wips

Nov. 8th, 2004 07:17 pm
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That wips meme! The original said to pick sentences, but then people started quoting small passages and I'm going with the latter because I'm long-winded.

I suck at titles, and so everything is untitled.


Angel: Cordelia, post-You're Welcome

"Angel," the man says.

"Yes."

"You love him."

"That," Cordelia says, picking at the sleeve of her white plush robe, "is none of your business."

"Doesn't matter," the man says. "We already know everything. What you've thought, what you've done, where you've been. What you're thinking right now."

"Really," Cordelia says. "What am I thinking right now?"

The man's eyebrows jump up. "I'll have you know that's still impossible, even in the afterlife."

"Whatever."


West Wing: Ainsley, post-That One Where Hoynes Resigns

At her new job, even the lunch room smells like money. It's after six on a slow Tuesday ten days after Hoynes's resignation, and Ainsley is alone there with her thoughts and one almost-overripe pear. She leans against a granite counter top and thinks about Joe Quincy sitting in her old office.

Ainsley's first office in the White House, the one she's sure Joe's sitting in now, was damp and gray and smelled vaguely of mildew. It took Ainsley three weeks to discover the precise arrangement of air fresheners and fans necessary to make the space livable, and she wonders if Joe Quincy will know to do that, or if he'll just sit there, sweltering and smelly.


Harry Potter: Post-OotP

Harry’s invitation to the Burrow came three days before his sixteenth birthday, in the form of Hermione Granger telling a great big lie. She arrived at Privet Drive in the early evening, interrupting dinner, and when Harry opened the door and saw her standing there, breathless with nerves and pink with deceit, he couldn’t help thinking of Professor Umbridge being led to the centaurs.



Popslash AU the First, aka The Heist Fic

Justin does his math. He does it every night for three days in a row, sits at the kitchen table in between the boxes of cereal that are never put away, and focuses on finding the value of x. He doesn't think about the angry edge in his mother's voice, which arrived two weeks before, right after the letter from the landlord saying the rent was late.

The problem is, Justin's no good at this kind of math. Neither is JC, who looks at his problems one night for a full three minutes, a furrow in his forehead, before saying, "No idea, man. Sorry."

"Didn't you take this?" Justin asks.

"Probably."

Any of the three of them can remember how many face cards are left in a deck halfway through a game of blackjack, can divide a sum of money into equal parts without a second thought, can fiddle with numbers so fast it makes a mark's head spin, but faced with ninth grade algebra, they're all –

"Worthless," Justin's mother announces on the third night, reading over his shoulder. She's just gotten home from her meeting with Justin's teacher, her cheeks still red from the cold. She looks worn out but somehow liberated.

She slams the book shut and smiles at him. "I'll write you a note, say you had a stomach ache. Go have fun."


Popslash AU the Second, aka Golf!

Even from behind Chris knew he was a kid, already taller than Chris and not quite done growing. The back of his neck was pink and sunburned; his profile, sharp against the setting sun when he turned his head to look out at the yard markers, determined and young. He shifted his weight, rolled his shoulders, and looked out again once, twice. Chris would know this routine like the back of his hand ten years later, but here, in this moment, it was new. As new as the clean, sweet arc the club cut through the air in his backswing; as new as the stunning speed at which he brought the club around. Chris watched the ball sail out, hooking slightly but soaring past the farthest yard marker. He watched another three swings through the smudged glass of the pro shop's window before grabbing his purple sun visor off of its nail next to the door, and stepped into the dimming September sunlight.

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Date: 2004-11-08 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kaelie.livejournal.com
(whimpers piteously for heist fic)

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Date: 2004-11-09 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fearlessfan.livejournal.com
(isn't deserving of such an encouraging bt)

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Date: 2004-11-08 07:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] walkingshadow.livejournal.com
I'm dancing in my seat at the thought of you writing Harry Potter. I don't know if "Harry’s invitation to the Burrow came three days before his sixteenth birthday, in the form of Hermione Granger telling a great big lie" is the opening of a story, but it would make an awesome opening for a story. There is something about your phrase "great big lie," three solid Anglo-Saxon words at the end of this formally-phrased sentence, dropping strong and fat in my ear and making me say "heh." The last sentence (he couldn’t help thinking of Professor Umbridge being led to the centaurs) sobered me up right quick. I remember that Hermione.

Your Popslash AUs have me entertained! and intrigued! At the moment I'm more drawn to Golf! than the heist fic, possibly because of "he watched another three swings through the smudged glass of the pro shop's window before grabbing his purple sun visor off of its nail next to the door, and stepped into the dimming September sunlight." *hums with pleasure*

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Date: 2004-11-09 07:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fearlessfan.livejournal.com
Aaaaaaaaah, I just wrote this long reply to you and my computer ATE it! Oh so tragic.

I don't know if "Harry’s invitation to the Burrow came three days before his sixteenth birthday, in the form of Hermione Granger telling a great big lie" is the opening of a story, but it would make an awesome opening for a story.

It actually is the opening -- I'm so glad you like it! I'm having some trouble with the story (you know, minor things, like the fact that there really isn't any kind of story, just one or two scenes that popped into my head, with no real direction or purpose). I keep hoping I'll wake up one day with a fully-realized plot, but nothing yet. (I must take a moment to express my love for your icon – it's Harry! Wee little Harry!)

And the AUs! I've done more work on the heist fic (I promised to write it for Kaelie, oh, ten months ago, and it's still nowhere near half done), but I have a special place in my heart for the golf one, which I doubt I'll ever get around to writing. That line you quoted is the last line I have in the story file -- I just have that one opening image, and a vague sense of how the rest of it goes: Justin becomes famous golfer, Chris is his caddy, they're secretly in love and don't realize it, and there's drama and angst and possibly Britney as an au pair (I'm not too proud to steal shamelessly from Tiger Woods's life).

Thanks so much for the comments!

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Date: 2004-11-17 07:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] remainthesame.livejournal.com
*cough* I know what will get you working on the heist fic *cough*

hee!

Date: 2004-11-17 07:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] remainthesame.livejournal.com
012 IN LESS THAN A MONTH! I am already composing begging emails to you re: Linus fic in my head. I am deeply afraid that I will have to leave the theater during the movie to call you because OMG MATT!!!

Also, you will totally get motivated for the heist AU if you write that thing we talked about. I mean, you just need to get it out of your system. Then all will be good!

Re: hee!

Date: 2004-11-17 08:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fearlessfan.livejournal.com
Ahahaha, see, you WERE referring to something else and my Damon Brain Cloud prevented me from thinking beyond OMG O12 LESS THAN A MONTH ASDL;JFA!!!!

(and dude, yes, must work on that! because one can't completely fight the otp -- one must give a little bit of ground, right? am so self-indulgent. cannot help self.)

must. go. watch. 012. trailer. RIGHT NOW!

Date: 2004-11-17 08:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] remainthesame.livejournal.com
The MATT is a mighty force, man. I mean, he is irresistible even when he is PASTY and WEARING BAD SHOES! Because he's MATT! (As an aside, why are there no decent fan sites for him? WHY? I mean, I NEED to look at the EW picture right now but can't find it. Does no one understand that he BUYS PEOPLE COFFEE *AND* HAS DIMPLES???? )

And you totally have to give them just a little bit of something. I mean, you KNOW there's a tiny stretch of time where it was just them and they were SO IN LOVE.

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Date: 2004-11-17 07:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fearlessfan.livejournal.com
And now I really hope you were referring to Ocean's 12, because if you weren't, then I'm more far gone than I thought.

Also:

ad;flkajg DIMPLES!! He GETS PEOPLE COFFEE!

My parents watched The Talented Mr. Ripley last night and I sat in just long enough to see the part where Matt first meets up with Jude Law. I had somehow FORGOTTEN the SKIMPY YELLOW SWIM TRUNKS! OMG. I had to put a pillow over my face because the urge to squeal was so strong.

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Date: 2004-11-17 07:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] remainthesame.livejournal.com
AND GIVES DIRECTIONS! I love that soooo much. I even find the fact that he smokes adorable.

and OMG THE SWIM TRUNKS! Such is my devotion that even though he is pasty and has on those awful shoes I STILL LOVE HIM. MATT!!

I have a feeling the first wuhmds meeting is going to consist of a lot of you and I grabbing each other's arms and yelling OMG I LOVE HIM! OMG BUYS COFFEE! OMG DIMPLES! OMG STET*URT! MATTTTTTT!

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Date: 2004-11-17 08:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fearlessfan.livejournal.com
Dude, I have NO DOUBT that the summit's agenda will consist entirely of OMG I LOVE HIM!! DIMPLES!!! outbursts. And I think that's AWESOME!

And THE SWIM TRUNKS! He is SO INCREDIBLY PASTY and has AWFUL SHOES and, scarily enough, it MAKES ME LOVE HIM MORE! I can't even tell you.

I saw a preview for O12 last night while I was making dinner and spazzed out so much that my mother yelled out from the next room, "WHAT'S WRONG?" And then I had to explain that waving my hands around wildly and making strange guttural noises is a GOOD thing.

MATT!

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