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|Thursday, June 10th, 2010|
Journeys of a Lovelorn Antichrist"
details the trials of a teenage Adam Young, of "Good Omens", in winning Pepper's heart. A friend suggest he look at womens' magazines for inspiration:Adam tried this, but had subsequently come away feeling even more confused than he had been before. How, after all, was he supposed to become a sensitive yet tough high flyer to whom success didn't actually matter, with the body of male model, the face of a boy band member, the eyes of a movie star and the soul of a poet – but not a depressive one – who could cook (whilst making sure that he still looked tough whilst doing it) and do DIY (but without being too macho about it) and dress stylishly (without of course being fixated with appearance)?
|Sunday, January 31st, 2010|
: I didn't consider this a particularly marvellous fic, but it was okay, and this one line could have saved it from being far worse than it was.Flipping the toothpick over and over in his mouth, he walked across the parking lot to his tatty Vauxhall Astra. Murdoc didn't care about the cars he drove. Not for him a massive 4-wheel-drive that never went near a dirt track, or a flashy, red, convertible sportscar. He was of the opinion that the bigger and more expensive the car a man drove, the smaller his penis.
Judging from the condition of the Vauxhall Astra, Murdoc's penis was six feet long.
|Monday, January 19th, 2009|
|Saturday, November 29th, 2008|
Chronicles of Narnia
'Lay Down Your Jewelled Head' by loki013
"The schoolyard swarms chaotically with children, noise and rushing bodies blurring together into one joyful shouting mass. Lucy has faced battles and evil sorceresses, but the turmoil of the schoolyard terrifies her. She lingers on the edge, observing. The battles are smaller, less bloody, but just as vicious.
There is one girl, small for her age, hovering at the edge of the crowd, like Lucy. Her clothes fit her awkwardly and she stands with a lonely knock-kneed sort of hope, gazing longingly at the knot of children. The other girls ignore her, decidedly cutting her out from their games. Lucy watches, amazed by the utter ordinariness of these everyday betrayals, amazed at how much they matter. These are what wars are won and lost on—she knows that better than anyone, except perhaps Edmund.
She gathers her courage, remembering the feel of fur under her fingers and the weight of her crown, and marches across the schoolyard. No one will dare argue with her."http://loki013.livejournal.com/257784.html#cutid1
|Wednesday, November 26th, 2008|
From my favourite
Context: After running into SG-1 in a Sunnydale graveyard and fighting off some demons and vampires serving a Goa'uld, the Scoobies head for Buffy's house, prompting the following exchange:
Buffy looked back to the military group. "You guys coming?"
None of them spoke for a moment, trading slightly puzzled looks.
"Information? You know, intelligence?" Buffy asked. "Free of charge."
"Plus snacks," Xander chimed in. "I think Mrs. Summers is making nachos."
Buffy smiled. "You're all welcome to come." She looked around. "Anyone seen Spike?" she asked - then shrugged it off and made for home.
* * * * * * *
"We have got to get control of this situation," O'Neill fumed as they began to trail the younger generation.
"Perhaps we should confide in them, O'Neill," Teal'c said.
O'Neill stopped in his tracks. "What?!"
"The young woman fought with a strength that rivals the strongest of any Jaffa. And she appears to possess knowledge of the sort of creatures this renegade Goa'uld is choosing for his forces. Both are powerful assets." He paused. "It is also significant that her elder recognized the mark of Apophis," he continued, absently replacing the ski-cap on his head.
Daniel passed them, shaking his head. "Not necessarily, Teal'c. Apophis was, after all, part of the ancient Egyptian pantheon, so that may be the extent of his knowledge. But it may still be worth looking into."
"Carter? Please tell me you have a sensible suggestion?"
Carter shrugged. "Those kids are involved somehow. Our best bet to get them out of the way may be to play along, get what information we can." She smiled as she walked past O'Neill and Teal'c to follow Daniel. "And I could go for some nachos right about now."
O'Neill groaned, put the staff on his shoulder, and looked at Teal'c. "Please tell me you're not thinking nachos."
"I was not."
"But I am amenable to the idea."
O'Neill watched Teal'c pass him, using his staff weapon as a walking stick, then glanced skyward. "Why me?" he asked, before trudging off.
I've read that story at least a dozen times, and Teal'c being amenable to nachos cracks me up every single time.
|Sunday, February 24th, 2008|
|Thursday, July 19th, 2007|
Ah, quotes! One can always do with more quotes! Thought I'd share a few of my favourite quotes. And, all of the fics are highly recommended.
"Marriage is the promise of eternal love," he said, frowning slightly. "How can I promise eternally that which I have never felt momentarily?"
Second Chances 1, kishijoten
I write my full name down on the paper. I quietly hiss, "Jumblio" and watch the magic change ‘Tom Marvolo Riddle’ into… ‘Lord Leotard Mom IV’? Really? What the hell happened to the first three mothers of Lord Leotard? You know what? I don’t think I want to know.
Birth of a Name, nonjon
"But he doesn't know. He thinks you're still Sirius. Even though I know you're not."
While this obviously made perfect sense to Sirius and Harry, Snape was quite plainly confused.
"Harry, do you care to explain that last statement?"
Harry stared at his professor innocently. Snape wondered, again, how Harry could be so naïve and trusting after all he had been through. "You see, professor, Sirius really isn't Sirius. Well, he is Sirius, but he isn't."
Snape thought, how can Sirius not be Sirius but still be Sirius?
Three O'Clock in the Morning 4, Speaking Softly, Doneril
His next question was curt, and I preened inwardly. Even supposedly rendered helpless with Veritaserum, I'd managed to irritate Slytherin. "What is your name?"
"Harry Bigglestaff Evans," I said solemnly.
Slytherin raised an eyebrow, and it was all I could do not to let out a betraying gasp of laughter. "What are your intentions for this school?"
"Redecoration," I said flatly.
"Redecoration?" Slytherin repeated incredulously.
"To redo the decoration of a building or room."
He must have begun to suspect something was amiss, because his next question was sharp and to the point. "What is your relation to the wizard Morass?"
"He's my cousin's husband's former brother-in-law's maiden aunt's former lover's uncle's business parter, and we have tea during the week and exchange various desert recipes for weekend baking all-nighters."
Nullifier 4, The Founders, Aedalen
He scowled at me. "Why did me singing Santa Clause is Coming to Town make you think I had sex?"
I smirked. "I’m not sure. It’s not a very erotic song, is it?"
I'm Sure You'll Contract My Disease 7, A verry merry interlude, siriusblackatemybaby
"Really?" Harry asked curiously, "You’re a Malfoy?" Harry looked over the boy, noticing the heavily gelled blonde hair and pale blue eyes. "I’ve never met anyone from a different species before! My name’s Harry, do you have a name or do Malfoys not have names?"
So sue me 7, Go baby, go, go, Lunakatrina
Not even autumn yet, where had the sun gone? The wireless had promised it was going to be a pleasant day, but the sky overhead was steel, and leafy, dripping trees lined Whitehall avenue. He ducked his head and pulled the cloak a bit tighter. Well, this was what he got for listening to WWN relay the Muggle forecast.
On Moonlight’s Leash 1, The Dragon Spire, Rage Point
October came; the wind grew bitter and more fierce, and with it came the war. How pathetic it had been for Harry to think that the war had already begun, simply because of a few attacks here, a few disappearances there. That was not war.
War awoke them all in the dead of night, near the beginning of the month when the leaves were just beginning to turn. The attacks had begun only hours earlier
The Reader, Aja
"So are you fucking him, too?"
"There is no 'too'," Sephiroth snapped. He could feel his chest going tight with anger. "There is no 'fucking'. There is nothing, and the only one who has any problem accepting that is you, it seems. And if you speak like that to me again, you won't have the chance to give some other person a concussion, because I'll kick you out myself."
Fusion 11, Knowing Shadows
"Legion. Wonderful. Why don't we ever get hordes of enemies who call themselves by sweet, unassuming names, like the Reign of Inefficiency or Horde of Most Weak and Terrified?"
"Because, Reno, then they'd take all the good names and there'd be none left for you."
Xehorista Tora 9, Asprosdracos
"Piece of shit I never loved you anyway you whore bastard son of a – come on baby, why do you do this to me?"
What the fuck?, konitsu
Home is a wisp of clouds in the sky, a trail of dust on the horizon, it's there but it might as well not be for all the good that it does me.
Manning, Sasjah Miller
"You called me a DORK!" Saruman bellowed.
"Yes, I think very highly of you," Ragna said. "Before you turned evil, you were a great dork."
There was a long, ominous silence.
There was a long, ominous hiss.
The world exploded in white and urple.
"Oh dear," Miss Cam said. " I hope Morgoth and Sauron weren’t in the hallway…"
"You are trying to blind me with urple light through that wizard of yours!"
"Mine? I thought he had sided with YOU!"
"Now, now," Ragna broke in, still sounding cheerful. "Dark Lords, you are great dorks, so you will understand that we were only…"
"The lesson from this, students, it’s knowing for sure what a word means before you use it," Miss Cam said. "Now take cover…"
The Official Fanfiction University of Middle-earth 37, The urple wizard and a few dorks, Camilla Sandman
"So what are we looking at?" Jack asked, leaning against the wall as Teal'c got the infernal device up and running. "Google for Goa'ulds?" Current Mood: cheerful
Upon a fiery steed 2, Breakout, Vathara
|Tuesday, November 21st, 2006|
Firefly, Batman, and M*A*S*H
Hey gang, newbie here. I mostly haunt fanfiction.net, and you'd be surprised at how many tidbits of goodness you can find. 8)
“Kaylee!” Mal bit off in exasperation. “We ain’t done holdin’ these folks hostage yet! I ain’t in the habit of offerin’ tea and dumplings to people I’m holdin’ a weapon on.”
She grinned at him, completely unrepentant. “Don’t worry Cap’n, I’ll bring you a glass too. Aft’rall, ya only need one hand to point a gun at these nice folks.”
~Winding River by Mistress of the Knighthttp://www.fanfiction.net/s/2833397/1/
There are three things scarier than a competent administrative assistant.
The first is the threat of total nuclear annihilation through a slowly descending cloud of radio-active particles blown into the atmosphere when three major global powers get skippy with big red buttons. The second involves Batman, severe trauma inflicted on one of his closest friends, and about four hours in which he is allowed to Plan. And the third generally involves any female on the planet before sufficient caffeine is pumped into her system.
~Good Deeds, by A.jhttp://www.fanfiction.net/s/1523490/1/
He’s a beautiful mess tonight, a tangle of tired bones and angry questions swept up in a pain that is dark and sharp. His eyes are shining and his hair is tussled, and his fragility makes him so endearingly human that she wants to kiss his face and rock him like a child. Instead she places a hand on his back.
To her relief, he doesn’t break.
~Faceless, by Samantha Caldwellhttp://www.fanfiction.net/s/1843336/1/
|Saturday, September 30th, 2006|
Gundam Wing: The Arrangement
Hi. Just stumbled into this community mere minutes ago, and I cannot NOT post my favorite quote ever from the GW fandom:
"You are like an egg."
Plain and simple, as only Duo Maxwell can state. And it's one of the quotes that are lodged inside my brain, too far to be washed away by the raging current of Rio de Pop Media. But it is so powerful, and so apt, when used to describe the relationship between one Heero Yuy and one chang Wufei, in this gripping tale called,The Arrangement
A classic fanfiction novel, that one. Makes me cry every time. Current Mood: insomniac high
|Friday, September 1st, 2006|
Lord of the Rings
's fic, Nine Men And A Little Lady
is a very humorous look at the Fellowship, plus one extra member: Mary Sue. This parody fic is comprised of many journal entries by various characters, each discussing their journey, and the Mary Sue character along the way. Sounds odd, I know, but it's funny.
My favorite, however, was this simple line:Galadriel's Journal
Lothlorien, February 15, 3019
Today the Fellowship moves on. A great evil passes from my domain, and a vast dank shadow lifts from the hearts of my people.
Oh, and the One Ring is leaving, too.
xD Oh Mary Sue, how we mock thee. It's funnier when you read the whole thing, though. Go check it out. :3 Current Mood: amused
|Tuesday, July 4th, 2006|
Shounen-ai to make the comm less dead
It was only three months ago that Gaara had stood up before the gathered villagers and announced that Lee had been his lover for some time now and that he didn't think this state of affairs would change, so Suna could now consider the two men married, get used to it, if you're unhappy about it feel free to drop by the Kazekage's office after hours to discuss it at length.
Gaara, more familiar with his own village, knew that his marriage with Lee had in fact done a lot to warm the villagers towards Gaara himself; it informed them that their aloof Kazekage was indeed human, with human needs and the ability to love. But what Lee was suggesting...was probably a bit too much information for them. Besides, Gaara felt sure it was illegal according to Sunagakure's statutes, and he didn't feel like presiding over his own trial for public lewdness.
-From Big Heart, Drunken Fist
, by maldolor_gw
|Friday, June 2nd, 2006|
Good Omens and Iron Klaus
This is from the Good Omens section of ff.net, but is an Eroica crossover with Iron Klaus in the role of Archangel. The Iron Archangel.Angels Everywhere
by afraiBefore the horror the Archangel stood, his gun aimed dead centre at one of the many foreheads, his wings spread and still against the storm. He was smiling -- not the bright, terrifying simulation of friendliness he'd turned on Aziraphale when threatening him, but a fiercely joyous smile, as if looking death in the eye was precisely his idea of a good time. His eyes were genuinely happy, and wholly forgetful of self. There was no fear in them at all.
|Wednesday, April 12th, 2006|
Good fic quote: His Son's Father [Fandom: Artemis Fowl]
Artemis FowlTitle: His Son's fatherAuthor:
The White LilyGenre(s):
(from Chapter Seven, non-spoiling):Reflecting on how desperate Arty must have been to risk submitting to slavery was hardly a productive train of thought. Each mental image of what he could have been going through was worse than the last – but dwelling on the factual image of those sleepless and shadowed blue eyes that had been hardly recognisable as my son’s was scarcely better. Nor was considering the bruises on his pale wrists, or the reasons he might have been pulling against his restraints in such a way as to produce them. Even worse was remembering the tense set of his jaw as his captor had so deliberately and insultingly patted him on the head. Perhaps the worst of all was the bone-deep fear that, even if Arty made it out of this alive and physically unharmed, he would be unable to avoid lasting psychological scars. Current Mood: Killin' pain in my neck...
|Thursday, March 23rd, 2006|
"Just for Tonight", a Harry Potter one-shot.
Excellent one-shot, for your canon needs.Fandom:
Harry PotterName: Just for TonightAuthor: Alcarcalime
(excellent fics there)Ginny sighed at the recollection and hugged her knees against her chest. She propped her chin on them and let her hair fall beside her face like a thick, silk curtain. She kept on staring at the flames that, in Ginny’s eyes, they seemed to dance at the fireplace. No matter how dull they seemed to appear, Ginny felt like they were beckoning her, calling her. But the flames, like Harry, were unreachable that even though they were there in front of her, she still couldn’t touch them because she’d only hurt herself if she did.
But it was hurting her more as she kept pretending. She knew he was feeling the same; his actions that day confirmed so. Though she knew this was against everything they had agreed on, that it might hurt them even more in the end, she realized that she didn’t care.
She knew what she needed to do. Current Mood: content
|Monday, February 27th, 2006|
From The White Dog
by Becky Tailweaver. "I knew him." Sesshomaru's tone was low, flat, almost angry. "And he knew me. He was my father, but I was never really his son. Why do you think he left Tetsusaiga to you? You were his favorite!"
Inuyasha pulled back from the near-bark, surprised. "But I...I didn't..."
"No, you didn't." Sesshomaru turned to the last door in the small, square hallway--the one door which had not yet been opened. Gripping its fine wooden frame, he slid it open
almost forcefully, stepping aside so that Inuyasha could look within. "You didn't have to do anything. He loved you anyway, from the very moment you were born. Look, Inuyasha--look well at the life he wanted for you."
Stepping carefully around his brother's rigid form, Inuyasha peered curiously into the chamber beyond, momentarily confused. It was smaller than his mother's room, and the wall screens were painted more vibrantly with active, playful scenes. Another ornate bed stood against one wall, while a polished wooden cabinet stood against the other. A small, fine silk kimono was hung on a rack in one corner, a pair of slippers sitting beneath it. Various toys were set at the foot of the bed--stuffed animals of silk and linen, little clay statuettes and wooden figures, even several brightly-colored tops and a little wheeled wagon.
It took him several perplexed moments realize that this was a child's room.
He required another full beat to realize that it was
|Thursday, February 23rd, 2006|
Get your hopes up!
Have you ever despaired about the lousy education of teenagers nowadays that don't allow them to write properly even the simplest words? Have you lost your faith in the youth, thanks to so much awful fanfiction crowding the publishing spaces for fans? Read this writer's fics and be merry. Here lies the counter for every English homework-slacker Suethor out there (OMGshe's fourteen!).
Title: The SILENCE and the STORM
Author: Dim Aldebaran
Fandom: Artemis Fowl
Excerpt:He was silent.
It wasn’t just the silence of the shy, where one would open up word by word like the unfurling petals on a rose, where everyone would look at his marvelous inner light and feel glad that he had blossomed so beautifully, since beauty was so
He was silent.
It wasn’t a literal quiet, not all the time. He had a little clique of fellow nerds that crowded round him like fangirls, and he would talk to them and they would take in every word without even noticing how he did not ever look at them. He had opinions he would voice with that crackling wit of his in Philosophy; he had a fondness for Nietzsche during Complex Analysis, read page by page as the hour stretched on by.
But he was still silent. Current Mood: So satisfied.
|Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006|
The Rapunzel Complex
Excellent work of fiction for your enjoyment. It is an Harry Potter/Artemis Fowl crossover, seen from Hermione's point of view. Read and judge yourselves.Title:The Rapunzel ComplexAuthor: Dim Aldebaran
and Saeriel.Excerpt:O, what a seductive thing this was! She would have hours to look into it, if she so chose—a simple spell on the door, and the Order would know she was working on something and was Not To Be Disturbed. To even pour through select memories of Voldemort—ones that he chose to manipulate the viewer with—would be well worth whatever reprimand would be given to her, even if she was somehow found out.
When entering memories into a Pensieve, one could not lie or edit the truth—and one couldn’t always control what went in.
Even Voldemort made mistakes.
One thing was certain. Once Dumbledore looked in, no one else would be able to, mind-trap spells or no. It was now, or never.
Hermione was not a stupid girl, nor an impulsive one. In fact, one of Snape’s rare praises was that her cool-headedness and logical approach to problems was what made her such a good code-breaker.
That, however, had been followed by a scathing remark that had left her baffled—that true geniuses did not sit and study textbooks all day, just like true wolves never paused to sharpen their teeth before the hunt. Current Mood: content
|Wednesday, February 15th, 2006|
Harry Potter fandom, naturally
A quote from a supremely amusing little fic I just read over at the Sugar Quill.The Dangers of Miscommunication
by Jack IchijoujiAfter Colin had scampered off to find his lady love (feeling slightly put-out by Ginny's fun) Ginny returned her attention to Niptuck the Medical. The essay was easy to write once she got going. She wrote one paragraph and the reworded it again and again until she filled the length of the essay. She got the idea from Binns' lectures, which worked in a very similar fashion.
She looked up from her essay to find Harry standing nearby, wearing a very strange look on his face. "Harry, glad you're here. I'm down to the last paragraph of this thing and I'm running out of synonyms. How do you spell 'knockers'?" Current Mood: amused
|Monday, February 6th, 2006|
I found it on Fanfiction.net... I know, shocking. Anyway it is a one shot and the story seems to have a beatiful poetic flow about it. It's called Broken Hearted.
Here are some of my favorite quotes in it:
"The silence is awkward; the pain in my heart is fierce. But I continue to sit, sit beside Harry, in the over powering awkward silence."
" I know better. I try to hide my angry, bitter expression as my gaze wanders back over to Harry's face. He has that look. That look, I hate that look he gives her. The look of total caring, loyalty and understanding, of love… Hermione always returns that look back at him. Harry never looked at me like that."
"I hear only silence, but I see that Harry, Hermione and Ron are speaking, laughing having fun. But to me all I hear is silence. Like a curse was put on me, I choose not to listen to them or to join in. I suddenly feel Ron’s eyes upon me. I look over. Hermione and Ron look concerned. Harry avoids my eyes. I hate how he avoids my eyes."
"Then the break up happened, at first I thought he was being noble when he broke it off with me. But then I noticed the looks, the looks he and Hermione share. I realized that he ended it with me because he wanted her..."
"I am strong. I won't let it get me down. I will try to move on. I just wish he loved me the way he loves her...the way I love him."
Although the entire fic isn't perfect, it does show effort. I really love this fic. It's one of my favorites. Current Mood: crazy
|Friday, February 3rd, 2006|
Ron/Hermione for your canon needs
And they were left standing there.
In the silence, Ron and Hermione looked at each other awkwardly. "I suppose we ought to be a bit flattered," Hermione said, looking anything but flattered. "But, honestly, I never thought Eloise would - I mean, she told me she needed help with her homework."
"Yeah," Ron muttered. Hermione looked troubled as they stood in silence for a few moments longer.
"Ron, how did we get like this?" she burst out suddenly. She put the books down on a nearby table, Ron suspected so that she could hide her face for a second. "I hate fighting with you, you know that, don't you? I've had more than enough of it to last me for the rest of my life. But I can't help it when...I just..."
"I know," Ron said, quietly. The awkwardness between them grew with the silence. Ron couldn't seem to quite find the right words to say. "Hermione - I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for hurting you, and I'm sorry for being such an idiot, I'm sorry for pushing you about Krum, I'm sorry about everything..."
Hermione looked suprised. He took a deep breath, getting up the courage to study her face. "Over the past few days, you've forced me to do a lot of thinking," he said slowly, then looked at Hermione with an almost scared expression on his face, watching closely to see how she would react.
"I forced you to?" Hermione said, in a sort of now-let-me-get-this-right tone of voice.
"Well," Ron gave out a low chuckle. "You see, there's this Hermione in my head who's always there telling me to do the right thing, a bit like a conscience, only bossier..."
What Witches Want
, from Katherina Black
at the Sugar Quill. Current Mood: Aww...