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hackthis_archive) wrote2004-07-28 12:58 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2004-07-28 12:58 pm
LOTRips -la petite mort
1. I'm not a political person, because really, I like my blood-pressure the way it is; however, I have the seen the future of politics, and lo, it's all fucking good. Barack Obama, people. I will stump for this man, and I don't even live in Illinois. My inner Lex started talking about donations and "connections" and stuff. Obama/Clinton in 2008.
Also, there's now a Obama Blog (Link gacked from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blunaris)
2. Many many moons agobezzy made me this fantabulous Jeff Buckley CD with all sorts of rare shit on it, but it seems to be dying on me, and I'm v v sad.
3. Announcement for the good of all: There's a fic/RPS/fan community for Brokeback Mountain:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
wranglers. Yee haw.
4.serialkarma is moving, which means she will be MIA for a while, which has me a little stressed (yes, her moving is all about me), but she asked for some 'ending/beginning-type' stuff and I said 'okay' and everybody started talking, so I had to slap down a 1000 word/30 minute max.
Improv: polyester, bell, press, fountain, dim
LOTRips
la petite mort
His leaving is a very quiet affair, which is exactly how he wants it.
Billy's never been one for shouting and fanfare or all the bright lights and loud noises that Dom loves so much. He would much rather live his life away from the press and the tabloids and all that 'who's shagging who' business. He can understand why some people crave it, but it's just not him. He's much more low-key than that, and as the sun rises outside his hotel window, he snaps the lid of his suitcase closed and sits down on the polyester duvet to wait.
He hopes to go out just as he came in, very quietly and without attracting attention. The Scottish aren't known for making a scene; that's much more a French thing.
*
He’s arranged for an early flight home so he doesn’t run as much risk of running into people in the lobby or at the airport, and when the bellhop arrives he doesn’t even glance at Billy. Hats can work wonders for the right person, and in the lift going down, Billy presses the tips of his fingers to his eyes to keep out the fluorescent lighting of a world he's trying to escape before it eats him alive.
*
He leaves a note for Dominic at the desk when he checks out. He doesn’t need everyone to find him. Just the ones who count. He's just going to go away for a little while until everyone else has forgotten all about him.
*
He pauses to look at the sun rising over the fountain, because there are no fans clamouring for his autograph and no photographers shouting for him to turn in their direction when he crosses from the lobby to the taxi, he thinks that this is how his life should be. The anonymity. He's missed that. He's not going to be hypocritical about it, there are things about what he does that he loves, but Billy's never wanted to be Brad Pitt or George Clooney; he's too attached to his privacy for that. He wanted to give what he could for PJ and for the film, and just because he doesn't want the fame, doesn't mean he doesn't want the success too.
He thinks everything would be perfect if he could do what he loves and have it succeed, and then go home and have everyone forget what he looks like. A little bit like Daniel Day-Lewis, but not quite.
*
He checks-in at the airport, and when he goes through security, he can feel the guards second-looks, the 'I-should-know-you-but-I-don't-know-why' glances; and he knows he'll get them for the rest of his life. He hopes that'll be as far as it goes from now on though; he's had enough of the star life -- except that he's grown addicted to first class, so there are some things that he won't change in the next stage of his life.
*
Billy thinks that Comic-Con was a good last stand, and he's glad that Dom was there with him; he's glad he got to share the final hurrah with someone he loves. He suspects that most retirement parties aren't nearly as well attended as his own. Of course, he doubts that anybody knows that's what it was, but Billy's had enough of public life and he's ready to go back home.
So he sits back in his seat, closes his eyes and waits for the plane to prepare for take off.
He's just drifting off when someone drops down in the seat next to him and a familiar voice asks, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
Billy smiles without opening his eyes. "No," he replies. "You never seen me before at all."
-end-
Also, there's now a Obama Blog (Link gacked from
blunaris)2. Many many moons ago
bezzy made me this fantabulous Jeff Buckley CD with all sorts of rare shit on it, but it seems to be dying on me, and I'm v v sad. 3. Announcement for the good of all: There's a fic/RPS/fan community for Brokeback Mountain:
wranglers. Yee haw.4.
serialkarma is moving, which means she will be MIA for a while, which has me a little stressed (yes, her moving is all about me), but she asked for some 'ending/beginning-type' stuff and I said 'okay' and everybody started talking, so I had to slap down a 1000 word/30 minute max. Improv: polyester, bell, press, fountain, dim
LOTRips
la petite mort
His leaving is a very quiet affair, which is exactly how he wants it.
Billy's never been one for shouting and fanfare or all the bright lights and loud noises that Dom loves so much. He would much rather live his life away from the press and the tabloids and all that 'who's shagging who' business. He can understand why some people crave it, but it's just not him. He's much more low-key than that, and as the sun rises outside his hotel window, he snaps the lid of his suitcase closed and sits down on the polyester duvet to wait.
He hopes to go out just as he came in, very quietly and without attracting attention. The Scottish aren't known for making a scene; that's much more a French thing.
He’s arranged for an early flight home so he doesn’t run as much risk of running into people in the lobby or at the airport, and when the bellhop arrives he doesn’t even glance at Billy. Hats can work wonders for the right person, and in the lift going down, Billy presses the tips of his fingers to his eyes to keep out the fluorescent lighting of a world he's trying to escape before it eats him alive.
He leaves a note for Dominic at the desk when he checks out. He doesn’t need everyone to find him. Just the ones who count. He's just going to go away for a little while until everyone else has forgotten all about him.
He pauses to look at the sun rising over the fountain, because there are no fans clamouring for his autograph and no photographers shouting for him to turn in their direction when he crosses from the lobby to the taxi, he thinks that this is how his life should be. The anonymity. He's missed that. He's not going to be hypocritical about it, there are things about what he does that he loves, but Billy's never wanted to be Brad Pitt or George Clooney; he's too attached to his privacy for that. He wanted to give what he could for PJ and for the film, and just because he doesn't want the fame, doesn't mean he doesn't want the success too.
He thinks everything would be perfect if he could do what he loves and have it succeed, and then go home and have everyone forget what he looks like. A little bit like Daniel Day-Lewis, but not quite.
He checks-in at the airport, and when he goes through security, he can feel the guards second-looks, the 'I-should-know-you-but-I-don't-know-why' glances; and he knows he'll get them for the rest of his life. He hopes that'll be as far as it goes from now on though; he's had enough of the star life -- except that he's grown addicted to first class, so there are some things that he won't change in the next stage of his life.
Billy thinks that Comic-Con was a good last stand, and he's glad that Dom was there with him; he's glad he got to share the final hurrah with someone he loves. He suspects that most retirement parties aren't nearly as well attended as his own. Of course, he doubts that anybody knows that's what it was, but Billy's had enough of public life and he's ready to go back home.
So he sits back in his seat, closes his eyes and waits for the plane to prepare for take off.
He's just drifting off when someone drops down in the seat next to him and a familiar voice asks, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
Billy smiles without opening his eyes. "No," he replies. "You never seen me before at all."
-end-
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(Anonymous) 2004-07-28 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)I liked the quietness of this piece. It was calming and sweet, with just the right touch of meloncoly and humor.
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Also, I think you flubbed the spelling of Barack Obama.
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Acl. I knew that, but my spell-check didn't. That's just wrong.
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You know it's a long day when you can't even correctly type the name of the people you're trying to pimp.
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Loved this: He doesn’t need everyone to find him. Just the ones who count.
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Wonderful and melancholic.
And what a lovely and surprising ending!
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(just one thing: it's "La petite mort" since death is feminine in French ; also, if you want to follow French grammar, you don't capitalize all the words in the title, especially not the adjective.)
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*shakes head*
It's just one of those days when I cannae do anything right. The entire time I was posting this i thought 'la petite...' and yet, it's still wrong.
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Lovely.
I adore your billy/dom. Also, i reread That Old Malfoy Charm today, and I adored that too.
Can we blanket this with an "I adore you" and leave it at that?
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Did you happen to see Ben McKenzie's speech? He was incredibly poised and charismatic.
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It was only a few minutes but he did a great job. Opened with a line about being from Texas and not knowing anything about foreign affairs, economics, etc., but said that didn't keep some people from getting high offices.
He gave stats about drops in employment and health care and talked about voter apathy. He even confessed that apathy was the reason he didn't vote in the last election, but closed by encouraging young people to get involved.
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Mm.
With sparseness, you say so much. Lovely.
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I really enjoyed this one too =]
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No, really. *loves*
It's perfect. Calm and sweet and quiet, which is, um, exactly what I'd like my life to be right now.*g*
*mwah*
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*contented sigh*
Now I have to just sit here quietly and be madly in love with
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That was my faviourite - the humour just seems to completely capture the melencholy of the rest of the piece without detracting from it. And the hopeful/positive ending which just says 'happily ever after' without the riding-into-the-sunset cliche. *contented sigh* really really lovely.
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