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|  John-and-Teyla: RST, UST, friendship, team-mates, colleagues, allies... This thing-a-thon goes much further than merely a romantic relationship between the two characters - if you see them as friends, then sign up to write them as such! Thing-A-Thon: fic, icons, banners, wallpapers, drawings, music videos, original compositions - a variety of options. Comments on the post have been unscreened so you can get a feel for who's already participating, and sign-ups close at midnight, Thursday 15th May, US Pacific time. Banner by ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pentapus! | |
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| My house is really messy! I finished none of the articles I wanted to write today! I am an abject failure at everything, and just had cereal and an ice cream for dinner. So naturally I have decided that my evening is best spent writing a story to go with these sketches that Audz did for me last month. Because, REALLY, who DOESN'T enjoy stories about Mikeyway as a vampire? Let's be honest, now. Since the dotcoms newsletter doesn't link to my stuff (I know, I know, I don't post to communities, it's my own fault), comments from my flisties are double-nifty. Like ghosts in the snow by Mary Summary: They lost Mikey the night before last. ( Like ghosts in the snow ) | |
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| Crack Van Collision, a.k.a. cross-over day. Title: Moving On, by Astolat Pairing: Superman/Lex Luthor Author on LJ: astolatAuthor Website: http://www.intimations.org/Size: 19,100 words Why this must be read: Well, if you want to know that, then you'll enjoy reading this wry excerpt: Lex heard the impact from his office: the windows of the penthouse shattering on the other side of the building. "I'll have to call you back, Jensen," he said, and hung up on his call.
He poured Scotch for himself, a glass of fresh orange juice for Clark, and leaned back against the desk to wait, trying not to look too hard at his feelings. LexCorp had smashed past Wal-Mart and become the biggest corporation in the world five months ago when the new regenerative drugs cleared FDA approval and the stealth fighter contract came through the same week, setting off a stock-buying frenzy that had made his assistant's assistant a millionaire and the executives all billionaires. He'd smiled and drunk champagne with the board, shook his father's hand and looked at the baffled spite in his eyes, and gone to bed with the amazingly uninhibited activist from Greenpeace who'd crashed the party to throw oil into the punch. Afterwards he'd lain on his back staring at the ceiling and felt nothing: no excitement, no thrill.
He'd given away two and a half billion dollars in the last week alone, and the month was going to end up in the black anyway. One of his think tank people had come up with the idea of building an artificial archipelago in the South Pacific and declaring it a new nation under LexCorp governance, inviting people to become citizens, just to have something to do with the money. They'd bought a couple of islands to get started and already had a waiting list.
He owned five governors, twelve senators, thirty congressmen, and some ridiculous number of local politicians, not to mention most of the greatest city in the world. He had no children and five divorces and one alien enemy, and only the last one of those stirred any emotion in him at all anymore.
He didn't even know what had provoked Clark this time; there wasn't much going on. Nowadays he didn't break the law so much as he told his people what he wanted and they had the laws subtly changed to allow him to do it. He hadn't had anyone killed in years; people didn't stand up to him anymore. He'd been debating whether to run for president or throw it all away and turn costumed supervillain; or possibly both in that order. For all he knew, Clark was high on red kryptonite and coming here to kill him, and all Lex could feel was a glittering, sparkling thirst for something to happen.
The doors peeled themselves back and away, the haze of smoke and debris in the hallway cleared and a woman stepped into the office: six feet tall, red hair rioting over her shoulders, with the inhuman beauty of a supermodel after image manipulation except for the thin clinging film of grey dust on her skin and a trickle of blood down her arm.
"You're not who I was expecting," Lex said, contemplating her. He felt alert, alive. He thought he could taste Clark in this, two steps removed or less; and if not, at least a challenge, something worth caring about.
"I am Maxima of Almerac," she said, "and your defenses are pathetic. They could never have kept out Kal-El."
Lex smiled. He knew who she was. "They're not meant to," he said. "Can I offer you a drink?"_______________________ This is simply a magnificent example of Crack Fic: you can't wait to see what happens; Luthor's a suave sucker who gratifyingly gets his way, no matter that he peeves the Justice League by *ahem* getting his man - any time he wants; a-a-a-a-and, Astolat's manner of bedtime description in this fic? - it's merely framed by a context and an intro to the ambience, and you thereupon begin to imagine your own lush love scenes. Fine cracktastic yum. {and, face it - you can't turn away from mutecornett's printable lex luthor paper dolls featuring Lex's Galactic Get-ups.} Moving On, by Astolat | |
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| Can anyone rec me any mystery novels that work well as puzzles? What I mean is, books where-- if you thought about it really hard-- you could figure out who the culprit is before the detective announces it to everyone in the drawing-room. Where there aren't any last-second mystery revelations that the reader couldn't possibly have known, like the detective suddenly revealing that when she went off-camera in Chapter Two she was really making a visit to City Hall to dig up a birth certificate, and so she's known ALL ALONG that whats-her-face was really so-and-so's half-sister. (And yet somehow this knowledge that she gained never made it into her first-person narration.)
I *hate* that.
So, can anyone rec me any mystery novels that play fair, that actually present all the clues to the puzzle so that a reader could *conceivably* figure things out before the detective gathers everyone together for the denouement? I have been considering reading more mysteries with an eye towards actually trying this, but it seems like such a crapshoot when it comes to picking books that *actually work* in this regard and don't depend on the author irritatingly hiding knowledge from the *reader* that the POV character already knows. (P.S., even if you thought they were stupidly easy to figure out, that is fine; I'm really not good at mysteries.) | |
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| Back again!
Looking for a story in which Jeannie died in a car crash and Rodney has gone back to Earth to take care of Madison. Teyla kicks John's ass until he admits he has feelings for Rodney and shows up on Rodney's doorstep. It's the first part of a reasonably long series which ends up with Rodney & John a couple and adopting Madison who turns out to be amazingly intelligent and psychic. I think it was on Area 52 but I can't find it.
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| The one where John is all happy happy that DADT is no more and doesn't have to be concerned with the military response and McKay says its the scientists that you have to worry about. I think Kavanaugh might be a baddy - thou shall not suffer a man-lover to live- type.
Possibly found but not fully convinced in v short time by debris_k
"some guys have all the luck" http://eleveninches.livejournal.com/281009.html#cutid2 | |
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| Since everyone was so helpful (and quick!) on my first post, here's a couple more books I've been looking for.
One was definitely a children's book, I remember the illustrations. It was either called Flap or the main character's name (a boy) was Flap. He and the rest of his people were winged. I sadly don't recall much else about the story, except that maybe he wanted to go off and explore on his own. I also seem to remember the author's last name being either Eaton or Thaler. Unfortunately, when I try to search for it, all I get is flapbooks.
The other book is YA, and the title had something to do with an oryx. The main character was either Philip or Phillippe; I think that it might have been written in first-person. Philip or Phillippe had the ability to communicate with animals. There was something about how the root of his name went back to the Latin for 'horse', and he had a small animal - either a little dog, or a hamster or guinea pig - that had lost the use of its back legs, so he rigged up a roller skate for it to be mobile. There was also a scene where he demonstrated singing a song in a particular accent.
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| Title: Full of Secrets by Jennifer-Oksana Pairing: Mulder/Scully Author on LJ: n/a Author Website: web archived or Gossamer listingWhy this must be read:This fantastic crossover follows Mulder and Scully after their first case together in 1992. They are assigned to a murder case in Twin Peaks, WA, that may relate to the 1989 Laura Palmer case. Even Dale Cooper is a suspect. In tone, this is more "Twin Peaks" than "The X-Files" - or it's "The X-Files" on one of Darin Morgan's really good days. Hilarious and even sexy, this is definitely worth your time, even if you're only familiar with one show or the other. Full of Secrets (or alternative Gossamer links, part one and two) | |
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| Hi, all! So, does anyone know which fic it is (McKay/Sheppard) where the boys are bound together in an ever-diminishing circle of proximity until they restore the harmony between them (read: get sexed up and help Sheppard get over his issues with teh gay)? There was some point where Sheppard asks the priestess-lady responsible for the whole ordeal why someone would rather get torn apart on the inside than have sex with a certain type of person, and she responds " I have no idea *meaningful glare*". Any takers? Thank you! ETA: I am lame. Was using the wrong search terms in Google. So! The fic, found by me (>.<) is cathalin 's Decreasing Radii | |
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| Hey everyone,
Looking for a gen, hurt comfort fic where (this is all I remember) John goes undercover. They fake John getting thrown off Atlantis, where he goes to a bar and fakes getting drunk. They people he's looking for pick him and and take him to their lair....
That's it. All I can remember...
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| Fandom: DUE SOUTH Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Ray Kowalski/OMC Length: ~10,000 words Author on LJ: sisterofdreamAuthor Website: none Why this must be read: Because it's an encapsulated history of punk music in Chicago. sisterofdream is an extremely talented writer who brings Ray and Fraser to life with all of their little quirks and idiosyncrasies. She gives us a Ray who is a perfectly capable cop without Fraser, who still has skills for undercover work, who is competent. At the same time, she shows us an insecure and jealous Fraser, one who doesn't know how to approach Ray, who doesn't know how to deal with his feelings. Watching these two fight for what they want, trying to reach an unspoken accommodation feels very real and true to the characters. In addition, sisterofdream has created a cast of wonderful characters that add life and color to the story. Add in a detailed landscape of Chicago clubs and you've got an throughly enjoyable story. ( A brief excerpt... )Police And Thieves | |
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| Title: Baking for the Dead by Trollogicfics Pairing: None for Supernatural, but Pushing Daisies has, as always, Chuck/Ned Author on LJ: trolllogicfics Author Website: LJ MemoriesWhy this must be read: Because it's WONDERFUL. The narration style and the way the characters talk is both perfectly in character for both Supernatural and Pushing Daisies. Because I've been waiting for this crossover ever since I first saw Pushing Daisies. Because this would be the perfect way for Dean to get out of the deal. Dean and Sam in this are exactly as we see them in the show, Dean's scared but accepting, and Sam will try anything to save his big brother. Anyone who doesn't know pushing daisies, click ( this for a quick explanation. )( An Excerpt )Baking for The DeadGo read! | |
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| --okay, I'm gonna try this again and assume that everyone ignored it last time because of accidental circumstances. *g* I wanna make use of this temporary new-again fandom energy before it fades, so comment with a prompt and make me write due South ficlets! also at some point i need to make a post about my adventures with karaoke (i rickrolled the whole bar! IT WAS MARVELOUS) and other adventures with brouhaha and her buddies, but that point is not now. | |
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| We've done Rodney, Elizabeth/Sam and John (see the inbox game tag). Now it's time to get medical! This time we're creating the inbox of the Chief Medical Officer, which means either Beckett or Keller. Bring out your dead zany medical mishaps, people!
The Inbox of the Chief Medical Officer of Atlantis
Write an email that would end up in the inbox of the Chief Medical Officer of Atlantis and post it in comments here. It can be a Pegasus-style crisis, work reports, results of medical tests/experiments, anonymous requests for information, spam, medical supply lists, complaints, being supportive of people's good/bad news, results of the nurses' betting pool, scheduling medical exams, SGC updates, politics, personal emails from people on earth, idle chitchat or gossip... whatever you think might end up in Carson and/or Jennifer's inbox on a typical day in Atlantis.
Gen, het, slash all welcome. Please put ratings in the comment's subject line for anything above PG-13.
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| Okay. So in this fic John gets turned into an octopus, but I think it was actually more reptillian. I remember Octo-John also had a thing for thumb tacks, mostly to poke people with if they got too close. Thanks in advance! FOUND by the speedy kensieg! It's "The trouble with Celphalopods" by Kellifer_fic. | |
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| Hay internet, do you have in your possession some pictures of the Goffo brothers which you can bestow upon my comments? UA #6 and LOTMS are both needed and both muchly appreciated. As you can see, I am very hard at work on srs jurnlist tings and not frittering my day off away on being headachey and cranky, no siree! Why do my brains always desert me when I need them? Curse you, brains! If I were stronger soul, I'd punish you by abstaining from reading until you got your act together, but let's be realistic here. I know, I know, play a tiny violin for me, etc. I realise that having an off day at my much-beloved hobby of writing about comics is not a legitimate case for complaint. But I've had this headache all week! I was hoping it was stress-related and would therefore not present itself on my day away from the office (we're in the final stages before sending everything for the issue off to the printers, which is always the best! time! ever! for trusty assistant editor me, wheeee). Naptime is a valid part of the working day, right? Ugh. Welcome to the Failboat. I am Captain Fail. In the feature film adaptation I shall be played by Lord Theoden of Rohan. ALSO: I will totally do sekrit tradesies with anyone who has a big bang they'd like somebody to look over. By which I mean, I want things to read, and will bribe you with my own words in order to obtain said things. | |
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