always been crazy

So, pulling up the Roswell New Mexico WIP I mentioned in my previous post, I also found some random snippets that I had forgotten about, so I guess I can share those now too. (btw, the wip actually has a name, which is unusual for me, usually I'm scrambling at the last minute to find a summary and a title, but this one is called songs i can no longer listen to and I actually like it. Coming soon to a webpage near you!)

300 words set back at the beginning of season 1.

Michael had to take a minute when he was safely inside his trailer. He hadn't expected Alex. Not here. He thought he'd have more time, to make up a reason to skip the reunion and avoid him altogether. There was never a doubt that Alex would return for that, always one to keep up conventions. Turning up here, on the farm, the closest Michael had ever felt to home - it felt like the universe was cheating, especially with Michael already feeling off balance because of the whole Max and Liz situation.

Michael had been deliberate in not keeping up with Alex, knew he had done a couple tours overseas from small town gossip but had shied away from specifics. The leg, though - that explained a lot about that rash of fever dreams Michael had had for a while, worrying the hell out of Max and Isabel.

And Michael knew that if the situation had been different, if it had been Alex - well, as pissed as he is at Max, he gets it. Doesn't like it, doesn't want it, but gets it.

At least his history with Alex is a more than puppy love. Sneaking kisses in dark corners, fumbling hands in the backseat of his Jeep. At one time, Michael thought he'd leave Roswell, that there was something more for him. But Alex, good little Alex, had his life planned out, and Michael wasn't part of that.

The 'casual sex’ jab wasn't just meant to get under Alex's skin. It was the truth. Kinda. Michael didn't bring people here, didn't let them in, but there had been plenty of men and women over the last ten years.

None of them were Alex.

Shit.

If Isabel were here, she'd say it was too early for a drink, but it's really not.

225 words set at the end of season one.

Alex is at loose ends after he gets home. What he really wants to do is hunt down Michael, make sure he's okay - as okay as he can be considering all the shit that went down. He doesn't know what he'd say, though, even if he found him. Michael was quiet on the way back to Roswell, barely acknowledged Alex's “I'll call you” when he jumped out of the car. Alex has no idea where his head is at.

Kyle wasn't much better, whether because he was sorting through his own shit or because he picked up on the tension between Alex and Michael. He didn't ask what happened in the containment or about the explosion, just inventoried what he managed to grab from the control center before handing it over to Alex.

Alex considers - very briefly - calling Flint, just to make sure he made it out of the prison okay, but the impulse is fleeting and Alex dismisses it. It's not that he doesn't care whether or not his brother is alive, it's just that he meant what he said earlier - Michael is his family. Michael is who he's worried about, but right now there’s nowhere for that worry to go.

He ends up at the bunker, knowing sleep is far off and figuring he may as well start combing through whatever they've got.

845 words of something

( His plan is to drop the generator on the porch and leave. He doesn't even have to step away from the truck, uses his powers to move the machine because he's a lazy fuck sometimes, and why not? )

Happy Valentines Day, y'all! I hope you feel loved today and every day!

I had stuff to say, but then last night I realized that I'm smart cookie and did not realize until now that even though I transferred all my stuff from LJ to DW, the links on the fic masterpost goes back to LJ, so I'm gonna work on that this morning.

But I did post one of my old fics to AO3 in honor of the day, so:

Show me the chorus of the sun
Shelter fic originally posted in 2009; Valentine’s Day with the boys. Irredeemable schmoop.

So. I moved everything over from LJ, for both my main journal and my tabbys_fics, although I think I'm a little late to the game. But it's done now! Now, to try and figure out how Dreamwidth and rebuild my friends list, I guess?

I'm trying to get back into writing, and I'm not sure about posting to tumblr, so I'm just going to throw my ramblings here and maybe someone will see them. ( Read more... )

Success! Lol, minor success anyway. I finished something! But it's nonsense, so it really doesn't count, but whatever. I sent it to asimplechord anyway.

Also, in my head, Ray Person is like the Pete Wentz of GK fandom. Pete, for me, was always the one responsible for everything, always in the middle of everything, and even if you never intended for him to be in your story, he usually managed to make an appearance. (Or take over. Basement Romantic, anyone? Seriously, Pete wasn't even supposed to be part of that story, and look how that turned out.) And he suffers from Peter Pan syndrome and seems to never actually grow up. Or shut up. And he's ridiculously endearing anyway.

And I have this ridiculous AU world in my head (go figure) and it's got like all these stupid little parts that I don't know that'll ever actually get tied together, especially since I'm being distracted by the shiny of other fandoms and dealing with this headache/bipolar nonsense, but I figured I'd go ahead and post the first part here. asimplechord and swear_jar have already seen it, but I'm not sure if/when I'll actually write more on it that's shareable. So.

Untitled - I think we keep calling it the prostitute!Walt AU.

( Eventually, the Corps gave Ray Bravo. He loved them, in his own fucked up way, except when he didn't. Like right now. )

So, um, fic? (I am totally gonna post this and then HIDE, lol.)

This was kinda sorta for swear_jar's birthday, but it's a little late. But I finished it!

Now I'm Ready (To Feel Your Hand)
Generation Kill || Brad/Ray/Walt || Rated Adult || ~4100 words
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters; don't know the real life people; this is a work of fiction based on portrayals of actors and meant to imply nothing about any real people.

Summary: Ray-in-a-collar fic. Shamelessly self-indulgent porn, combination of what happens when Ray wears his collar out in public and stories get back to Brad and Walt, and Brad and Walt trying to get Ray to break the "kissing is against the rules" bullshit he started in Iraq.

A/N: Part of the fucked up Ray 'verse that lives in my head. Encouraged shamelessly by swear_jar, so I blame her. Written in bits and pieces on my blackberry. Beta'd by the always-awesome asimplechord. Much thanks to the two of them as well as ltlredhairdgirl and harriet_vane for cheerleading. Title comes from The Stooges' I Wanna Be Your Dog. Any remaining mistakes are mine; feel free to point them out.

( Ray thinks the collar is a joke, a gag gift of sorts, but once he realizes it's not, he wants to wear it everywhere. )

Safely home, laying on my heating pad and listening to Transformers (I can't see the TV from where I'm at) and trying to get the motivation to get back up in order to take my crazy meds. My life, so hard.

A lot of the songs that I was listening to today would be GREAT for fic purposes. But we all know I fail at writing things lately. Haha, I wrote comment fic in like October? And kinda wrote fic for irisgirl12000 and thebunnyknows for their birthdays. But really, other than tormenting irisgirl12000 with emails about what I'd write if I was writing fic, I haven't done anything in for-ev-er.

So, while I'm looking at my most recently played songs, give me a number between 1 and 25 and a character or pairing from one of the fandoms you know I write it, and we'll see if I can manage to come up with something. Give me a reason to procrastinate job searching and finishing my CEUs, lol.

About a month ago, I asked for drabble/ficlet prompts. trcunning gave me two Shelter prompts. The first one ended up a bit more involved than it should have, so it’s not even halfway finished (what? I love Gabe, okay!), but the second was When Zack becomes a well-known artist, Sean's publisher wants him to do a cover. How's that go? This is what came from that. (unbetad, so forgive my mistakes)

Shaun/Zach, 547 words

( I met him at a gallery showing a few weeks ago. Asked him to do this cover for us, actually. He turned me down. )

*****

And then I remembered I had a Shelter ficlet I had never posted, so I finished it up as well.

Shaun/Zach, Gabe, Cody; 943 words

( Zach had managed to get along just fine before Shaun came along. There was no reason he should be so disconcerted about Shaun being out of town. )

Hey, yall know what I was thinking earlier? You know how you say someone is awesome and you just wanna stick them in your pocket and take them home with you? Well, I DO THAT EVERY DAY WITH YALL! Seriously, I can carry around my entire flist in my pocket, thanks to the wonder of the intrawebs and crackberry. HOW AWESOME IS THAT????

Real purpose of this post:

Out of sync at the beginning
by irisgirl12000 & why_me_why_not
Generation Kill || Brad/Nate || Adult || ~3300 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the portrayal of characters in Generation Kill by Alexander Skarsgard and Stark Sands, and is meant to imply nothing about the real people who bear these names.

Summary: When Ray tells Nate to fix whatever's between him and Brad, Nate has to figure out if Ray's fucking with him, and if not, how to get Brad where he wants him.

A/N So, we accidentally created a 'verse based on a random comment. Isn't that the way it always seems to go with us? Oh well, at least it's fun. This is the beginning of... something. Originally written mostly in txtfic. We beta'd it ourselves, so hit us up with any mistakes. Title paraphrased from The National's Slow Show.

Nate knows something’s Not Right when he gets home, but he’s certain he can defend himself against whatever it is that’s causing the uneasy feeling.

I know that no one (including myself) believed it when I said I wasn't going to write GK fic. But I didn't think that this would be the first thing I would post.

Bedtime Stories
Generation Kill || Ray/Walt/Brad || Adult || 2577 words
Summary: Ray knows the difference between someone not hearing him and someone ignoring him. Walt has been ignoring him for days, and Ray's tired of it. Luckily, Ray has a plan to fix it.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on the portrayal of characters in Generation Kill, and is meant to imply nothing about the real people who bear these names.

A/N: Idek. I am not sure where this came from, and I'm nervous about posting it as my first GK fic. GK fandom is kinda intimidating. irisgirl12000 did a quick beta on this for me (also, she tells the best bedtime stories and she's my favoritest ever) so any mistakes are mine. There's an awful lot of talking in this, but it's Ray, so whatever.

( It took Ray for-fucking-ever to set this shit up, and Walt had better appreciate it. )

Ugh, nightmares and insomnia - why do they exist? So over that shit!

Next time I start feeling all whiny and shit, someone needs to shove me in the direction of stratospherique's LJ. It's probably wrong on some level that the Brat Prince Verse is happy place fic for me, but that's okay. Also, I owe stratospherique and apiphile comments, but the point is that BPV makes me happy.

I'm still playing catchup on drabbles/ficlets. I think it's a forever kind of prospect.

275 words, written for wook77, prompt: sectumsempra, scars, names

( Every scar tells a story, even when the tale is something a person wants to forget. )

225 words, written for phelixstar, prompt: van-days Bert and Quinn in a battle against the heat/boredom

( It is so fucking hot! )