The Fabric of the Cosmos

I have to admit that I've come to the very painful, very real conclusion that I am one of those jump-to-the-end-to-find-out-what-happens readers. Which is, strangely, something that is slightly depressing (to my mind) to admit. Mostly because what says boring-old-shoe better than being someone who doesn't like surprises? - which, surprise surprise, I don't much. Sometimes. 

Anyway.

The reason for this not important admission is because I stumbled across a story I read, quite literally, years ago that to-this-very-day still depresses the ever living shit out of me. I'm talking just thinking about it makes me want a stiff drink, which is better than right after I read it because I'd cry. No lie. Tears would be streaming down my face and I'd look like an absolute fucking freak, crying in front of my computer screen, snotting up my keyboard. Not an image I want to cultivate, seriously. 

I'll spare you all the fun details of the story but needless to say it was in my boy band days (*shifty eyes*) and involved, vaguely, a boy band. The main character of the story (male) ends up falling in love with a OMC (short version) and you get forty - count them, forty! - chapters of relationship and future building that was, honestly, so breathtakingly real that I was completely and utterly emotionally invested in the characters. I wanted them to make it. I wanted them to face the quibbles and heartbreak of being in a male/male relationship (I'm sorry, 'homosexual relationship' just sounds way too clinical to me, always has) while one of them was under an international microscope - where anything he does can totally screw the other guys in his band - and the other is dealing with the pressure of not only his lover's fame (which is growing exponentially every day) but the band manager trying to destroy their relationship for the good of the band. And, yeah, okay, I know it sounds flamingly dramatic, but it was written in a way that totally sold the drama. Now, okay, you're asking yourself 'why is that depressing?'. Well, I'll tell you why!

The OMC is killed at the end. Beaten to death by homophobic assholes. In front of his lover. In June. 

All right. Okay. So, yeah, this isn't Brokeback Mountain (point of interest, this story was written and finished about a year before Brokeback came out in the New Yorker) and no one warned me about this being a fucking deathfic! And, you know, I have a big fucking problem with that. 

Why? 

Because this happy cookie doesn't read deathfics! 

Ever. At all. Anywhere. 

I want the 'And So They Lived Happily Ever After Even Though That's Really Not Realistic But Fuck Reality It's Too Depressing' ending. It makes me happy. It improves my day. It makes me not want to throw in the towel and say 'you know what world? Suck it!' because that's the kind of happy person I am. I mean, really, is it too much to ask to have the person live? Real life is so depressing as it is that nearly the entirely world is on Ritalin (or, for me, chocolate) because of it. 

Don't get me wrong. I love angst. Angst and me are like this: *crosses fingers* and that's me on bottom because me and angst? We're secrets lovers. But c'mon! Give us readers a break and warn us. I don't need to be traumatized by my reading material! I live in the same state as Bush for godsake, I'm traumatized enough! 

*shakes head*

I'm not an overly emotional person - I swear I'm not - but deathfics make me want to grind my teeth. Especially since, and this is just a generalization, every writer I've ever spoken to about their deathfic says the same thing: "I wanted it to be as realistic as possible". 

So, what you're saying is, in real life there are no happy endings? (*squints* please don't drag me into a philosophical debate on the subject)

Because, let me tell you, there are. Maybe not many, maybe not always, but there are happy endings. Somewhere. Some place. Quite possibly in your next door neighbors fan fiction BUT! It's there, ready and waiting. So write it, for god's sake, before I have to take an upper just to get through reading in my fandom(s).

Which, coincidentally, means that I'll have a righteous drug addiction and when, years from now, I'm on an episode of Intervention, I'll blame it all on fan fiction.

P.s. - Don't get me wrong, death does not necessarily equal unhappy (I've seen Somewhere In Time, yo), but fannish wise? It always, always does. I long for the days that happy endings were actually cool.

I've been wandering around the internet today  - my stomach ulcer gave me hell last night so I wasn't in any condition to do anything other than lay around like a very painful lump - and I stumbled across the Ebook Library, which is a site for fan fiction authors to upload their fan fiction in various formats so those of us with ebook readers (me!) can read it on the go. If you haven't visited there, you really need to. It's a absolutely wonderful place.

I'm thinking about uploading my fiction there just as soon as I figure out how to direct link to my divshare account. Everyone else on the site has a click/download method going on and I can only figure out how to link them to the web page to download the stuff. Why does linking have to be so complicated?

In any case, I'm kind of hoping that a few authors out there on my friends list *cough*hint*cough* would consider having their fan fiction done up in e-book format. Ever since I got my Sony Reader (a gift from my awesome sister), I've been ebook-ing my favorite fan fiction like mad. Having that site just made my life that much easier. 

The only thing I'm having issues doing - as far as ebook-ing - is figuring out how to insert a table of contents that is accurate. I'm using a portable version of MS Windows 2007 for the computer I ebook on and every time I try to create a table of contents (for personal use, I put several stories in one ebook) that has the correct page number for which page each story is on. I'll have to keep working with it, I guess.

Other than that, everything works out nicely. I just finished doing a love Magnificent 7 e-book for myself with multiple stories - all Chris/Ezra - with lovely art and book covers. Too bad Sony Reader only shows pictures black and white. Oy vey.

Anyhow, if you haven't been over there, run now. It really made my day.

 Yay! I wrote Fusion Fic! For Numb3rs and Supenatural! It's my first time! *Yay!*

Title: And Then He Wakes
Author: Prentice
Rating: PG-15
Fandoms: Numbers, Supernatural
Pairings: Don/Charlie
Spoilers: Supernatural Season 4 – Episode 1 
Notes: This is a fusion between Numbers and Supernatural with the Eppes boys in place of the Winchester boys. What’s the mean? It means that the yellow-eyed demon wanted Charlie, not Sam, and that it was Don not Dean who went to Hell. 
Author’s Note: Because this is a fusion, Don and Charlie may very well not be in character but I’m trying to write them in a way that reflects this very different life their living i.e. Don never became an FBI agent but a demon hunter and Charlie is still absolutely brilliant but doesn’t teach at CalSci and relies heavily on the strength of his brother as a hunter.

Summary: Don makes it a few hours before he calls his brother…


( .and then he wakes to the sound of angels )

This is seriously NSFW but I absolutely had to share this with my f-list because...holy hannah!...also, this image is big so for those on dial-up...don't click

South Beach Diet fucking sucks. End Story.

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Title: Change and Regret
Author: Prentice
Rating: PG15
Warning: Language.
Pairing: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own, I don’t make money, and no infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: This is based solely on the movie, Wanted, and not the comic book because as much as I enjoyed them, I wanted to write for the movie more.

Summary: Wesley Gibson could change what he was, Wesley Cross won’t.

Can I just say that I absolutely freaking adore Comic Con?! Only there can you get sweet news like this!

John Barrowman might be Captain America

Personally, I love Barrowman's acting, both on stage and on televsion, so if he got the part I'd be plenty happy even though I was secretly hoping for a complete unknown in the part. 

No one I know really knows a damn thing about Barrowman so if anyone around here does, give me some opinions: do you think he'd make a good Cap?

Also for those of you who write Ironman/Cap America...what do you think? 

Robert/John porn abounds *snicker*

Title: Primeval
Author: Prentice
Rating: NC17
Pairings: John/Matt.
Warnings: Zombies. Blood. Gore. Violence. A blood bath. Hot Angry Sex. More Zombies. Hot Not Angry Sex.
Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to say I own John McClane and Matt Farrell, I don't so don't sue me. I'm broke.
Author's Notes: Read the below.

minttown1 said: "McClane vs. a zombie hoard would be awesome."
atlantisgrrrl said: "That's gonna be a goddamned massacre! *approves* There can be frantic Oh-god-you're-still-alive-sex as well *nods* ".
I thought: I'll do it!

Story Notes: [1] This story is set directly after the events of Live Free or Die Hard while the United States is still recovering from the fall out of Gabriel's fire sale. [2] There IS a non-slash story for this that I'm posting on fan fiction (dot) net. So if you just want John McClane killing the shit out of zombies and Matt Farrell screaming like a girl...go there.

Summary:  Pri-me-val (adjective): 1. ancient and origional  at or from the ancient original stages in the development of something  2. primitive primitive, or arising from instinct rather than thought

Is it just me or does it seem like everyone is busy these days? I don't just mean in real life but online too? I've barely spoken to any of my friends, both online and RL, for the past few weeks and hung out with them in even longer. 

I'm supposed to do a July 4th thing with a friend but it's already starting to look like the situation is wavering. I don't really know why, either. Every single person I talk to seems to say the same thing as me: where the hell did my social life go?!

Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty damn close to being a granny at heart - my idea of going out is going out for dinner and a movie or planning a low-key trip to a music festival or something; not club hopping or getting blindingly drunk (I have a fairly low tolerance for alcohol so when everyone's on their 4/5 I'm moaning about my head hurting...) - but still! 

Once upon a time I did have a social life. I did go out with friends. Now it's work and home. Work and home. For everyone! Gah! 

At least The Incredible Hulk is coming out soon. I'll get out of the house for that one. Plus, Tony Stark is going to make an appearance so....*fangirl!squealofglee*

So today I got invited on over to Moola.com and joined up. I now have 99 invites sitting waiting to be used so if anyone wants one, just click here!

For those wondering, Moola is a site that you can play games for free and make money. The person who invited me said they've made $30 so far and since I joined up this morning I've made $2.00. :P

The New York Connection Poster A "movie" poster for Nix's The New York Connection series So I got bored during my lunch hour and was skimming over some of my old  fan fiction favorites when I ran across The New York Connection by NIX, which is absolutely wonderful, and decided to do a image search for Gary Sinise and Rob Morrow. How could I resist after I found those two pictures? Also, I did a DVD mock-up, which was entirely too fun: Anyone else out there have a fan fic that I can do a mock-up for? I'm ridiculous fond of doing them now (they're fun!)

All right. I know this ISN'T Robert P. but this is the Edward Cullen I saw when I read the books and plus, the picture was just too beautiful not to use - there's just something about the way he's posed that I find delightful. Also I wanted to make a fan poster for Twilight for a while now. Sadly, I didn't have a editing program on my laptop until I remembered that I had a PSP7 disc hidden away in my closet and so...ta-da!

So basically, before the new year I started a blog on wordpress...and promptly forgot all about it...until today!

After rediscovering it, I went back in and deleted all but the very first post and decided that I would use it for my writing blog. I know I have a livejournal but I don't post all my fan fiction here. Mostly because I'm a lazy ass who doesn't feel like going back and tagging all my old fan fiction entries or putting them all in the memories section. Also, I have works in progress that I NEVER post on here because they're works in progress...so....

I'm going to post all my fan fiction, both completed and WIP, over on my Fiddly Bits blog, which can be found here: http://slyprentice.wordpress.com/

Yeah...I'm being a big ol' lazy ass.

You know what kind of fan fiction I'm craving right now for no other reason than I just re-watched Series 1 of Torchwood? 

I want to see a John Sheppard/Ianto Jonest fan fiction piece -- why? Because it would piss Jack off! XD

I know what happens in Series 2 (I watched all the episodes as they came on BBC - adore international television!) and while I adore the Jack/Ianto-ness of it all (Kiss Kiss Bang Bang date scene; adrift nakedsexomgyes moment; anyone?) but I'm still terribly unsatisfied how Ianto just...let Jack back in. 

I want angst dammit! I want Jack to have to win his man! I want Ianto to be so damn sexy (and Welsh) that Jack just can't stand that he can't touch! 

*sigh*

After having one laptop crash and the other stolen all in the same day (my stories! *cries*), I need Jack to grovel dammit! And be faithful! (My god that man's a whore but a whore with great abs).

Well...I am now officially without a computer. My laptop crashed and crashed hard. I wasn't even able to do a system recovery or restore - it's too beyond fucked up. I now have to send it back to Gateway more than likely - I'm taking a timeout because I spent the entire Friday trying to fix it and managed to give myself a massive migraine - and have lost all of my stories.

All of them.

*headdesk*

I am now going to restrict myself to only writing in notebooks and then doing the fine tweaking on the computer. That being said, I've completely lost my copy of Microsoft Word. It was the lastest edition. I no longer have the product key. *whimper*

All right, this will be a super short post but for those of you who don't know, tomorrow at 0900 GMT several major cities (twenty-six) are going to have 'Earth Hour'. You can read all about exactly what Earth Hour is over at yahoo: http://green.yahoo.com/news/afp/20080328/wl_asia_afp/climatewarmingaustraliaearthhour.html

I encourage those of you who can to participate! Not only is it a very cool idea but I love the thought of thousands of people are doing the same thing at the same time to encourage Earth-awareness. We only have one home planet, so let's do what we can to save it. :)

And, yeah, I know I sound like an advert but it's so cool :P

Usually I'm a very understanding person. I really am. I try not to put pressure on anyone, especially when fandom related, because seriously why should any of us be bashed on for a hobby? I've had enough Bad-Fandom-Experiences to last me a lifetime and I don't want to anyone to go through that. Hell, anyone who was following my Harry Potter fan fiction probably remembers the whole bitchy-psychotic-stalker-feedbacker that literally drove me to give up fan fiction for a few years due to sheer and utter loathing of it. 

But - and yes, there's going to be a but here - BUT there are some things that I've been faced with lately in both fandom and reality that really cheese me off.

First of all...

Title:  Broken Dreams
Author: Prentice
Rating: FRM
Fandom: Tin Man
Pairing: Azkadellia/DG
Feedback: is cherished.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it and if you think I do, you’re as crazy as Azkadellia.
Author’s Note: Written as an unofficial entry into the incest50 prompt community, this is the first femmeslash  story I’ve ever written. I’m fairly proud of it for that reason alone so please be gentle, it’s my first time.  Wink.

Summary: Azkadellia dreams of kissing her sister.

Azkadellia dreams of kissing her sister. Of pale OZian moonlight and the sweet taste of soft lips against hers. She dreams of warm soft sighs and the steady thump of a heart, so familiar yet so new, pounding against her breast. She dreams of pink tongues gliding and sliding against each other; tasting, testing, memorizing.

She dreams of creamy limbs, silken skin, and supple breasts. Of beautiful blue eyes that darken with passions and love and forbidden but sacred secrets. She dreams of wiry hair, curly and thick, and ghost white thighs. She dreams of moans, cries, and her name whispered in tender blissful affection.

Azkadellia dreams of DG, her beautiful baby sister, and wishes she could make it real.

END

 
EDIT: I can't get my font to re-size *cries*

Title: Pieces
Author: Prentice
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Warnings: Incest (duh!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. I just play.
Feedback: is appreciated.
Notes: I have tentative plans to write more to this (a part two) but for now this can be read purely as a stand alone, depending on how you feel about it.
Summary: Don Eppes is hung over the next morning.