Taking a cue from lielabell and relying on bullets.

( it's just one of those days )

( why you gotta be so hot, Chris Pine? )

( thinky thoughts )

I should consider eating food that is not my extremely delicious homemade chocolate-chip cookies. And maybe drinking a lot of water. Although if I'm honest I'm just craving Chinese dumplings and rice.

Sooo, Karl Urban's in a documentary about swords. It's called Reclaiming the Sword (not sure who claimed the sword so that it needs to be reclaimed -- we think maybe it's like bringing sexy back). He provides some commentary about work on LOTR. And mattie4 and I definitely just watched it solely to hear his Kiwi accent. And then we maybe turned into thirteen-year-old girls . . .

cymbalism219: teehee, Karl Urban just said "thrusting"!
mattie4: *giggles* yeah he did.

cymbalism219: teehee, Karl Urban just said "stamina"!
mattie4: *giggles* and "leather"!

Turns out Karl Urban's only in it for about the first twenty minutes. So, we maybe watched the first twenty minutes twice . . .

mattie4: dude, he's gonna say "thrust" again!
Karl Urban: ". . . thrusting . . ."
both: *titter*

Karl Uban, in addition to being hot, is also adorable. He has a geekily great "o rly?" face.


ETA: Okay, and then there was a hunt for Chris Pine pictures. And discussion about how how you can always see his junk.

mattie4: Chris Pine, as much as we love that you never wear underwear, don't you chafe?
cymbalism219: Maybe he could do commercials for Gold Bond Medicated Powder.
mattie4 [in a Chris Pine voice]: "As you all know, I never wear underwear . . ."

Because I'm a procrastination pro and I'm waiting on group members to get back to me in order to finish our assignment that's due tomorrow (friggin' group projects).

MY ICONS

default	oldest	newest
saddest	happiest	angriest
cutest	sexiest	funniest
fave ship	fave fandom	fave animated
best quote	best textless	best stolen idea
use the most	favorite

How many icons do you have? 44
Out of how many available spaces? 110
If you could buy space for more, would you? Once I need it.
Do your icons make a statement? erm, individually, sure. But on the whole they don't express my soul or anything.
What fandom do you have the most icons of? Star Trek XI, sort of surprisingly
And the second most? Newsies
What ship do you have the most icons of? Jack/David, Newsies
Are your icons made mostly by other people? Yes
Do you make icons? Barely.
Are they any good? Rarely.
Animated icons are: Often annoying. I'm particularly choosy about them.

DO THE MEME.
Coding can be found here


Stolen from lielabell and strawberispring.

Title: Seen and Unseen
Characters: McCoy, Kirk
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1,780 words
Warnings: Masturbation.
Disclaimer: The only part of Trek I own is a Starfleet badge out of a cereal box. Also, the description "walking streak of sex" is borrowed from John Berendt's Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Very sorry, but it was too Jim to pass up. No infringement intended.
A/N: Thanks to mattie4 for the beta and lielabell for the prompt forever ago.

Summary: McCoy attempts to grab some sleep in the academy's on-call room.

( And damn if McCoy didn't recognize that voice. )

x-posted to relevant communities

My president just won the Nobel Peace Prize!

uk mirror

cbc

huffpo

( why this is important )

But, you know, no pressure or anything, man.

Also, he has "sophisticated" taste in art.


♥

You know, I promised myself I'd be all on top of this schoolwork thing this semester and do my work ahead of time, but I definitely just finished my first assignment for library school while sitting in Detroit Metro airport. It's due tomorrow.

Not looking forward to tomorrow -- I'll get home just after midnight, have to be up by just after six, work a full day, then to class immediately after until ten. I have no clothes ironed and nothing for lunch. This is gonna be a close call. I've had a LOT of coffee this weekend; tomorrow will be no different.

Here, have a laugh, or several, over Dan Brown's linguistic ineptitude. I sure did. (Thanks to bekkers77 for the link.)

I find devastating irony in the fact that this man -- who's latest book is duly titled The Lost Symbol -- has made a career of writing about the intricate deciphering of ancient codes and symbols when his own ability with the symbols comprising modern day English is negligible. Somebody needs to take away his thesaurus and teach him about relevant detail.

Last night my course instructor told us there are 958 hold requests in the state for that book already. Okay, it's true, I'm a snob -- because that alone was nearly enough to scare me away from the public librarian profession. I fully support everyone's right to read whatever drecky fiction they can get their hands on, and promise not to judge anyone's personal character for it (hello, I read fanfic), but I'm not so sure I really want it to be my job to read it all, too.

This morning while chopping celery I noticed that the slices were shaped like the Star Trek logo. MLIA

Friday night I finally watched (listened to?) Commentary! The Musical from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. It's exactly as brilliant and hilarious as you might expect, which is of course why they won an Emmy. Team Whedon even made sure the songs reflected what was happening on screen, so even though you can't hear the dialogue the commentary, such as it is, is still relevant. I'd heard Joss's ranty song on NPR already, but that was not the only social comment he packed into the lineup (it's Joss--of course it's not), and all the other tunes were self-consciously funny in the best way. They feature stellar lines like Nathan Fillion whining that NPH may make seven figures but he makes a seven-layer bean dip for the gods, and Felicia Day mooning over her dreamy death-scene pumps (srsly, those shoes are cute), and NPH being kind of douche (heh). All the background players get songs, too, and though they aren't as quotable, they are packed with subtle humor, especially Steve's Song. LOVED the whole thing nearly as much as the show itself. Oh, and since they dicked around with the commentary, they kindly provided decent special "the making of" features that do show you the actual backstory. It's official, I totally need to own this DVD.

I have other rambly fangirly things about books and theory and Trek and my delightful bookish boy, but I'm kind of lacking the patience to post about any of it this morning. Maybe because the chai is making me have to pee again.

P.S. to clio21000: Can't stop singing "My Eyes" in my car. Wish you were here to take Penny's part! <3

E-mail I received from clio21000 at work today:

On the news on the radio this morning, they listed some of the dignitaries (so to speak) attending Michael Jackson's funeral: Al Sharpton,Jesse Jackson, Queen Latifah, Kenny Ortega.

... wait, Kenny Ortega?

It's not even that he attended, b/c I'm sure they were connected thru dance somehow, but just that he gets mention in the same breath with Jesse Jackson and Queen Latifah. My, how far you've come, Kenny!


XD


Also, have I told you lately how much I love my president? Obama photo evokes Kennedy moment

All right. I'm aware this will only be of interest to maybe 3% of my flist, but it's been in my head for a week and what better dumping ground for it than LJ?

So, last week mattie4 read aloud to me a few lines of a Kirk/Spock fic in which Bones had to spell out for Jim the difference between how he loves Spock (e.g. have a drink and watch a ballgame kind of love) versus how Jim loves Spock (e.g. hearts and stars and slow dances kind of love).* To which I responded that "Jim loves Spock like a Bon Jovi song" because Bon-Jovi-song love is a high mark of devotion in our household, and Mattie solemnly agreed.

Fast forward an hour or two. Mattie found the kick-ass fanvid Now or Never by mizzykitty and we ooh'd and ahhh'd over the editing, and died laughing over the coincidence and the perfectness of the Jovi.

Also, that night it was hotter 'n hell, so we cruised out for an after-dark drive, and as we blasted Bon Jovi with the windows down and our vocal cords going raw, it became desperately apparent that not only does Jim Kirk have Bon-Jovi-song love, Jim Kirk IS a Bon Jovi song. I'm telling you, guys, it's SO SO true.

To prove it, I've compiled substantial lyrical evidence under the cut. I've only addressed the few that are inspirational to me at the moment in helping me get started on the Kirk/Spock mini-epic mattie4 and I are plotting, but I'm willing to bet there's at least a line in everything Bon Jovi's ever written that is in some way Jim Kirk.

( this is highly relevant to my interests )

I'm just hitting the lyric highlights here. There aren't words to capture the emotion of the Bon Jovi guitar solos—the inner angst and longing and regret and slivers of hope they contain. Not to mention the moody intros and driving drum parts. Jeesh. You'll just have to listen for all that yourselves.

Oh my gosh, I almost forgot Spock!

( Bon Jovi also captures the turmoil of Vulcan emotion )

Whew. Okay. Right. Well, that's out of my system. I needed that, thanks. Hope it was as good for 3% of you all as it was for me.



*Props to that author, but I couldn't find it again to link it.

Title: Psychological Warfare
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~3,800
Warnings: Just the smut, ma'am.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. Only using them for the sex. Promise to put them back when they're done.
A/N: Sequel to Hand-to-Hand Combat. Bigger, longer, and uncut because where Jim's a fast-moving fire, McCoy's a long, slow burn.

Summary: Jim uses the full force of his charm to tempt McCoy into bed again. McCoy has his own strategy for getting Jim to ask for it instead.

( In McCoy's experience, James T. Kirk never asked for anything—he wheedled )


x-posted to relevant communities

At work I am ostensibly reading about antiship ballistic missiles, but phrases like
"penetration aids," "heating during reentry," "vibration resistance," and
"optimization of the payload" make me dubious. I suspect a metaphor.

Or maybe an infomercial? "Increase its range [and] provide extra maneuverability"!

Also, "A number of authors suggest a 'pulling up' maneuver..., positioning
the warhead to search for its target." (well, *duh*)



And stolen meme from queenitsy because I don't quite feel like sleeping yet:
1.) Comment with any character you know I've written. [Or one I'd consider writing/from a fandom I know]
2.) Receive three bits of trivia about their sexuality: practices, preferences, experiences, fantasies, kinks, etc.
3.) Profit!

Yesterday the bookish boy and I attended the Newport Folk Festival. We got in early and ended up with great seats mid-distance to the main stage, dead center near the sound booth. We didn't wander to the other stages because we didn't know where they were, but saw a great variety from where we were, plus these were the people I really wanted to see anyway. It was the fiftieth anniversary of the festival's inception so a lot of big names were there (Pete Seeger, Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Mavis Staples, Arthro Guthrie -- none of which I saw, actually), and there was a definite feel of awe from the musicians and a lot of fun older folks wandering the crowd who "remembered when." It was a long day in the sun, so I am again courting skin cancer, but the music kicked a lot of ass.

( who I saw and what they did )

And, finally, I came home and fell asleep reading summer slash. Ain't it a fine life?

Three important things:

1. Watched Alpha Dog last night and ended up a mess of tears. It's unusual for me to full-on cry at movies, but this time I not only cried during the movie but while discussing it afterward, too. Knowing this was a TRUE STORY and seeing how many people (particularly adult parental type people) could have said "no," said "stop," said "hey what's going on here, exactly?" and didn't, and seeing all the points at which those kids had the opportunity to make another choice (even if they couldn't see outside their situation, I get it I get it whatever) . . . it all turned my stomach and broke my heart. And, actually, that speaks to the strength of the actors and director. Anton Yelchin's wide-eyed naivety was aching and beautiful, and Justin Timberlake was actually a perfect unforgivable (and yet sympathetic?) jackass. Ben Foster's tweaking was convincingly scattered and scary, Emile Hirsch was the right kind of understated crazy, and even Sharon Stone nailed the mom-at-rock-bottom role. Everyone got caught, our "justice" system administered punishment as far as it is able (so there's a measure of "happy ending" there), and yet it's not enough. It's a moral black hole--everyone and no one's fault, all victims of entropy of hierarchy but no less culpable. Devastating.

Please note that although I "enjoyed" the movie and do recommend watching it, if only for the ensuing moral debate we should all be having anyway, the film does contain extremely disturbing verbal and physical abuse that you may need/want to be spoiled for in order to avoid or better prepare yourself to view.

2. I "came out" about Newsies fandom to both my roommates in the last week. They were both reassuringly accepting, and even interested enough to allow me to rec fic to them. This makes a grand total of five people in real life who know about my participation in Newsies fandom, three of which who know about the slash factor. I am quite pleased to live with such good peeps.

3. ONE MONTH FROM TODAY I will be visiting clio21000 in her hometown and it is guaranteed to be AWESOME. ♥ ♥ ♥

IT LIVES.

Just updated Sharps & Flats, at very long last. I technically added two chapters, which is partially what's been taking me so long. One new chapter is a additional scene of relationship development between Jack and David that I have I spliced between the old chapters 5 and 6, the other is a continuation of the story. This may cause some confusion (e.g. my reviews no longer match my chapter content) and may require some rereading of old content. I tried my darnedest to be true to the characters and story and make the wait worthwhile.

(Oh, story not yet updated at the Refuge. Will do so when have presence of mind to code and fiddle with chapter order, etc. Hopefully tomorrow.)

One blessed chapter left to go! Well one chapter and, uh... yeah, so I may have entirely plotted out a sequel...

Wow. I mean, WOW. I've spent the last four (five?) hours with my roommate plotting out, in pen on backs of business envelopes snatched from stacks of mail, a five-chapter Kirk/Spock fic--a complete emotional evolution, solidly rooted in Trek reboot canon (with some nods to TOS) and never straying into OOC territory. And far, far from PWP, which was, I confess, my planned strategy for playing in this fandom: avoid plotty details, just go for the sex! But now...yeah, wow. I owe it all to her lickable, lickable Spock-centric brain. Without her insight, I never would undertake this project, let alone have the idea for it in the first place. And yet, here I am, mental pen poised with detailed, delicious notes to guide me and a live-in writing partner. I only hope my execution in writing can live up to the masterful idea. I'm excited. And I'm terrified. And it's awesome.

(Before undertaking this adventure, however, I will be doing my damndest to get my other pending projects, author- and beta-wise, done and posted and out. Hang in there, guys.)

First, have you heard about the Salinger trial? I'm finding it fascinating; I'm captivated by the conundrum well exemplified by the (secondary) author's question, "When a book is finished, do the characters cease to exist, or do they live on somehow?" Also that they write of Salinger's desire to "protect Holden Caulfield" and generally refer to the character as though he is a real person/entity. Innnnteresting.

Moreover, this case, and the eventual others like it, could have serious repercussions. Although, the London Evening Standard makes a valid point on the subject, namely that you can't stop the fic. (Unfortunately, the writer of the article seems to be conflating the terms "fanfic" and "slash," mostly because he does not expressly define "slash," but his general points about ethics and copyright and ubiquity are made well enough.)

Also: BEST. NEWS STORY. EVER.

Why yes, this IS what I did at work all day... well, that and illegally e-mailed clio21000 a hundred times... and scribbled more Trek fic....

Reply to this post, and I will list three or more things I like about you. Then repost to your own journal to spread the love. ♥

I'm with hilaryscribbles in that I don't require you to repost, but I'm feeling all kinds of lovey lately, so come reap the benefits!


Also, I want an ice-cream sandwich. It's past midnight, and I'm pretty sure the better idea is to just go to sleep, but...yum.

Title: Hand-to-Hand Combat
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: R-ish. PWP fluff, if there can be such a thing.
Word count: ~1400
Warnings: Perhaps some unjustified use of italics.
Disclaimer: Oh my, not mine.

Summary: It's not the best or only reason McCoy sticks around the unruly James T. Kirk, but he does get a kick out of the kid's pluck -- even when Jim weasels him into a night on the town, drinks too much, hits on a Deltan, and ropes him into a nonsense, teenage bet.

( First sniff at something sexy and I'm hauling your ass home... )


I didn't mean to do this. It just kind of...happened. And I blame dedicate it to clio21000 whether she likes it or not.

x-posted to kirk_mccoy and newtrekslash