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Shits and giggles and random OC fic.
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serialkarma has dubbed the latest craze The Emo Boy Fandom ™. I laughed. She's not wrong though. I think pretty much everyone is onboard with this, no?
2.zeplum wrote Oliver/Charlie, which is one of those secondary pairings that if I were a Gryffindor I would really really love. What really had me thinking though was how much everyone (including me) is loving this voyeurism thing. I think somebody struck gold with this kink.
3. It has come to my attention that there are people in the universe who think that the House theme is just a fucking theme. People that is Teardrop by Massive Attack. That is a classic song! It's fucking legendary Bristol trip-hop from the mid-90s, along with Portishead and Morcheeba. It's the only fucking reason I gave the show a shot in the first place. Disgraceful.
I was all set to write some Star Wars RPS today, I confess, but then my girl was all, 'write me some O.C.' to which I said something along the lines of 'are you high?' Yeah, no. I have totally disowned that entire fandom. I spit on Josh when I pass him in the street. I have no OC icons left. We hateses trickseyethrosdemon, but we really hate whomever linked to that picture in bexless's list and said 'Oh, look, Ryan and Seth!'
The O.C.
Ryan/Seth
Spoilers for Season Finale
Crawling with Idiot
There's something broken inside Seth right now. He's not sure how to fix it, but he knows that it's pretty much been irreparably fucked, like the time he kept forcing He-Man's arms onto Man-At-Arms body, until he just couldn't put He-Man back together again.
This is like that.
Now would be an excellent time for a Keebler Elf, or hey, even Seth's own superhero, Super Fix-It Man, to magically appear and save the day. Except that Seth's always thought of Ryan as his own personal superhero, and all the wishing isn't doing anything, because Seth's still white-knuckling the steering wheel, and Ryan's still staring out the window beside him.
There's this weird noise coming from the Range Rover's dashboard that might be music, but Seth's so broken that he can't even arrange the words into something like sense.
He totally has to get a grip.
His father trusted him to get Ryan home, because he had to stay at the station with Marissa, because of the whole murdering-Trey thing, and, uh, yeah. Now is not a good time for Seth to be thinking about murders and blood, and Ryan lying of the floor of Alex's apartment looking pretty dead and stiff himself –- but it’s almost like he can't see anything else. And if Ryan doesn't even notice that Seth almost drove over the center line, then they are really in trouble now.
This is what happens when they don't stick together.
People get shot.
The dials on the dash are really bright in the dark interior of the car, and in Seth's periphery the bruises around Ryan's neck look like purple and red fingerpaint.
That's really disturbing.
Seth has built his entire life around knowing what to say. He may not say it at the right time, or in the right way. His timing has been known to suck spectacular ass on pretty much every occasion; and okay, this year he's been more tactless than pretty much everybody else combined, but, he still likes to think that when it's really important he can say what needs to said.
He told Summer how he felt, even when he was hanging from the roof in his Spider-Man mask after almost having killed himself, and that was really traumatic. He could've gone splat all over everything and then he never would've gotten to meet George Lucas. Neck waddle and all.
And he was there for his mom when it came down to it. Okay, he hid in his room for a lot of the time, but eventually, he did what had to be done. He told her that she needed to go to rehab, and that was really fucking hard, because what he really wanted to say was, 'Please don't leave me here by myself. I can't do this without you and Dad and Ryan and Captain Oats.'
What Seth really wanted to say was 'Moooooooooooooooooooooooooom!'
But he didn't.
Seth's spent his entire life using words to hide his insecurities and lack of smoothness and all that nebbish stuff that comes so naturally from being a Cohen and being himself. Sometimes he feels like he's practically got idiot scrawled all over him, seeping out his pores and staining his skin, and he talks to make up for all the things he feels but really doesn't know how to just say.
Seth's big secret is that he may talk a lot, but he actually says very little. He thinks that it would be nice if he were more like Ryan, and could just say what was important and relevant when it needed to be said.
Maybe his life would be better if he were less like himself, but he's just him, and he talks to much, and he should be talking right now.
But he just doesn't know what to say.
It's a lot easier for Seth to pull the car over to the shoulder and throw it into park, than it is for him to tell himself that he knows what he's doing. Because, surprise surprise, Seth has no fucking clue what to do, or what to say, and he doesn't even know how to get Ryan to look at him. Except -- maybe he's the one who can't meet Ryan's eyes, because what the hell did he think was going to happen when he told Ryan about Marissa and Trey?
Did he really fucking think that Ryan was just going to say, 'Huh, that's too bad?'
Yeah, no, probably not.
And the thing is, Seth has no business pulling Ryan across the armrest and trying to kiss him. It's a given that their mouths aren't going to meet on the first try or the second try, and really, it's a wonder that Ryan doesn't hit Seth in the head.
Seth is just doing this all wrong, and maybe he's had lots of dreams about kissing Ryan in the guesthouse or in the backseat, but this desperate grappling in his dreams is nothing like kissing Ryan's limp mouth right now. And Seth's just trying to make it better -– he's just trying to fix Ryan the best he can.
The gripping of Ryan's hair and the patting of his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles and the dried blood is Seth's way of playing superhero the only way he can. He's trying to make it better. He's trying to show that he gives a damn.
Now is not the time or the place for Seth to be making a move on Ryan, but he doesn't know what else to do or how else to tell Ryan that he's so very, very sorry.
Yes, he is an idiot who talks too much and keeps fucking up everybody else's lives, but sometimes even Seth knows that what you do is way more important than the lip-service you give.
He just hopes that Ryan understands that what he's feeling can't ever be put into words.
-end-
Title from the song by Elbow.
Unbetad as everyone is on holiday.
serialkarma has dubbed the latest craze The Emo Boy Fandom ™. I laughed. She's not wrong though. I think pretty much everyone is onboard with this, no?2.
zeplum wrote Oliver/Charlie, which is one of those secondary pairings that if I were a Gryffindor I would really really love. What really had me thinking though was how much everyone (including me) is loving this voyeurism thing. I think somebody struck gold with this kink.3. It has come to my attention that there are people in the universe who think that the House theme is just a fucking theme. People that is Teardrop by Massive Attack. That is a classic song! It's fucking legendary Bristol trip-hop from the mid-90s, along with Portishead and Morcheeba. It's the only fucking reason I gave the show a shot in the first place. Disgraceful.
I was all set to write some Star Wars RPS today, I confess, but then my girl was all, 'write me some O.C.' to which I said something along the lines of 'are you high?' Yeah, no. I have totally disowned that entire fandom. I spit on Josh when I pass him in the street. I have no OC icons left. We hateses tricksey
ethrosdemon, but we really hate whomever linked to that picture in bexless's list and said 'Oh, look, Ryan and Seth!'The O.C.
Ryan/Seth
Spoilers for Season Finale
Crawling with Idiot
There's something broken inside Seth right now. He's not sure how to fix it, but he knows that it's pretty much been irreparably fucked, like the time he kept forcing He-Man's arms onto Man-At-Arms body, until he just couldn't put He-Man back together again.
This is like that.
Now would be an excellent time for a Keebler Elf, or hey, even Seth's own superhero, Super Fix-It Man, to magically appear and save the day. Except that Seth's always thought of Ryan as his own personal superhero, and all the wishing isn't doing anything, because Seth's still white-knuckling the steering wheel, and Ryan's still staring out the window beside him.
There's this weird noise coming from the Range Rover's dashboard that might be music, but Seth's so broken that he can't even arrange the words into something like sense.
He totally has to get a grip.
His father trusted him to get Ryan home, because he had to stay at the station with Marissa, because of the whole murdering-Trey thing, and, uh, yeah. Now is not a good time for Seth to be thinking about murders and blood, and Ryan lying of the floor of Alex's apartment looking pretty dead and stiff himself –- but it’s almost like he can't see anything else. And if Ryan doesn't even notice that Seth almost drove over the center line, then they are really in trouble now.
This is what happens when they don't stick together.
People get shot.
The dials on the dash are really bright in the dark interior of the car, and in Seth's periphery the bruises around Ryan's neck look like purple and red fingerpaint.
That's really disturbing.
Seth has built his entire life around knowing what to say. He may not say it at the right time, or in the right way. His timing has been known to suck spectacular ass on pretty much every occasion; and okay, this year he's been more tactless than pretty much everybody else combined, but, he still likes to think that when it's really important he can say what needs to said.
He told Summer how he felt, even when he was hanging from the roof in his Spider-Man mask after almost having killed himself, and that was really traumatic. He could've gone splat all over everything and then he never would've gotten to meet George Lucas. Neck waddle and all.
And he was there for his mom when it came down to it. Okay, he hid in his room for a lot of the time, but eventually, he did what had to be done. He told her that she needed to go to rehab, and that was really fucking hard, because what he really wanted to say was, 'Please don't leave me here by myself. I can't do this without you and Dad and Ryan and Captain Oats.'
What Seth really wanted to say was 'Moooooooooooooooooooooooooom!'
But he didn't.
Seth's spent his entire life using words to hide his insecurities and lack of smoothness and all that nebbish stuff that comes so naturally from being a Cohen and being himself. Sometimes he feels like he's practically got idiot scrawled all over him, seeping out his pores and staining his skin, and he talks to make up for all the things he feels but really doesn't know how to just say.
Seth's big secret is that he may talk a lot, but he actually says very little. He thinks that it would be nice if he were more like Ryan, and could just say what was important and relevant when it needed to be said.
Maybe his life would be better if he were less like himself, but he's just him, and he talks to much, and he should be talking right now.
But he just doesn't know what to say.
It's a lot easier for Seth to pull the car over to the shoulder and throw it into park, than it is for him to tell himself that he knows what he's doing. Because, surprise surprise, Seth has no fucking clue what to do, or what to say, and he doesn't even know how to get Ryan to look at him. Except -- maybe he's the one who can't meet Ryan's eyes, because what the hell did he think was going to happen when he told Ryan about Marissa and Trey?
Did he really fucking think that Ryan was just going to say, 'Huh, that's too bad?'
Yeah, no, probably not.
And the thing is, Seth has no business pulling Ryan across the armrest and trying to kiss him. It's a given that their mouths aren't going to meet on the first try or the second try, and really, it's a wonder that Ryan doesn't hit Seth in the head.
Seth is just doing this all wrong, and maybe he's had lots of dreams about kissing Ryan in the guesthouse or in the backseat, but this desperate grappling in his dreams is nothing like kissing Ryan's limp mouth right now. And Seth's just trying to make it better -– he's just trying to fix Ryan the best he can.
The gripping of Ryan's hair and the patting of his shirt to smooth out the wrinkles and the dried blood is Seth's way of playing superhero the only way he can. He's trying to make it better. He's trying to show that he gives a damn.
Now is not the time or the place for Seth to be making a move on Ryan, but he doesn't know what else to do or how else to tell Ryan that he's so very, very sorry.
Yes, he is an idiot who talks too much and keeps fucking up everybody else's lives, but sometimes even Seth knows that what you do is way more important than the lip-service you give.
He just hopes that Ryan understands that what he's feeling can't ever be put into words.
-end-
Title from the song by Elbow.
Unbetad as everyone is on holiday.
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