooler from the cook-out.” )
- how I feel: lethargic
- what i'm listening to:The Ghost Inside Our House- Cloud Cult
Jesus.
Title: One of those Hideous Fics Where the Mother Moves to Mexico and Makes You Go Live With Your Father in Space (3/?)
Chapter: 3. The Reallifemare
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG for language
Summary: A dream where everything is shitty and I’m alone on a spaceship staffed four hundred Star Fleet educated idiots.
( Everyone is staring at me when I thread my way through the tables. Maybe because I’m a sixteen year-old-girl. Maybe because I have a slice of cake on a tray and nothing else. Maybe because I’m the only one in bunny slippers. )
- what i'm listening to:Travelin' Soldier- Dixie Chicks
Title: One of the Hideous Fics Where the Mother Moves to Mexico and Makes You Go Live With Your Father in Space (2/?)
Chapter: 2. In Space, No One Can Here You Scream (But That Won't Stop Me From Trying)
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG for language
Summary: For my first dinner as a practical hostage on an orbiting death trap, I will not have the self-pitying luxury of being alone, or at the very least, alone with Leonard.
( Beam me down! Beam me down! There’s been a terrible mistake! )
- how I feel:
creative - what i'm listening to:So Many Stars- Watercolor Paintings
God wants me to post this fic.
He made my train late. He made my friend's mom willing to pick me up later and closer to home. He made my computer still on.
This fic is based heavily on the wonderful Sonya Sones book One of Those Hideous Books Where the Mother Dies. If you haven't read it, even if you're not a 16 year old girl (I first read it at that age), even if you're not from Boston (even though I am), even if your parents aren't divorced, you should read it. I wasn't up for writing it free verse poetry style, which Sones does beautifully. Many of the plot points reminded me of something Joanna might go through and there is a serious absence of Joanna McCoy up in this fandom.
Title: One of the Hideous Fics Where the Mother Moves to Mexico and Makes You Go Live With Your Father in Space (1/?)
Chapter: 1. I Hate Space
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG for language
Summary: So here I am. Sitting in the intergalactic terminal. All my bags safely tucked in the hold of a flying space coffin. Chewing my nails while my mother drinks strawberry daiquiris. Going to live with my father, who hasn’t been much of a father at all..
( If anyone asks, I’ll say that my mother died. Freak hypospray accident, shuttle crash, spontaneous combustion. Anything. Anything at all is better than the truth. )
- where i am:ma chambre
- what i'm listening to:Friday XIII- Deer Tick
So I just heard that there might be a new Jacob and I was really excited. For about five seconds.
My big beef with Taylor Lautner is that he's not only not Native American, but he's not even sort of NOT white looking. He's just tan. And, he's Shark Boy. And not at all cute in any way.
But whatever.
I was all excited because I thought "Oh goody! The Twilight people have finally come to their senses and decided to choose an older Native actor to fill Taylor Lautner's scrawny, fairy faced shoes."
Oh how naive I was...
Its actually Michael Copon, and although I give him points for being in the Scorpion King and Power Rangers and all the wonderful fan art that could come from that. But. He's. Just. Another. Taylor. Lautner.
It begs a really important question.
Why the fuck can't they just choose a Native actor? And I know that Lautner IS part Native American because I just looked it up, but seriously could you tell? Why do they have to choose someone who can 'pass' (and btw, being TAN doesn't mean you 'pass' for anything besides a walking melanoma)? Teenage girls are going to go see the movies even if whoever plays Jacob isn't omfghottzorzlookathisabbbzzzzbeckkkyyy, so WHY can't they honor the character and the background and choose someone else? If Stephanie Meyer wanted Jacob to be a baby faced, over tanned 'only sort of Native American' boy, I feel like she would have written him in. If they were so willing to go out on a limb with so many of the Twilight actors and actresses and have so much sucess with it, why do they still insist on getting a big name 'superhottie' to draw in the 13-19 crowd for a role that isn't supposed to be overtly hot.
Maybe I'm ranting. I'm sorry if people like Lautner or something, but I don't find him appealing at all and I don't think he's a very good actor. In fact, I'm gonna go out there and say that I DON'T think the acting in Twilight was that strong and the only reason I actually saw it a second time was to get my friend to shut up about this guy she's into. After the initial "OMGITSTWILIGHTSOOOEXCITING", I realized it was just a sort of okay teen movie with lots of dynamic cuts and close ups on Robert Pattinson. Who's HILARIOUS in my opinion for being such a sweary, not-Edwardy person.
Hopefully we shan't be dissappointed again
- what i'm listening to:Coco- Gregory and the Hawk
So it's officially been 2 months since my last post, which effectively means that I haven't written a lick of fandom in that time. So I'm a little rusty.
Title: In Search of All Things Beautiful (AU)
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jasper/Alice
( He builds her a house on a bend in a river, because it fits her view of what the west should be )
- what i'm listening to:Dixie Chicks - Lullaby | Powered by Last.fm
Couldn't focus on studying for mid-terms, so I put on some muzak and wrote some stuff.
Oh, and I saw Twilight with my friends yesterday and then explained Breaking Dawn to my friend using my cellphone, a stick of eyeliner, a packet of Earl Grey tea and a movie ticket as characters. Why did I have all those things in my pocket? I don't know. I find crazy crap in there all the time.
Title: I'm Beggin' of You Please Don't Take My Man
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: PG
Song Inspiration: Jolene by Dolly Parton
Pairing: Jasper/Alice, Jasper/Victoria
( Victoria is so obviously everything Alice is not. )Title: Naked as We Came (AU)
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: PG
Song Inspiration: Naked as We Came- Iron and Wine
Pairing: Jasper/Alice
( There’s no room in the bed for corny sentiments or symbolic actions. )
Title: While Her Memory Worked In Reverse (AU)
Fandom: Twilight
Rating: PG13
Song Inspiration: Happiness- Elliot Smith
Pairing: Jasper/Alice
( Its all his fault that she’s here, he knows. )
- where i am:ma chambre
- how I feel:
crazy - what i'm listening to:Wilco - Heavy Metal Drummer | Powered by Last.fm
Title: If That Mockingbird Don't Sing
Fandom: Twilight
Table: Twilight 20, 'Sight'
Pairing: Jasper/Alice
( Read more... )
Title: Two Trees Falling in the Woods
Fandom: Twilight
Table: Twilight 20, 'Hearing'
Pairing: Jasper/Alice
( “You’ve done it,” Alice pipes. “You just haven’t been polite about it.” )
Title: Mary Took To Running With a Traveling Man (AU)
Fandom: Twilight
Table: Twilight 20, Possible
Pairing: Jasper/Alice
( Possibility I: Biloxi, Mississippi, 1918 )( Possibility II: Somewhere outside Ojuela, Mexico, 1924 )
Title: The Angel and the Badman (4/?)
Fandom: Twilight
Table: Twilight 20, 'Recognition'
Pairing: Jasper/Alice
( “I told you I warn’t no Angel, Miss Alice.” )
Title: The Angel and the Badman (5/?)
Fandom: Twilight
Table: Twilight 20, 'Death'
Pairing: Jasper/Alice
( “I was born in Texas, I was bred in Texas, I was trained in Texas, and I died in Mexico.” )
- what i'm listening to:The Mountain Goats - San Bernardino | Powered by Last.fm