A year ago today I posted my very first GK fic, and for various reasons I feel in need of having something to celebrate today, so I'm going to celebrate that! By posting teasers for the two GK epics I have in progress.

Each of these runs about a thousand words (1-2% of the expected length of the stories), and each of them ends on an unanswered question (although people who care already more or less know the answer to one of them), so, you know, putting the tease in teaser here. I hope to be posting the babyfic this summer and the wolf-verse story before the end of the year, but obviously I can't promise anything. Caveat lector etc. etc.

( Babyfic, aka the one where Brad shows up on Nate's doorstep. )

( The great big epic miniseries-and-more-spanning next wolf-verse story )

I was thinking, I don't have anything to post for More Joy Day, but I guess I should at least post and say Yay! More Joy Day! with my happy shiny Rose icon.

Then I thought, hey, what about that WIP about Rose and Metacrisis!Ten that's been sitting around for... a while...? That's relatively happy (for Rose and Metacrisis!Ten) and has a reasonable stopping point, and it's ... 8,000 words long.

So! Here! Have the first two scenes of what could eventually be a long and schmangsty and profoundly ridiculous kidfic: Orphans of Time.

Rose/Metacrisis!Ten. post-"Journey's End". 8,000 words. Explicit.
"Well, he's the same old Doctor so far," Jackie remarked.

( Orphans of Time: Scenes 1-2 )

...And one time they did.

This was topical when I wrote it in email (as "something I want to write" although looking at it now it seems kind of ... written) a year and a half ago--in fact I think there must be some sort of factual basis for the precise date of #3 but I no longer remember what it was, did somebody find a marriage license?--and then I forgot it existed until just now, trying to dig up a piece of the Bob-gets-knocked-up story that I know I wrote down somewhere.

So! I'm just going to post this.

( Four or Five Times Frank and Jamia Didn't Get Married and One Time They Did. )

This entry is crossposted at http://dsudis.livejournal.com/531462.html.

I just finished this and I have to post it right this second or it will continue dragging out toward infinity. Please excuse any infelicities you run into toward the end. :)

7300-ish words. I am bad at summarizing.

As best I can tell, the Bob Wakes Up with Ladyparts idea started like this, on June 28, 2007, talking to iulia about an interview with Patrick Stump:

dira: Patrick: Yeah, it was...was it 'Thank You For The Venom'? Can't remember the name of it, can't remember what song I played. But it was one of their fast ones.

ChartBlog: That's SO unfair. You wanna be doing one of their slow ballads.

Patrick: I chose that song! And I did pretty well, except Bob Bryar, the drummer, likes to set his drums pretty far away, and he plays with his arms instead of his wrists. And so I couldn't come up with some of the really fast fills, cos I don't have the arm strength that he does. He's a lot more buff than people give him credit for.

iulia: Mmmm, Bob.

dira: (...I kind of want to write girl!Bob fic, where switching fucks with Bob's upper body strength, and he's fucking furious about it.)

dira: (Like, yes, okay, his dick is missing, but mostly HE CAN'T PLAY THE FUCKING DRUMS RIGHT.)

...Obviously, Bob is my favorite.

The initial idea was reinforced by this video of Bob talking about and then playing Welcome to the Black Parade, in which he mentions that the big Black Parade kit was at the very limit of his ability to play, and that he was never actually comfortable with it, hence the dual kits starting on Projekt Revolution.

So over time this idea--Bob gets switched and can't drum right and hates it--turned into a whole Bob/Gerard story called, naturally, ( Juliet Loves the Beat. )

This entry is crossposted at http://dsudis.livejournal.com/531063.html.

So the awful thing about rounding up these stories for telling is that I was going through my email and IM chatlogs, trying to find copies of what I'd told people before to work from, and in the process I have run across A LOT of other stories I'd completely forgotten about over the last two and a half years.

(For instance:

[17:40] DiraSudis: I have been wanting to write an AU (OR IS IT) where Dirty and Pete met in one of Pete's Philosophy classes in college, and Dirty is actually smarter and better-educated than Pete and just would rather run around the country being a professional goofball than slaving away in academia somewhere and not getting taken seriously anyway.
[17:40] DiraSudis: And just now I realized that it's not just that he's writing his thesis when he's not busy getting shot in the ass with a t-shirt gun, HE'S WRITING HIS THESIS IN MEDIA STUDIES ABOUT PETE.
[17:41] DiraSudis: PETE AND DIRTY ARE JIM AND BLAIR.
[17:41] DiraSudis: ...I just needed to tell someone that.
[17:42] DiraSudis: POSSIBLY THEY HAVE SPIRIT ANIMALS I DON'T KNOW.
[17:42] misspamela: Dirty's spirit animal is a FROG I THINK
[17:42] DiraSudis: Pete's spirit animal is probably a bulldog. And probably like eats or steps on the frog.
[17:42] DiraSudis: So that's probably not going to work so well.
[17:43] misspamela: but is accurate

That's the whole thing, please don't ask me to talk about it.)

ANYWAY, I managed to locate most of the bones of the Spencer/Bob story, which I had actually started writing in the hilariously mistaken belief that I could just write part of it and it would be fine! It's set from late September 2004-September 2005, so basically from shortly after Spencer's 17th birthday to a little after his 18th. It would have been stupendously NC-17 for underage sex all over the place; as it is there's nothing really graphic under the cut, but there are descriptions of what 17-year-old Spencer and 24- or 25-year-old Bob would have been up to in this story.

I did an alarming amount of tour date research for this story, mostly via the Wayback Machine and the MCR LJ comms that date back far enough, so if nothing else I have the timeline more or less right!

I wrote nearly 6,000 words of setup, which just barely got to the point where Spencer and Bob speak to each other. By that point it had accumulated two working titles - one for the part covering the first 48 hours of Bob and Spencer's acquaintance (which I figured I could keep to about 30,000 words) and the other (from a Mountain Goats song, of course) for the insanely long subsequent story spanning the entire year. So without further ado...


Spencer/Bob, 17,000 words of not-quite-fic.

( Crash Boom Bang & Through This Year: the insanely long non-AU underage Bob/Spencer story. )

So in between episodes of Merlin I am putting off working on Die Hard fic by writing Torchwood fic, and putting off writing Torchwood fic by doing, um, this (and this, and this and this) in comments. In case anyone did actually want some Die Hard McClane/Farrell kidfic arranged in sort of random order. It's, um, avant-garde.

(renenet, I think sheerly for the sake of delicious-ing, may or may not have dubbed this "Something to Hope On," but rest assured that if I ever put it in chronological order and one tense and really write it, it will almost certainly have a new and much stupider title. *g*)

So! Here is a story that I thought up and yet am definitely, definitely not ever going to write. It is definitely not fic, and definitely not fic not for iuliamentis's birthday, which today is not. Or something like that. Point is: we watched Journey's End yesterday, and I found I needed to write this down.

It all started with lucythedragon's amazing and brilliant Castiel vs. Ten Picspam Poll, which, among other things, has Donna Noble winning (over Anna) for best redhead-who-bosses-him-around, and Dean Winchester winning (over Rose) for best troublesome big-eyed blond he adores.

Which left me saying "Oh, man, Dean/Donna" and then, in really quite short order ( it collapsed into schmoopy Dean/Donna curtainfic. )

More drabbles, and more fandoms this time:

misspamela wanted Supernatural! Something about Bobby!

( The Third Sunday in June )

mclachlan asked for Torchwood, Jack/Ianto - Jack discovers Ianto is a timelord.

( Nobody Dies at This Time )

iuliamentis requested Doctor Who! DoctorDonnafriends!

( Just the Claps )

strangecobwebs wanted the bandom/Criminal Minds crossover of my heart: Spencer/Spencer! Smith trying to explain...something...to Reid!

( Hard to Explain )

Another boring day at work, and the post with the requests is about to fall off the end of my recent entries page, so: more drabbles!

For mrsronweasley, who was so kind as to not request a hundred words of Those Pirates You Told Me About.

( Dief is, of course, a monkey (and not named Dief). )

shnaucl wanted Present day Don/Charlie, Charlie stuck in a tree.

( Treed )

iuliamentis has only been asking for a Dead Like Me drabble for a month now, and she is my best friend, and after all it's true...

( Reapers Need Hugs )

qe2 asked for Johnny/Walt/Sarah, prompt line "Cornflakes are good for the soul".

( Pure Corn )

First things first:

Happy Birthday, lynnmonster!!

I can't wait until the next time we're sitting on some porch steps together. :)

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And now for something completely different (although if this should amuse you, Lynn, feel free to claim it).

School and work and the emotional rollercoaster of playoff hockey (there is nothing more happy-making than roaming the internets for coverage the day after a playoff win, and nothing more depressing than doing the same the day after a playoff loss, and I seem equally compelled to do it in either case) have been conspiring to kick my ass up and down the block this past week, and look fair to keep it up for the next seventeen days, not that I'm counting or anything.

To keep myself on a vaguely even keel, and to entertain iuliamentis, who is headed into finals and thus getting her ass kicked up and down an entirely different block six hundred miles from me, I have been writing a bit of West Wing crackfic. On the off chance that anyone else needs this particular antidote to their Monday...

( Three Feet Tall and Naked )