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schmericaIt's odd how I seem to go through most of my time all placid and easygoing with most stuff, and then suddenly one morning I'll read something like "Teens aren't very sophisticated thinkers" in a random comment in somebody's lj and feel all stabstabstab.
Which isn't a very sophisticated response, now that I think about it.
Back to work. Can I repeat my urge from yesterday? Seriously, anybody who comments with anything -- not even fic; something to distract or entertain me or *something* from my tedium -- will earn loads of affection from me. You could even rec me books; I need to go to the library this week.
Which isn't a very sophisticated response, now that I think about it.
Back to work. Can I repeat my urge from yesterday? Seriously, anybody who comments with anything -- not even fic; something to distract or entertain me or *something* from my tedium -- will earn loads of affection from me. You could even rec me books; I need to go to the library this week.
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25/8/04 09:57 (UTC)Fandom/pairing/situation?
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25/8/04 11:42 (UTC)(no subject)
25/8/04 13:23 (UTC)Casey looked around, praying for a place to sit, and took the bench outside the hotel as proof that a benevolent god was running the universe. He plopped down onto it and dropped his head into his hands. "Don't say it."
"I have to say it. It's a moral obligation."
"It's really not."
"It really is."
He felt the movement as Dan sat down next to him, but he didn't look up. He didn't want to. "Danny, we just spent a two days in Florida covering spring training, and it rained the entire time. Our plane had a mysterious mechanical problem, forcing us to land in what could accurately be described in the middle of nowhere. The airline still managed to lose our luggage, and with a freakish bit of timing, there's a huge convention of Lutherans in town, so none of the five hotels we've visited have had any rooms available. I'm not having a very good time."
"You know, since I've experienced exactly the same trials you have, I think it's fair to say that I'm not having a good time either. But I managed to hold on to my sense of humor. Also, Tennessee is not the middle of nowhere, and try not to slam it in front of anyone who actually lives here, because that's not going to get us a place to sleep."
"I can't believe Natalie can't find us any rooms. I don't think I've ever actually seen her fail at anything." He rubbed his temples in hopes that he could make his headache go away, but it didn't help.
Dan shrugged. "Even Natalie's not omnipotent."
"Don't tell her that."
They sat silently for a few minutes. Casey considered cursing the humidity, but he decided that after wandering around Chattanooga for three hours, it'd be redundant.
"Casey?"
"Yeah?"
"I really think I need to say it."
"Is there any possible way I could prevent you from saying that?"
Dan didn't answer, and Casey looked over to find Dan looking at him. He forgot about his headache, he forgot about the humidity, he forgot about the comedy of errors that was his life lately, because Dan was looking at him. He felt himself flushing, which he hated, but he didn't look away, because Dan was looking at him.
"I guess," Dan finally said, "you could hope that we'll be forced to share a room."
Casey cleared his throat. "You got it." He edged a little closer to Dan, as close as he dared, because they were sitting outside a hotel in Chattanooga.
"You can say it now, if you want."
"Nah," Dan said. "I'm good."
The revolving door flashed into life as Natalie came striding out. "Bad news, guys," she said. "They only have three rooms. You two are gonna have to share. Sorry, but it's the only choice we've got."
Yes, Casey decided. Definitely a benevolent god.
"I'll just go tell the others--" Natalie stopped in her tracks and stared across the parking lot.
Casey didn't even have to see Dan to know that a smile was lifting the corner of his mouth. "Go ahead, Natalie. Say it."
"Pardon me, boys. Is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?"
"Yes, that is in fact the actual Chattanooga Choo Choo. Now go away." Casey made shooing motions with his hands, and she went. He stood and stretched, and smiled as he heard Dan take in a quick breath.
"You having a better time now?" Dan asked.
Casey reached out a hand to pull him up, and for just a second, Dan stood a little too close. "Yeah, I'm doing pretty good."
He walked into the hotel and heard Dan following behind him, whistling as he went.
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25/8/04 15:41 (UTC)(no subject)
25/8/04 18:17 (UTC)(no subject)
25/8/04 09:58 (UTC)Also, it's raining here, and I expected to sleep so much later than I did given the fact that I didn't have work today. It's possible that I'll go shopping in a little bit. I have yet to decide.
I'm just rambling, is the thing about me. Also, you know who's beautiful? Rayk and Fraser. They're beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
*snugs you*
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25/8/04 18:17 (UTC)Your rambling is a thing of beauty. As are Ray and Fraser. Well, things.
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25/8/04 10:00 (UTC)You notice *I* said *most* and also referred to 16yos.
I think you need to read Lucifer so you can squee with Nifra and me over it and write fic with snarky Lucifer having lots of UST with Michael or hot sex with Mazikeen...
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25/8/04 18:20 (UTC)And hmm, you guys do make Lucifer sound tempting. But -- money. Hmm.
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27/8/04 13:07 (UTC)True, that. *g*
And hmm, you guys do make Lucifer sound tempting. But -- money. Hmm.
*tempts*
But yeah, money issues suck muchly. I totally understand.
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25/8/04 10:00 (UTC)(no subject)
25/8/04 18:20 (UTC)(no subject)
25/8/04 10:06 (UTC)...oh, is my bitterness showing?
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25/8/04 11:37 (UTC)(no subject)
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25/8/04 10:08 (UTC)Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
if you are looking for earlier stuff, you'll have to give me a sense of what you've already read, since I'll likely be recommending stuff you already own. ;)
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25/8/04 11:36 (UTC)The other I shall add to my list. Thanks!
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25/8/04 10:11 (UTC)*slips on slinky cheerleaders uniform, shakes her pom poms around and struts sexily around the room*
Better?
*licks pearl*
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25/8/04 18:23 (UTC)(no subject)
25/8/04 10:33 (UTC)And I know what you mean about the teen comment. The other day someone on my flist wrote 'Sometimes I think I should ban everyone under the age of 25 from my journal' and I got all stabstabstab too. So rational and mature of me ;)
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25/8/04 18:25 (UTC)(Honey, did I tell you I got your postcard the other day? It made me happy. Bexmail!)
comment porn for you...
25/8/04 11:59 (UTC)Even when he felt Ray shudder with orgasm against his back, breath hot in his ear; even when Ray collapsed on him, spent, Fraser didn't move to take himself in hand.
Arms aching with fatigue, Fraser wouldn't allow himself to move, wouldn't allow himself the luxury of the soft mattress. The pain of suspension, of denial was delicious.
Finally he felt Ray stir again, still at his back. One long-fingered hand caressed Fraser's waist on its way to encircle his desperately hard cock. The shock of contact alone was nearly enough to trigger his orgasm. As he felt Ray's softened cock start to slip out of his body, the dual sensations made him start to shake with need.
With the warmth of his lover's mouth on the back of his neck, Fraser came, his body quaking with the force of it.
Now he let his arms go, tumbling them both to the welcoming softness.
"Fraser."
"Mmm."
"You're lying in the wet spot."
"Mmm."
"You want to move?"
"Uh uh."
"Your choice."
"Mmm hmmm."
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25/8/04 12:47 (UTC)Re: comment porn for you...
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25/8/04 12:46 (UTC)Mockingbird by Sean Stewart - It's a really lovely, lovely book. Voodoo + actuaries + the stock market. Set in Houston, Texas.
Bone Dance by Emma Bull - Post-apocalyptic Minneapolis. Also with voodoo. Really, anything by Emma Bull is excellent.
The Eyre Affair by Jasper Fforde - It's, um, AU 1985 Great Britain where everyone takes literature very seriously. Oh, and there's a device that allows you to enter books.
Hope your day gets better. Don't let the bastards get you down.
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25/8/04 18:30 (UTC)(no subject)
25/8/04 15:28 (UTC)I *loved* your latest dS story. Loved it. As I was reading it I thought that sometime I'd like to read a story about Fraser and Ray being the only two people left in the world, and then I realized that *that was the story i was reading.* And it was awesome. Sweet, and haunting, and oddly comforting too. Thanks for posting it!
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25/8/04 18:31 (UTC)(no subject)
25/8/04 21:17 (UTC)And, yeah, thirding the Everything is Illuminated rec. :-)
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26/8/04 06:01 (UTC)But, actually! I did read your story the other day, and I liked it a lot and I just didn't tell you because apparently I am a dork. But, yes. Yay, Frannie femslash!
Also really liked your last F/K...
26/8/04 09:28 (UTC)Book recs for somebody who's apprently read *everything*:
Black Jewels Trilogy by Anne Bishop
Kushiel books by Jacqueline Carey
Archer's Tale, Vagabond, Heretic by Bernard Cornwell
Wraethru (undoubtedly misspelled) by Storm Constantine
everything by Louise Erdrich
Wild Seed by Octavia Butler, also Parable of the Talents
Julia
Re: Also really liked your last F/K...
26/8/04 19:17 (UTC)Plus, books! I liked the Kushiel's series, and some of the Butler (it was odd, though, with the Parables books, because I loved the first, but the second felt weaker, like it really should have been three books and not two). I will definitely check out your recs.
Re: Also really liked your last F/K...
27/8/04 17:30 (UTC)_Wild Seed_ by Butler is different from any of her other stuff. It can be described as fantasy, since it starts in pre-contact Africa and even though it goes a bit into our future the phenomenon is not ever described scientifically. It's the first book in the Patternmaster series. I am *not* rec'ing the whole series.
(Sekrit: If you're able to get a copy of _Wild Seed_ you'll recognize my screen name.)
I think the second Parable book was weaker, too.
Yet another rec: The Sparrow & The Children of God by Mary Doria Russell. Jesuits in space! Good sf, history, theology, anthropology, funny & very, very, very sad.
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27/8/04 16:15 (UTC)“So…what exactly are we doing, Ray?”
“We’re lying here.”
“…Ah.”
“‘Ah,’ what?”
“It was simply an acknowledgement of your statement, Ray.” Fraser heard the rustle of Ray’s head turning in the grass toward him, and he twisted his own in kind. Ray rolled his eyes and looked back to the sky.
“So…” Fraser decided to try again. “Is this some sort of ritual, perhaps?”
A noncommittal grunt. “Me and Stella used to do this, back when we were kids. Couple of days before school started.” Fraser waited, but no more information seemed to be forthcoming.
“You know, Son, I do believe the Yank’s lost his mind.” Oh god. Fraser closed his eyes. Perhaps if he just ignored him…
“Though there was that one time your Aunt Maddy killed a rabid wombat while meditating in that particular position.”
Fraser opened his eyes and stared at his father in incredulous amazement. Bob took on a thoughtful expression.
“Saved the entire village, she did.”
“Dear Lord,” Fraser muttered.
Bob nodded solemnly. “It was a rather amazing feat, truth to tell. Although she wasn’t ever right in the head again, afterwards. Shame really,” he mused, “She used to make a wonderful caribou goulash.”
“You okay? Look kinda tense, there.”
Fraser thumbed his eyebrow. “I’m fine, Ray. Just…reminiscing.”
Ray barked out a laugh. “Yeah, huh. Reminiscing. Me and Stella…It used to be nice, you know?” Ray said quietly. “We’d come down here and talk or just lie around and stay till it got dark. Then we got older and she started to complain that the bugs were eating her alive, so we didn’t do this anymore. Plus she always thought it was undignified.”
There was a momentary silence, and then they were both talking simultaneously.
“Ray, I’m -- ”
“ -- sorry, Fraser -- ”
Another pause, and then Ray laughed again; it was, however, easier and light-hearted. Fraser released the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and grinned up at the sky. His father had, mercifully, wandered off to wherever it was he went to.
“Okay, so, look up there, Fraser. Whaddya see?”
Fraser blinked at the unexpected change of subject. “Well, ah, an Acer Saccharinum, if I’m not mistaken, more commonly known as the silver maple -- ”
Ray cut off Fraser with a heavy sigh. “You’re not getting it, Fraser. You have to experience it -- whatsit -- vizerally.”
“Viscerally?”
“That’s what I said.”
Fraser suddenly felt Ray lightly place his hand on top of Fraser’s, gently entangling their fingers.
He kept very still.
“Hey, relax, okay?” It was a very simple request, and one that should have been easily enough granted, really. Fraser licked his lip nervously. Then again, with Ray this close in proximity, he very much doubted he’d be exceedingly successful at the task. Although he was more than willing enough to try, if for nothing more than the thought that otherwise his father would show up with his bizarre and more often than not unhelpful advice on relaxation techniques or what have you. Of course, in truth, his father would likely show up whether or not Fraser endeavored to relax, but that was beside the point, and by now he was just mentally circumventing the issue.
Fraser inhaled deeply and let out a slow breath. He felt moderately lightheaded -- a result from the sudden inflow of oxygen and, possibly, apprehension the infomercial-like voice in the back of his head informed him; for once, however, he ignored it.
He heard Dief off a ways, likely chasing the various animal residents of the park, or other visitors, perhaps. There was a soft buzzing coming from his right, and a monarch butterfly fluttered in his peripheral vision.
A slight crisp breeze was blowing from the east, bringing with it the smell of the lake and rain and autumn. There were few clouds, and the sky was a clear, azure color.
The sun lit the leaves above them from behind like a fiery golden halo. It strangely reminded Fraser of Ray’s hair, frazzled and vibrant, and he was seized by a sudden urge to run his fingers though the strands to see if they were as soft as they looked.
He felt oddly at peace.
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27/8/04 16:16 (UTC)“You get what I’m saying, Fraser?” Ray asked softly.
Fraser turned his head and found Ray staring intently at him. He slowly reached out with his free hand and carefully stroked Ray’s hair, and Ray closed his eyes and exhaled like he was suddenly absolved of every error he’d ever committed, like he was finally content and at ease after a long, tiring day at the precinct, and in that one quiet moment, Fraser kissed him, amid the towering silver maples and late-afternoon sun.
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27/8/04 18:47 (UTC)