i can't remember the last time i did a meme.

[alwaysenduphere]

so have two!

ganked from crimsonkitty88
Tell me about a story I haven't written and I'll give you 1-3 sentences(approximately) of or about it.

First TV show I had self-insertion fantasies about:
I would imagine Star Trek or The X Files, or actually probably Xena, now that I think about it. But the first one I remember is The Pretender. Jarod was exciting, okay?

First fandom in which I interacted (online and in person) with other fans:
Online, Heroes. I knew Buffy fandom existed but I didn't really do anything in it other than print out a few fics. In person, Star Trek, definitely. I went to my first convention when I was FOUR, man.

Pairing in the first slash fanfiction I read:
Buffy/Faith, ngl. And then Peter/Nathan

First RPS/RPF I read:
Milo V./Hayden P.

First fanfiction I read that made me think, 'YES, this is exactly the kind of fanfiction I'd like to write...':
Uhhhhh probably mystery_sock's Ritual verse about Peter/Nathan.

Pairing in the first fanfiction I wrote:
Buffy/Angel Mary Sue/Riley. I have 250 notebook pages of this story about this vampire/slayer hybrid that saves the day etc etc. A whole verse, man.

First OTP:
Lancelot/Guinevere forever and ever, man.

First RPS/F OTP:
Milo V/Adrian Pasdar <.<

First fannish friend I met in person:
That I still talk to? I think dawnintheforest. The year before I met her I met up with someone and rode to ChiCon '08 with her but we haven't spoken since I left her house Monday morning, though I think we're still FB friends.

First character I formally roleplayed:
Uhhhh. Faith, I think. Or maybe Arcee from Transformers. I could never get into roleplaying online. And um. As a child I'd dress up as the Pink Ranger with some other friends as Power Rangers, idk if that counts. Oh and I was Kira Nerys at one Star Trek convention.

Yeah.

It's a lovely day outside. I'd like to take my laptop out and actually try to write something, but I'm terrified that moving it would be the final straw in its old age and I love it too dearly to try, I think.

Comments

[wandersfound.livejournal.com]

I was going to stay "tell me the story about Ian and Lip making out" because I'm watching the most recent episode but then I remembered you are lovely and so that is a story that you actually *have* written.

So um... another time Ian and Lip made out? :DDDD

[alwaysenduphere.livejournal.com]

OH YOU. Man, by this comment I was expecting a lot more Lip/Ian interaction in the new episode but instead I spent most of it skipping through the Frank and Monica scenes. Just when I thought there couldn't be a more annoying Gallagher than Frank. (Her scenes with the kids were nice, though.)

You haven't seen Lip for six days when he stumbles into the room you used to share at with two black eyes and a split lip.

"'Sup," he says nonchalantly, a mostly gone cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth.

He flips on the light switch and you squint against the sixty watt bulb he swiped from the store three weeks ago. "What are you doing here, Lip?"

"What can I say, I miss the sound of your snoring across the room from me," he says, and you'd like to believe him, except that he climbs into your bed instead of his own.

"You going back to school?"

"Jesus, Ian. You know I don't want to talk about school."

"So what did you want to talk about then, at four am?"

"You know I don't want to talk," he says, sliding one hand under your threadbare quilt as the other grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in, tight and firm whether you want to come willingly or not.

You move with him, crashing together like a force of nature, like a couple of Gallaghers making a mess of things as per usual, fueled by chaos and insanity and desperation. He kisses you like he hasn't been touched in days, even though you're pretty certain he's still fucking Karen, or maybe he's moved on to Steve's Brazilian bimbo. Either way you don't care, savoring the leftover taste of cigarette and stale beer and three day old spaghetti that's rolling off his tongue as his hands awkwardly grope their way through the blanket.

You expect it's not so much your snoring that he misses, after all.

[wandersfound.livejournal.com]

Hahah I kinda like Monica, the scene with her and Ian at the club was A M A Z I N G. Much more than Frank, anyway, although I was cracking up when he was like "ATTA BOY" at the end. XDD Yes this episode did have a sad lack of Ian and Lip interaction but I expect there will be more in the next couple episodes because OMG.

Also thissssssssss is amazing omfg akhskdjhfskgb Iannnnnnnnn You write them so perfectly I love it. <3333333

[alwaysenduphere.livejournal.com]

YES. even before that, in the house, with "you don't have to be ashamed of who you are." And then in the club HIS FAAAAAAAAAACE oh lord. But I can't stand her and Frank together and like, poor Fiona already has enough shit to deal with. PS DUDE I THINK MANDY'S KID IS LIP'S TOO.

<3

[jacyevans.livejournal.com]

Tell me about the day Sam and Dean finally make it to the Grand Canyon :)

[alwaysenduphere.livejournal.com]

I feel like you've either prompted this before or someone else has because I know I've thought about it before.

It takes you sixty-three years and five deaths, but you finally manage to get your brother to the Grand Canyon. You expect him to laugh, or whistle in appreciation, or sarcastically comment about how 'it's really not that big,' and 'that's what she said' and a million other comments, his mouth running a mile a minute like it always does when he's excited.

"It's beautiful, Sam," he says, but his voice is flat and his back is stiff.

He stands and stares at it for awhile, hands in his pockets and face blank, and you don't quite know what to say to this reaction, so you stand quietly with him and watch the sun slip further down the horizon.

"Seems pretty insignificant compared to all the shit we've seen, doesn't it?" he says after awhile, and you look at him, the fading sunlight reflecting off his five o'clock shadow, accenuating the wrinkles around his mouth and highlighting the faded scar from a Leviathan nearly thirty years ago. You suppose he has point.

"Prettier than any of the shit we've ever seen, though, right?"

He laughs, his whole body loosening up as much as it can these days. "Good point. Thank you, Sammy."

[jacyevans.livejournal.com]

Omg <3 BOYS. You have killed me dead in just a few paragraphs. I just want to hug them.