in which i am crazy

[schmerica]

Why must people continue to insist on maintaining their own tastes and preferences? This would all be SO MUCH SIMPLER if you all would just learn to like exactly the same things as me!!! (And write lots and lots and lots of it, but that part goes without saying, right?)

I am bored and find myself playing china_shop's game of trying to turn all the DVDs on my shelves into Fraser/Kowalski stories. However, of the movies on my shelves, I find Mallrats, Wayne's World, Heathers or Lilo and Stitch inadequate to the task. (Although the latter does bring up cute images. Um.)

So then I started to play it with The Lady Eve, but then I ran into the trouble that I haven't actually seen that movie in like five years. Bah.

P.S. Fraser/Kowalski is totally based upon a solid and unshaky foundation.

P.P.S. Frannie/RayK totally has a sensible and logical canonical basis.

P.P.P.S. PORN.

P.P.P.P.S. Tell me more about Dan Jarvis, people. *sad face*

Comments

[katallison.livejournal.com]

Salient fact about Dan Jarvis: He is a fanboy. A Westerns fanboy, true, but whatever. He has the lack of social skills, and the outsiderhood, and the lack of marked success at conventional relationships, and -- he runs a video store for godsake! He is One Of Us. In an alternate universe, he's probably writing Deadwood slash.

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

AHAHA. Dan writing Deadwood slash. *giggling madly* I love this more than I can say.

[katallison.livejournal.com]

P.S. Whenever Brokeback Mountain is released, someone needs to write the story where Dan and Duck go watch it. Because, quiet cowboys! Homoerotic westerns!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

You know, Kat, sometimes I strongly suspect you are the Coolest Person in the History of Ever. This is one of those times.

[china_shop]

Lilo and Stitch! "We only had tuna! Do you know what tuna is?" Hee!

I was trying to turn Big Trouble in Little China into F/K, but there was no Fraser part. No.

P.S. Fraser/Kowalski is totally based upon a solid and unshaky foundation.

Absolutely. In fact, they're standing now, looking at the foundations of their new house, both names on the title in black and white. Ray can't stop fidgeting, he's so happy, plus he's dying of waiting for the removal men to finish unloading his stuff so he and Fraser can be alone and, you know, christen all the rooms. But, in the meantime, Fraser's raised the spectre of termites, and Ray's dragged him down into the basement to check it out. "See?" he says, thumping one of the struts so that dust showers onto their feet. "We checked it out before, remember. Rock solid."

"That's as may be, Ray," says Fraser, "but I distinctly heard the sound of termite teeth as I was carrying your dresser up the front steps."

"Oh, nah." Ray ducks his head, and looks up at Fraser through his lashes, hoping flirting'll distract him this time. "That was just--I gave Dief a celebratory apple danish."

"Ray, how many times do I have to--" Fraser catches his eye and doesn't even bother to finish the sentence. He doesn't really sound annoyed, anyway, it's just his standard procedure: Dief, wild animal, sugar-free diet. Now Fraser's got something else on his mind, though. His lips part, and that's all the invitation Ray needs. In two steps he has his arms around Fraser, is pulling his body up tight against his own, feeling the press of his firm flat pecs against Ray's chest, his belt buckle digging into Ray's belly.

"Welcome home," Ray murmurs against Fraser's mouth, and Fraser opens to him, kisses him long and hot and sweet, his big hands moving from Ray's hips to the back of his neck, the base of his spine, holding him close.

"Home," he says, when they break apart, like the word is a foreign language he's just learning. "Yeah."

[katallison.livejournal.com]

*grin/smootch* Hey, but now this idea I tossed out below is gnawing at my brain. Because Brokeback Mountain is also all about living the double life, and the terrible costs thereof, and the inability to follow one's heart, and I think it would make Dan terribly terribly sad, and then Duck would have to take him home and convince him life doesn't have to be like that. And that next year they will have a parade. *g*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

"That's as may be, Ray," says Fraser, "but I distinctly heard the sound of termite teeth as I was carrying your dresser up the front steps."

Heeee. You rock my socks, my dear!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

You are writing story ideas with happy endings in my comments! I may melt with joy!

I think "hopefulness" is by far the best word for Dan/Duck.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Also, it occurs to me that Lilo and Stitch would probably work better as a Fraser-Dief story. Dief could totally be Stitch.

[china_shop]

Or Dief-Ray?

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hmm, maybe. But Fraser is an orphan! Plus, I can kind of just see him taking his awful brain surgery doll out to play with the others.

[basingstoke.livejournal.com]

Or, hell, in this one.

Right this moment.

Writing Duck as the Marty Stu riding into town on a clever pinto and flirting with the stonefaced sheriff.

Duck is flattered, but points out that he could never wear chaps with a straight face. Dan tells him to stop killing the fantasy.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

I'm sure exactly why that's so freaking cute, but it really kind of is.

[basingstoke.livejournal.com]

Dan writes him into a drinking contest with Jane and Duck says that really, he's not much of a drinker, and he's very much not comfortable calling a woman a cunt.

Dan asks him what kind of cowboy he is, anyway. Duck says more of the kitten-rescuing type. Dan claims to have never been less attracted to him, but a few minutes later climbs into his lap and there are smooches.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

awww. yay, smooches!