It all amounts to nothing in the end.
Sep. 2nd, 2003 09:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hackthis_archiveI was gone. Now I am back. I know you lot didn’t even notice :p
The likelihood of me reading three weeks worth of LJ entries is zero, so tell me: What did I miss? What should I seek out regardless?
Also, I come bearing some special dysfunction, because I’m nice like that.
The OC
A.D.D. Puberty
Seth promises Ryan a bus ticket and doesn’t deliver.
Seth says he wants to sail to Tahiti but is willing to run away with a guy he’s just met, instead.
Seth pines after a girl who will never want him, and manages to feed his crush without any kind of sustenance to speak of. Unless ‘Sid’ can be seen as encouragement, Ryan thinks that Seth is fighting a losing battle.
Seth is impulsive and reckless and carefree. He says one thing, does something completely different, and still manages to have everything work out in the end.
Ryan has never met someone like Seth who wasn’t drunk, high or on their way to juvie hall. It’s inspiring and jarring, and a lot of emotions that Ryan’s only read about in Salinger books.
Ryan can’t live the way Seth does, no matter how many conversations about Frank Lloyd Wright he has with Mrs. Cohen.
Ryan can’t be casual and unaffected.
Ryan will never be like Seth. He will never feel sixteen, no matter what his birth certificate says.
There are some people who are born older than everyone else, and Ryan can’t decide if this is a good or a bad thing, but he knows it leaves very little room for error. Other people can be free with their emotions and their lives, but Ryan can’t. He doesn’t know how. He's just not built that way.
So when Seth pulls him behind the guest house, into a grove of orange trees, and kisses him, Ryan doesn’t kiss Seth back. He doesn’t push him away, either.
He doesn’t participate, period. Ryan’s been used enough to know the feeling when it happens.
He'll wait for Seth to get over it.
::
Seth, like most guys his age, can’t sit still to save his life. He fidgets and twitches. He bites his lip and blinks a lot. He gets up and sits back down at least five times every ten minutes. His arms and hands flail when he talks, and one day he’s going to poke out his own eye. The only time Seth seems to focus is when Summer is around or when he’s in front of his Play Station, living vicariously through the flashing images on the screen.
As far as Ryan can tell, Seth suffers chronically from the attention-deficit disorder known as puberty, and it makes Seth endearing in a way that Ryan’s only read about in books.
Ryan may be sixteen, but he’s quite certain that he’s never had a proper adolescence; and he doesn’t have much experience with people being endearing, but he’s had several lessons on people with too much energy. Seth is a sugar high that refuses to be over. His thoughts seem to happen so quickly that by the time they’re out of his mouth, he’s moved on somewhere else.
Everything Seth says is non sequitur.
Everything Ryan says goes through a long filtering process, first, and he wonders what it’s like to be so free with what you say, to not be constantly wondering what can and cannot be said lest it set off the Boyfriend of the Month.
Everything in Ryan’s life is so chaotic that he goes to extremes to control himself as much as he can, and it’s obvious to him that Seth doesn’t work like that at all. Ryan would like to believe that it’s impossible for Seth to be consistent and focused about anything, but Ryan’s got first hand experience with Seth’s crush on Summer, and something like that has obviously been building up for a long time. It doesn’t speak well of Seth’s taste, but speaks well of his ability to devote himself to someone if he so chooses, and Ryan wonders if Seth has considered devoting himself to Ryan in the same way.
Yes, Seth lobbied unfailingly for Ryan to stay at the Cohens, and yes, Seth doesn’t seem like the typical spoiled rich kid, but Ryan still has to wonder about Seth’s steadfastness. He wonders if now that Seth has what he wants, will he just move on to his next shiny object?
Is Ryan’s just the project of the week?
Ryan would like to think otherwise. He would like to think that their quick friendship is just the starting block to something long-lasting, but Ryan knows what happens to people who expect too much. Or anything at all.
Ryan could talk at length about disappointment and impossible expectations, no matter who your legal guardian is, and so he does his best not to expect anything at all from Seth, and to take what he can with what he’s offered. But when Seth tries to kiss him for a second time, Ryan says ‘no.’
There are some things he knows he won’t bounce back from.
::
Their first fight makes no sense to anyone but them.
Seth yells and Ryan says nothing in return.
Seth accuses him of “misleading Marissa” and insists on “Summer being somebody.” It sounds like an argument on Marissa’s behalf and the same recycled shit about Summer being a nice girl, but Ryan knows that Seth’s not quite so philanthropic.
Between the lines are the parts about Ryan using Marissa to mislead Seth, and Summer being the perfect unattainable alibi. It’s a pointless argument, but at least Seth is being consistent. At least he’s trying to be consistent.
Ryan doesn’t know acts of tenderness, but he knows loud words.
When Seth finally shouts himself hoarse, Ryan kisses him.
This time Seth leaves.
::
Ryan knows dysfunction very well.
He knows moms who are all about abandoning him and dads who spend more time in lock up than it home. He knows friends who master hustling before their voices stop cracking and girls who give blow jobs for rides to the mall.
Ryan knows about people who are inconsistent.
He knows about people who leave.
Ryan doesn’t know how to be wanted.
He has no idea how to cope with nuclear families with two parents and pools and cleaning ladies who look the other way when they find his cigarette butts stubbed out in the grass. He has no idea how to believe that Seth might just want him for him.
As old as he feels, in a lot of ways he’s still very young.
::
Dinner is impossibly strained, and all through the meal Ryan can feel Mrs Cohen’s eyes drilling into his head, trying to figure out what’s going on. Mr Cohen, Sandy, yammers on glibly, either oblivious or in denial. Seth keeps his nose in his salad, and he bolts as soon as the dinner plates are removed. Ryan actually takes a moment to contemplate following him, but the look on Mrs Cohen’s face all but screams ‘fix this, now, or else.’
Ryan doesn’t really want to find out what ‘or else’ might entail, except that Seth’s skateboard isn’t in his room and neither is Seth. Ryan has some idea where Seth might be, but the Summer Breeze is still in her slot, and Marissa magically appears when Ryan is about to go look elsewhere.
While he’s preparing to blow her off, she mentions something about Seth on the beach, and Ryan just leaves.
If everyone else can do it, why can’t he?
::
Seth isn’t on the beach, and he’s not down at the pier.
Instead he’s loitering at the foot of the driveway when Ryan rides up on Seth’s borrowed bike. Seth’s hair is disheveled, and he’s wearing a shirt proclaiming the second coming of something called the Super Furry Animals. It’s dark out, but it’s still easy for Ryan to see the angry look on Seth’s face.
In all honesty, Ryan didn’t think someone as flighty as Seth could still be angry, but he apologizes as a matter of course.
Ryan’s got a lot of experience with apologies; he doesn’t have a lot of experience with being instantly forgiven.
He doesn’t know what to say when Seth stops being angry, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever get used to Seth hugging him, but he’d like to find out.
He apologises again, anyway, and Seth just shakes his head. He says if Ryan’s not interested, he can be a He-Man and handle it. Ryan points out that He-Man wasn’t really all that manly in his pink shirt, but Seth cuts him off by apologizing for trying to kiss him.
Ryan didn’t need an apology for that.
What he needs, he tells Seth, is for him to go slowly because things like this are new to Ryan, and he wants them to get it right. He wants them to last.
What Ryan needs is something stable.
When Seth asks if he has to give Ryan flowers and chocolates before he’ll agree to date him, Ryan just laughs.
He tells Seth he’ll settle for kicking his butt playing Gran Turismo instead.
-end-
Smallville
Ozymandias
He’s not quite right when he comes back.
The sunburn flakes off given time, and he rehydrates easily enough with the right medication. The swelling in his tongue subsides after a while as well, and he stops talking to himself when there are other people present. He smiles more, frowns less, and looks blank a large percentage of the time. He reads just as much as before, but he learns new things.
He is Alexander Joseph Luthor. The First.
He goes back to work at the same plant, and drives the same 911 down the same dirt road. He lives in the same castle, with the same servants, and has one friend.
His friend is not quite right either, but Alexander cannot bring himself to question this, because time runs out with every doubting thought. Instead, Alexander plays video games and drinks too sweet coffee. He does his best to show he cares even though he’s not always sure how.
He takes stock of the things he owns, and asks his assistant to get in touch with Goodwill. His material possession will do him no good when he is dead.
He is going to die.
::
He visits his friend’s home, and basks in the warmth of a family he will never have. Once upon a time he chooses not to remember, he too wanted something like this, but now Alexander has decided that some things are simply not meant to be.
Perhaps in his next life, things will be better.
::
He does not seek out his wife, nor does he revisit his animosity towards his father. He bides his time and enjoys his life, because they are all going to die one day.
He travels to distant lands, not on business, but for pleasure. He walks great walls and forgets his fear of heights. He swims in the sea and jumps from tall buildings.
He is not afraid. There is nothing left to fear.
Alexander conquers himself, first. The lands will always be there.
::
His wife comes to him of her own accord. She wonders what he has been planning. He sends her away, deeming her unworthy of his time and energy. She accuses Alexander of scheming, but he tells her that she’s not worthy of so many thoughts.
He wants her to die of old age, so she will always wonder when he is coming.
He knows her memories will rot her life away.
::
Alexander’s father passes away, and Alexander does not cry for a man long dead to him, but for a life that really didn’t mean much anyway. Money burns and loses color with age, unused cars gather dust.
Midas and Sisyphus died all alone with their greed in the end.
As they lower his father’s body into the ground, Alexander’s shadow is blocked out by the one friend who has stayed. He takes Alexander’s hand, and promises him a better life, one full of meaning but not in the way it has always been destined.
::
Time passes and years march on. People come and go, and Alexander is not the man he once was. The company he once devoted his life to has been sold, and he rarely glances at the stock pages these days.
He prefers the Comics section instead.
The ambition that once drove him so hard has been diverted elsewhere, and his students are now his life’s ambition. He teaches Humanities at a local university, and he grades papers in front of the evening news wearing lilac slippers that were a Christmas present several years ago.
Alexander has great hope for the future generations, even though he knows that their bones will fertilize the soil alongside his in the end.
When the six o’clock news is over, Alexander gets to his feet and heads to the kitchen to prepare dinner. At approximately 7:05 every evening his one friend walks through the door with a smile on his face. Sometimes he wears a business suit, sometimes he wears a red cape, but he is always there, and unlike everything else in Alexander’s world his friend never ages, never grows old or weary.
His friend will live on, and despite all of Alexander’s beliefs about death and decay, he knows so will he.
His life may not be remembered by all, but it will be remembered by one.
-end-
Notes: “Ozymandias” by Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said--"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Edited to Note: It appears that someone has blabbed about where I was. Only![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serialkarma's brilliance is saving her from a thorough inquiry.
The likelihood of me reading three weeks worth of LJ entries is zero, so tell me: What did I miss? What should I seek out regardless?
Also, I come bearing some special dysfunction, because I’m nice like that.
The OC
A.D.D. Puberty
Seth promises Ryan a bus ticket and doesn’t deliver.
Seth says he wants to sail to Tahiti but is willing to run away with a guy he’s just met, instead.
Seth pines after a girl who will never want him, and manages to feed his crush without any kind of sustenance to speak of. Unless ‘Sid’ can be seen as encouragement, Ryan thinks that Seth is fighting a losing battle.
Seth is impulsive and reckless and carefree. He says one thing, does something completely different, and still manages to have everything work out in the end.
Ryan has never met someone like Seth who wasn’t drunk, high or on their way to juvie hall. It’s inspiring and jarring, and a lot of emotions that Ryan’s only read about in Salinger books.
Ryan can’t live the way Seth does, no matter how many conversations about Frank Lloyd Wright he has with Mrs. Cohen.
Ryan can’t be casual and unaffected.
Ryan will never be like Seth. He will never feel sixteen, no matter what his birth certificate says.
There are some people who are born older than everyone else, and Ryan can’t decide if this is a good or a bad thing, but he knows it leaves very little room for error. Other people can be free with their emotions and their lives, but Ryan can’t. He doesn’t know how. He's just not built that way.
So when Seth pulls him behind the guest house, into a grove of orange trees, and kisses him, Ryan doesn’t kiss Seth back. He doesn’t push him away, either.
He doesn’t participate, period. Ryan’s been used enough to know the feeling when it happens.
He'll wait for Seth to get over it.
::
Seth, like most guys his age, can’t sit still to save his life. He fidgets and twitches. He bites his lip and blinks a lot. He gets up and sits back down at least five times every ten minutes. His arms and hands flail when he talks, and one day he’s going to poke out his own eye. The only time Seth seems to focus is when Summer is around or when he’s in front of his Play Station, living vicariously through the flashing images on the screen.
As far as Ryan can tell, Seth suffers chronically from the attention-deficit disorder known as puberty, and it makes Seth endearing in a way that Ryan’s only read about in books.
Ryan may be sixteen, but he’s quite certain that he’s never had a proper adolescence; and he doesn’t have much experience with people being endearing, but he’s had several lessons on people with too much energy. Seth is a sugar high that refuses to be over. His thoughts seem to happen so quickly that by the time they’re out of his mouth, he’s moved on somewhere else.
Everything Seth says is non sequitur.
Everything Ryan says goes through a long filtering process, first, and he wonders what it’s like to be so free with what you say, to not be constantly wondering what can and cannot be said lest it set off the Boyfriend of the Month.
Everything in Ryan’s life is so chaotic that he goes to extremes to control himself as much as he can, and it’s obvious to him that Seth doesn’t work like that at all. Ryan would like to believe that it’s impossible for Seth to be consistent and focused about anything, but Ryan’s got first hand experience with Seth’s crush on Summer, and something like that has obviously been building up for a long time. It doesn’t speak well of Seth’s taste, but speaks well of his ability to devote himself to someone if he so chooses, and Ryan wonders if Seth has considered devoting himself to Ryan in the same way.
Yes, Seth lobbied unfailingly for Ryan to stay at the Cohens, and yes, Seth doesn’t seem like the typical spoiled rich kid, but Ryan still has to wonder about Seth’s steadfastness. He wonders if now that Seth has what he wants, will he just move on to his next shiny object?
Is Ryan’s just the project of the week?
Ryan would like to think otherwise. He would like to think that their quick friendship is just the starting block to something long-lasting, but Ryan knows what happens to people who expect too much. Or anything at all.
Ryan could talk at length about disappointment and impossible expectations, no matter who your legal guardian is, and so he does his best not to expect anything at all from Seth, and to take what he can with what he’s offered. But when Seth tries to kiss him for a second time, Ryan says ‘no.’
There are some things he knows he won’t bounce back from.
::
Their first fight makes no sense to anyone but them.
Seth yells and Ryan says nothing in return.
Seth accuses him of “misleading Marissa” and insists on “Summer being somebody.” It sounds like an argument on Marissa’s behalf and the same recycled shit about Summer being a nice girl, but Ryan knows that Seth’s not quite so philanthropic.
Between the lines are the parts about Ryan using Marissa to mislead Seth, and Summer being the perfect unattainable alibi. It’s a pointless argument, but at least Seth is being consistent. At least he’s trying to be consistent.
Ryan doesn’t know acts of tenderness, but he knows loud words.
When Seth finally shouts himself hoarse, Ryan kisses him.
This time Seth leaves.
::
Ryan knows dysfunction very well.
He knows moms who are all about abandoning him and dads who spend more time in lock up than it home. He knows friends who master hustling before their voices stop cracking and girls who give blow jobs for rides to the mall.
Ryan knows about people who are inconsistent.
He knows about people who leave.
Ryan doesn’t know how to be wanted.
He has no idea how to cope with nuclear families with two parents and pools and cleaning ladies who look the other way when they find his cigarette butts stubbed out in the grass. He has no idea how to believe that Seth might just want him for him.
As old as he feels, in a lot of ways he’s still very young.
::
Dinner is impossibly strained, and all through the meal Ryan can feel Mrs Cohen’s eyes drilling into his head, trying to figure out what’s going on. Mr Cohen, Sandy, yammers on glibly, either oblivious or in denial. Seth keeps his nose in his salad, and he bolts as soon as the dinner plates are removed. Ryan actually takes a moment to contemplate following him, but the look on Mrs Cohen’s face all but screams ‘fix this, now, or else.’
Ryan doesn’t really want to find out what ‘or else’ might entail, except that Seth’s skateboard isn’t in his room and neither is Seth. Ryan has some idea where Seth might be, but the Summer Breeze is still in her slot, and Marissa magically appears when Ryan is about to go look elsewhere.
While he’s preparing to blow her off, she mentions something about Seth on the beach, and Ryan just leaves.
If everyone else can do it, why can’t he?
::
Seth isn’t on the beach, and he’s not down at the pier.
Instead he’s loitering at the foot of the driveway when Ryan rides up on Seth’s borrowed bike. Seth’s hair is disheveled, and he’s wearing a shirt proclaiming the second coming of something called the Super Furry Animals. It’s dark out, but it’s still easy for Ryan to see the angry look on Seth’s face.
In all honesty, Ryan didn’t think someone as flighty as Seth could still be angry, but he apologizes as a matter of course.
Ryan’s got a lot of experience with apologies; he doesn’t have a lot of experience with being instantly forgiven.
He doesn’t know what to say when Seth stops being angry, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever get used to Seth hugging him, but he’d like to find out.
He apologises again, anyway, and Seth just shakes his head. He says if Ryan’s not interested, he can be a He-Man and handle it. Ryan points out that He-Man wasn’t really all that manly in his pink shirt, but Seth cuts him off by apologizing for trying to kiss him.
Ryan didn’t need an apology for that.
What he needs, he tells Seth, is for him to go slowly because things like this are new to Ryan, and he wants them to get it right. He wants them to last.
What Ryan needs is something stable.
When Seth asks if he has to give Ryan flowers and chocolates before he’ll agree to date him, Ryan just laughs.
He tells Seth he’ll settle for kicking his butt playing Gran Turismo instead.
-end-
Smallville
Ozymandias
He’s not quite right when he comes back.
The sunburn flakes off given time, and he rehydrates easily enough with the right medication. The swelling in his tongue subsides after a while as well, and he stops talking to himself when there are other people present. He smiles more, frowns less, and looks blank a large percentage of the time. He reads just as much as before, but he learns new things.
He is Alexander Joseph Luthor. The First.
He goes back to work at the same plant, and drives the same 911 down the same dirt road. He lives in the same castle, with the same servants, and has one friend.
His friend is not quite right either, but Alexander cannot bring himself to question this, because time runs out with every doubting thought. Instead, Alexander plays video games and drinks too sweet coffee. He does his best to show he cares even though he’s not always sure how.
He takes stock of the things he owns, and asks his assistant to get in touch with Goodwill. His material possession will do him no good when he is dead.
He is going to die.
::
He visits his friend’s home, and basks in the warmth of a family he will never have. Once upon a time he chooses not to remember, he too wanted something like this, but now Alexander has decided that some things are simply not meant to be.
Perhaps in his next life, things will be better.
::
He does not seek out his wife, nor does he revisit his animosity towards his father. He bides his time and enjoys his life, because they are all going to die one day.
He travels to distant lands, not on business, but for pleasure. He walks great walls and forgets his fear of heights. He swims in the sea and jumps from tall buildings.
He is not afraid. There is nothing left to fear.
Alexander conquers himself, first. The lands will always be there.
::
His wife comes to him of her own accord. She wonders what he has been planning. He sends her away, deeming her unworthy of his time and energy. She accuses Alexander of scheming, but he tells her that she’s not worthy of so many thoughts.
He wants her to die of old age, so she will always wonder when he is coming.
He knows her memories will rot her life away.
::
Alexander’s father passes away, and Alexander does not cry for a man long dead to him, but for a life that really didn’t mean much anyway. Money burns and loses color with age, unused cars gather dust.
Midas and Sisyphus died all alone with their greed in the end.
As they lower his father’s body into the ground, Alexander’s shadow is blocked out by the one friend who has stayed. He takes Alexander’s hand, and promises him a better life, one full of meaning but not in the way it has always been destined.
::
Time passes and years march on. People come and go, and Alexander is not the man he once was. The company he once devoted his life to has been sold, and he rarely glances at the stock pages these days.
He prefers the Comics section instead.
The ambition that once drove him so hard has been diverted elsewhere, and his students are now his life’s ambition. He teaches Humanities at a local university, and he grades papers in front of the evening news wearing lilac slippers that were a Christmas present several years ago.
Alexander has great hope for the future generations, even though he knows that their bones will fertilize the soil alongside his in the end.
When the six o’clock news is over, Alexander gets to his feet and heads to the kitchen to prepare dinner. At approximately 7:05 every evening his one friend walks through the door with a smile on his face. Sometimes he wears a business suit, sometimes he wears a red cape, but he is always there, and unlike everything else in Alexander’s world his friend never ages, never grows old or weary.
His friend will live on, and despite all of Alexander’s beliefs about death and decay, he knows so will he.
His life may not be remembered by all, but it will be remembered by one.
-end-
Notes: “Ozymandias” by Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said--"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
Edited to Note: It appears that someone has blabbed about where I was. Only
serialkarma's brilliance is saving her from a thorough inquiry.
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Date: 2003-09-02 09:53 am (UTC)Cause this. Is. Wow. So much wow and beautiful and right, with how Seth is all teenage boy-noncommital and flighty, whereas Ryan by contrast is stoic and has never been a real teenage boy. Perfect, as always - you have captured them better than the writers themselves ever will, I think.
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Date: 2003-09-02 02:50 pm (UTC)Cause this. Is. Wow. So much wow and beautiful and right, with how Seth is all teenage boy-noncommital and flighty, whereas Ryan by contrast is stoic and has never been a real teenage boy. Perfect, as always - you have captured them better than the writers themselves ever will, I think.
I could be coy, but I won't fake, I am totally going to be writing more OC fic, because I like the show. Plus, they have a music coordinator with a brain, and I think that's important. I'm glad you enjoyed this, thanks!
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Date: 2003-09-02 09:56 am (UTC)*mwah*
I have a new job. And I am obsessed with the O.C. And I really want you to write something for me to beta!
As for what you've missed? Go read just about everything on oc_slash. I have no idea what else has been going on.
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Date: 2003-09-02 02:52 pm (UTC)*mwah*
I have a new job. And I am obsessed with the O.C. And I really want you to write something for me to beta!
As for what you've missed? Go read just about everything on oc_slash. I have no idea what else has been going on.
I am back, everybody run and hide. Tell me all about the job, and yes, I have OC on the brain, no fear, babe.
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Date: 2003-09-03 11:34 am (UTC)I just started the new job today. It's at that place where I took the editing test a while ago, when I was convinced they couldn't read my handwriting. Apparently they managed to.*g* All I can tell you right now is that the internet connection here is so slow I think it's on dial-up. Yowza.
But I can, as far as I can tell, still receive emails. Yay.
I am going nuts not being able to gab with people about the O.C. today. I need help. This could get ugly.
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Date: 2003-09-02 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 02:54 pm (UTC)Awww *hugs back* It's so nice to be missed. *g*
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Date: 2003-09-02 10:02 am (UTC)He wants her to die of old age, so she will always wonder when he is coming.
this line sent shivers down my spine, and so many others, too.
and i *loved* the o.c. one, too. i like that people are using ryan's pensive look and seth's flailing and making them fit together so well.
if you've been away than you've probably missed the other o.c. communities getting out of hand. i started
also,
i won't even get into the kerfuffles *g*
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Date: 2003-09-02 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 10:30 am (UTC)and jason mraz!
Okay, I haven't even read the stuff in this post yet, because seeing your name pop up on my friends list? Just made me so fucking happy that I had to say welcome back immediately. like, right now.
I've been keeping track of good OC links, but
SV-wise,
I'm so glad you're back!! I missed you.
*bounces off to read Zahra fic*
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Date: 2003-09-02 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 10:40 am (UTC)great stuff!!!
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Date: 2003-09-02 03:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 10:58 am (UTC)Wow. that was just absolutely brilliant. I think you've got an amazing handle on Ryan and his thoughts/feelings/emotions, especially in reference to Seth. Your analysis of Seth through Ryan's voice was also particularly well done. The flow of your prose was very good, and it definitely made the story seem very well put together. And, now that the intellectual part of the post is done....squee! Good Ryan/Seth! Yay! :)
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Date: 2003-09-02 03:02 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed the story so much, thank you for your detailed and thoughtful feedback. I'm so pleased you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2003-09-02 11:26 am (UTC)Okay, I can forgive the fact that you haven't written more Neville/Harry pseudo-porn just from that one fabulous line. *rock*
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Date: 2003-09-02 03:05 pm (UTC)Ah ha, so you feel the Harry/Neville love do you? That's what I'm talking about! *cackles gleefully*
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Date: 2003-09-02 03:41 pm (UTC)Of course, I never thought of it positively before you wrote it so wonderfully, but I'm sure you hear that from all the girls. ;)
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Date: 2003-09-02 11:38 am (UTC)I *do* miss you when you don't post, even tho' loads of it is completely unintelligable to an elderly backwoods soul like myself! (hee hee)
That OC story is the dogs bollocks babes. Trulio Coolio. Made me sad. Maybe I'm feeling kinda sad right now anyway.
What did you miss... The only things I can think of are:
Slash declared 'disgusting'. Anti-slash icons are lame... but Pro Slash Icons are KOOL! *g* Mad long fucking debate, don't go there unless you can find me the address of someone to kill!
I gave up anti-depression meds and am suffering the 'paxil bends'
Tony Blair Creepy - Official
I have to get a job. Waa!
James Marsters came out! (Ok, so I lied, but... can you think of 'anything' less likely?)
I've been sucked into reading het fic. And I'm not telling you who, because you will *know* I'm a sick puppy. But still not a whiff of Smallville in the TrogBrain.
You are still cool! Waddya Know? *g*
XXX
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Date: 2003-09-02 03:18 pm (UTC)You know when you say that a lot fast, it sounds like a train, really. Hush. I am sober. Haven't been for quite a while, but I am now, because I'm at work like. Also, slash is disgusting? Huh, I must've missed that memo. *polishes Slasha4Eva button* Whatever, dude!
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Date: 2003-09-02 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-09-02 11:50 am (UTC)Wow. That was just...wow.
I don't know how you make me hurt and smile all at the same time like that. I really don't.
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Date: 2003-09-02 03:07 pm (UTC)It's a special skill, acquired and honed with much practice, like darts!
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Date: 2003-09-02 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 03:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 12:43 pm (UTC)His life may not be remembered by all, but it will be remember by one.
Perfect line, perfect story. Welcome back, Z. You've been missed.
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Date: 2003-09-02 03:11 pm (UTC)Bless you, sweetie, for picking the line with the blatant grammatically error. Yes, I am quite clearly back, typos and all!
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Date: 2003-09-02 01:20 pm (UTC)But seriously, Z writing The OC? I think I just died and went to a very good heaven. You are so going to do fabulous things with Ryan. And with Seth. By golly, it's like the characters were made for you! Lucky bitch.
Much with the loving, brilliant as always.
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Date: 2003-09-02 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 04:45 pm (UTC)2) The OC: How do you DO that? Never mind. Just do it more! Lots more! Please?
3) Smallville: I am reminded of the phrase "Living well is the best revenge." You gave Lex a different kind of 'living well' than mast people think of, but one I think suits him far better.
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Date: 2003-09-03 11:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 05:26 pm (UTC)(It's Ozymandias (http://eir.library.utoronto.ca/rpo/display/poem1904.html), with an A, btw.)
What's been going on? Yahtzee posted a kickass XMM fic called His Terrible Swift Sword (http://www.thechicagoloop.net/yahtzee/brackets/bracketfic/SwordIntro.htm), which has some hot Bobby/Pyro stuff as well as Xavier/Magneto, Wolverine/Rogue, and a world war. She also wrote a short Chlana fic (http://www.thechicagoloop.net/yahtzee/brackets/bracketfic/Shimmer.htm) for the SV cliche challenge. I did a variation on "mated for life" (http://www.livejournal.com/users/corinna_5/65596.html#cutid1) for that challenge myself, but, dude, go read the XMM fic first.
Also, a friend of mine saw Maggie G. at yoga, and I thought of you.
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Date: 2003-09-03 11:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-03 11:41 am (UTC)*curtseys* Why thank you very much, ma'am.
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Date: 2003-09-02 09:05 pm (UTC)Recs
http://www.livejournal.com/users/meret/105937.html?mode=reply
http://www.livejournal.com/users/meret/102407.html?mode=reply
Manips
http://www.livejournal.com/users/meret/102988.html?mode=reply
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Date: 2003-09-03 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-02 09:06 pm (UTC)*loves unconditionally*
I also love Shelley's poem - all of his poetry that I've read, actually. Ozymandias tends to make me think very hard about very abstract things. I adore how you brought the poem into the fiction.
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Date: 2003-09-03 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-03 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-09-03 08:29 am (UTC)Clever, clever observation and brilliant delivery. There's my babygirl, she's been gone a long-ass time.
He will never feel sixteen, no matter what his birth certificate says.
Never is a long time, Ryan, give it until you're about 26, *then* you will feel 16.
He doesn’t participate, period. Ryan’s been used enough to know the feeling when it happens.
He'll wait for Seth to get over it.
*choke*
*NSync finger down the face denoting a tear*
SO, you're gonna write in this fandom now, huh? A lot? PORN? Yes, please, thank you.
. His arms and hands flail when he talks, and one day he’s going to poke out his own eye.
BWA. I assume you realize that Seth=Xander? Yeah, so, I have too many fandoms now...OH 50 Cent/Biggie joint on the radio. It's a good day.
but Ryan knows what happens to people who expect too much. Or anything at all.
Hm. Yeah. This, well, I feel ya, and know what I mean? I know you do. I am expecting to see more Ryan up in here, and you know why.
*cries* Make me more.
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Date: 2003-09-03 11:47 am (UTC)Word.
*choke*
*NSync finger down the face denoting a tear*
SO, you're gonna write in this fandom now, huh? A lot? PORN? Yes, please, thank you.
Baby, I didn't even know you watched this show, let alone read this, it's like Christmas came early for real. I wanna do some porn, I will think on this. Correction: you will think on this and gimme orders.
Also, I so had the Seth=Xander thing last night, it was like 'duh.'
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Date: 2003-09-03 05:28 pm (UTC)Ryan didn’t need an apology for that.
What he needs, he tells Seth, is for him to go slowly because things like this are new to Ryan, and he wants them to get it right. He wants them to last.
Awww *hugs Ryan woobie* Loved this. Very much understand the fear and reluctance on Ryan's part. He's just been burned so much.
and *sniffs*
His friend will live on, and despite all of Alexander’s beliefs about death and decay, he knows so will he.
His life may not be remembered by all, but it will be remembered by one.
*hugs Lex tight*
Very glad you're back.
Oh, and as for things you have missed, I did write one OC fic. Not obligated to read, but figured I'd point it out. ;)
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Date: 2003-09-04 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-04 08:40 am (UTC)Mmm. Mmm. Shivery and weird, but wonderful.
And as for The O.C., well. I've been resisting this fandom as hard as I can, because I don't have time for another one, and the last time I ventured out of SV it was into Everwood, and then my OTP went to hell and...yeah.
But now you're writing, so I don't have a FUCKING CHOICE, do I?
*grins*
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Date: 2003-09-04 09:01 am (UTC)And as for The O.C., well. I've been resisting this fandom as hard as I can, because I don't have time for another one, and the last time I ventured out of SV it was into Everwood, and then my OTP went to hell and...yeah.
But now you're writing, so I don't have a FUCKING CHOICE, do I?
*grins*
*blinks innocently* I don't know what you're talking about. It's not my fault. FOX did the casting.