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I have discovered I can save myself a lot of stress archive-hopping by assuming that whatever story I click will involve mpreg tentacle sex and brace myself. Surprisingly, this makes pretty much three quarters of everything readable, even with wonton thing, the probate/prostrate/prostate thing, the prehensile thing, and the thing I can't talk about anymore becuase I always start crying.
Seriously, try it. You will find, nine times out of ten, you will really find you like the story. It's that tenth story that's the killer, really.
Things and Those
I started, strangely enough, to start thinking of my rec page and updating it with current fandoms. I started with Atlantis, since it's still fresh enough to remember where the stories are, and of course there can't be that many.
I said that then. I say now, after coding one hundred and ten recs, that wow, I kinda underestimated there. Harry Potter came in second, and I can't find my page of Smallville links, which means I may need to poach off of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
svmadelyn again to remember which ones I like. And I could swear I had some House ones somewhere, but hell if I can find them now. *sighs*
My fingers hurt. Also, my head hurts, becuase nothing would do but I *re-read half the stories I was reccing*. Anyway, hopefully have that done this weekend. I still have a few stray stories to chase down that I have to sadly summarize as "Well, the aliens made them have sex, and a bathtub was involved" and "the aliens made them have sex, but pollen was involved" and the classic "the aliens made them have sex, and there was so much bondage involved". Because I have discovered that aliens making people have sex is apparently second only to being well armed as Kink of the Millenium in jennland. Thank you God, flashfic, and Atlantis. That is so something I needed to know. No, really. THANK YOU.
You know, I don't do memes enough. Gakked fromwearemany
1: Name your ten favourite titles from stories you've written (or, if you're not a writer, just name your ten favourite titles).
I'll go one better and tell you why.
Standing in the Common Spaces - Smallville/Spiderman the Movie, Lex Luthor/Peter Parker, Lex/Clark Kent, Peter/Mary Jane, some really strange Peter/Clark
It was one of those I didn't poach--it was just there, on my eternal search for the perfect title, and it ended up fitting, which really leads to that chicken-and-egg theory thing. It fit, a story about the common ground on three very different men, and seriously, if there has ever been perfect satsfaction just because of a title, well, that is it.
A Memory of Waking - Smallville, Clark/Lex
A long time ago, I read a wonderful Paris/Torres Elseworld that was never published publicly anywhere on the net. It was the first time I'd 1.) ever *seen* an Elseworld done well and 2.) way before I even knew that was something *done* in fanfic, so it was just--amazing. I didn't do one with this one, just an AU, but it came close enough. The story is all a kind of waking dream, split half between what is and might have been, and the very idea of it gutted me a little. It's one of the few times, like above, that the title was just *there*, and that is always a good day in jennland.
On the Merits of Chicken to Soothe the Savage Beast - X-Men the Movie, AU, group
Isn't it just fun to *say*? It so is. I am just that shallow sometimes.
On a Man and His Penis - X-Men the Movie, Logan/Rogue
Becuase God, that just was like, the most obvious title *ever*. And it was fun to see it recced later. I mean, penis. It just makes me laugh. I am, again? So shallow. Its' also the first story I ever got flamed for, sidenote. Twice, even. And accused of plagiarism. That? Was different.
In Pursuit of a Sensation - Star Trek Voyager, Paris/Torres
Okay, at the time? Someone was all making the 'do multi-word titles, you'll be noticed!" and I was all the newbie and freaked out and so took them at their word. Also, my first body art story.
In a Thousand Miles - X-Men, Logan/Rogue
I was being very literal. Also, I wanted to write something dreamy, so I came up with a title, then tried to write a story to match it. This is one of those times.
In the Absence - Smallville, Lex Luthor/Lucas Dunleavy
Sarah T--or someone--nailed the reason I used this one. This one is--well, it's incest, which bothers me, believe it or not, a lot. The story had so little to do with lust, so much more with possession, with filling in blanks, with filling in holes, with what they both didn't have in their lives, the places in them empty because of Lionel. So. Yeah, that title kinda jumped out. Used first by Jane St. Clair, but I don't remember if I remembered that at the time of posting or not. I think I did. That was a very long time ago.
Don't Blink (Or You'll Miss it) - Queer as Folk, Brian
Okay, this one is fun. I was going for an entire symbolic thing of Brian's life changes. He gets high, suddenly he's had scary heterosexual sex, has a kid on the way, and has all his friends asking him questions, and it happens, to him, so fast. Seriously, I love this title. I also had the fun of using parenthesis and I really can't tell you how happy it makes me to use them, cause that would make me sound even more crazy than I am.
Colder in My Skin - Queer as Folk, Justin, Brian/Justin, etc.
Five hours. From finishing the story and getting it beta'ed, it took me *five hours* to post because I had no title. I had four people throwing random words at me, and in the end, CJ finally figured it out and boom. There we have a title. It works with theme, but honestly, at that point, I was this close to calling it Pretty Pony just for the shock value. I am not above shock value. I'm really not above anything these days. *sighs*
Pretty When You're Mine - Smallville, Clark/Lex
Sare Liz, a friend from X-Men days, sent me the VAST soundtrack and wrote an entire series set to these lyrics. I always liked them, and always wished for a reason to use this line. And hooker story just said me me me me me! And I did, and it did, and there you go.
2: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
Like I don't whore myself out whenever possible.
"No. I can--" Clark pushes off the wall and almost holds his balance. A second upright, then he's stumbling, groping for purchase on smooth tile, and Lex is across the room, jerking the door open and catching Clark before he falls into the wall. Bones he can feel moving beneath his hands, black circled, bloodshot eyes, yellow skin as fragile as parchment, and that feeling again--that other Lex, who wants to tell him how this is done. We do *this*. We touch him and stroke him and comfort him. We bathe him and dress him and tell him how proud we are of him and then we fuck him. We tell him we love him and he believes it as much as we do.
--Landscape, Smallville, unposted
Clark wakes up with an unfamiliar grogginess, the kind that comes only after sleep, the real kind, the kind that lasts forever, rested everywhere, every muscle loose, feeling--God, good. So good. Good enough not to want to move, just lay there, surfacing by inches, first to the warmth of the bed beneath him, the heavy, unfamiliar bedclothes, the slide of fine cotton sheets against his skin at his first experiemental shift. So good. So *fucking* good.
--Pretty When You're Mine, Smallvlle, wip
Turning, sleek and sophisticated in dark blue wool and boots, she looks like exactly what she is--the smartest, most dangerous woman alive, watching him with the professionally blank expression of a journalist with an interviewee they can't stand. "Fourteen hours ago, someone leaked to Daniel that Lex Luthor has been caught engaged in a extramarital affair in the White House during a reception for the Prime Minister of Japan."
--Breathe Dust, Smallville, Somewhere'verse, unposted
This morning, they had a briefing, where Sheppard said nothing at great length and strapped on weapons with a degree of enthusiasm that Rodney found just a little creepy, and not a little hot. Hot in that way that fatigues, dress uniforms, and army issue boots become the height of sexy when that makes up the entire range of clothing choices for whoever you take to bed, and that, in a single sentence, is why Rodney hates the military. Midriff tops and short skirts, not to mention *jeans*, never hold a candle to a artistically unbuttoned uniform jacket these days. Hell, the closest he's come to seeing skin recently is the week the environmental controls went off and suddenly, everywhere, short sleeves, bare arms, and, for one glorious moment at the Atlantean three to five pm, boots shed, and God, *ankles*. Closest to sex, too, but that's not entirely new, just a continuing theme of working too often with too-small groups of too-many annoying people.
--These Things, Stargate Atlantis, unposted
He should be. He should be asleep in that frightful mound of military issue blankets and thinking that one day, he's going to wake up to discover Sheppard's stripped naked, gone native, and become one with nature, and God, Rodney can *imagine* hunting him down and talking him down off some kind of alien tree to abandon his stick-spear and rejoin civilization. Not to mention that he'll have to explain to Elizabeth how none of them managed to notice that Sheppard just might be on the edge of some kind of really spectacular, public kind of collapse.
--Sleeper, Stargate Atlantis, unposted
There are stupid things he misses. Not the obvious ones, really. He doesn’t miss coffee like he thought he would, and he doesn't miss television. He doesn't miss beds with sheets and interior plumbing and lights that turn on with a thought. Sleep. Fried food. His laptop. All those things he would kill to get back. All of those things he *has* killed to get back. And there's little chance he won't do it again.
It's just--not what he misses.
--Mirror, Stargate Atlantis, unposted
Seriously, try it. You will find, nine times out of ten, you will really find you like the story. It's that tenth story that's the killer, really.
Things and Those
I started, strangely enough, to start thinking of my rec page and updating it with current fandoms. I started with Atlantis, since it's still fresh enough to remember where the stories are, and of course there can't be that many.
I said that then. I say now, after coding one hundred and ten recs, that wow, I kinda underestimated there. Harry Potter came in second, and I can't find my page of Smallville links, which means I may need to poach off of
svmadelyn again to remember which ones I like. And I could swear I had some House ones somewhere, but hell if I can find them now. *sighs*My fingers hurt. Also, my head hurts, becuase nothing would do but I *re-read half the stories I was reccing*. Anyway, hopefully have that done this weekend. I still have a few stray stories to chase down that I have to sadly summarize as "Well, the aliens made them have sex, and a bathtub was involved" and "the aliens made them have sex, but pollen was involved" and the classic "the aliens made them have sex, and there was so much bondage involved". Because I have discovered that aliens making people have sex is apparently second only to being well armed as Kink of the Millenium in jennland. Thank you God, flashfic, and Atlantis. That is so something I needed to know. No, really. THANK YOU.
You know, I don't do memes enough. Gakked from
wearemany1: Name your ten favourite titles from stories you've written (or, if you're not a writer, just name your ten favourite titles).
I'll go one better and tell you why.
Standing in the Common Spaces - Smallville/Spiderman the Movie, Lex Luthor/Peter Parker, Lex/Clark Kent, Peter/Mary Jane, some really strange Peter/Clark
It was one of those I didn't poach--it was just there, on my eternal search for the perfect title, and it ended up fitting, which really leads to that chicken-and-egg theory thing. It fit, a story about the common ground on three very different men, and seriously, if there has ever been perfect satsfaction just because of a title, well, that is it.
A Memory of Waking - Smallville, Clark/Lex
A long time ago, I read a wonderful Paris/Torres Elseworld that was never published publicly anywhere on the net. It was the first time I'd 1.) ever *seen* an Elseworld done well and 2.) way before I even knew that was something *done* in fanfic, so it was just--amazing. I didn't do one with this one, just an AU, but it came close enough. The story is all a kind of waking dream, split half between what is and might have been, and the very idea of it gutted me a little. It's one of the few times, like above, that the title was just *there*, and that is always a good day in jennland.
On the Merits of Chicken to Soothe the Savage Beast - X-Men the Movie, AU, group
Isn't it just fun to *say*? It so is. I am just that shallow sometimes.
On a Man and His Penis - X-Men the Movie, Logan/Rogue
Becuase God, that just was like, the most obvious title *ever*. And it was fun to see it recced later. I mean, penis. It just makes me laugh. I am, again? So shallow. Its' also the first story I ever got flamed for, sidenote. Twice, even. And accused of plagiarism. That? Was different.
In Pursuit of a Sensation - Star Trek Voyager, Paris/Torres
Okay, at the time? Someone was all making the 'do multi-word titles, you'll be noticed!" and I was all the newbie and freaked out and so took them at their word. Also, my first body art story.
In a Thousand Miles - X-Men, Logan/Rogue
I was being very literal. Also, I wanted to write something dreamy, so I came up with a title, then tried to write a story to match it. This is one of those times.
In the Absence - Smallville, Lex Luthor/Lucas Dunleavy
Sarah T--or someone--nailed the reason I used this one. This one is--well, it's incest, which bothers me, believe it or not, a lot. The story had so little to do with lust, so much more with possession, with filling in blanks, with filling in holes, with what they both didn't have in their lives, the places in them empty because of Lionel. So. Yeah, that title kinda jumped out. Used first by Jane St. Clair, but I don't remember if I remembered that at the time of posting or not. I think I did. That was a very long time ago.
Don't Blink (Or You'll Miss it) - Queer as Folk, Brian
Okay, this one is fun. I was going for an entire symbolic thing of Brian's life changes. He gets high, suddenly he's had scary heterosexual sex, has a kid on the way, and has all his friends asking him questions, and it happens, to him, so fast. Seriously, I love this title. I also had the fun of using parenthesis and I really can't tell you how happy it makes me to use them, cause that would make me sound even more crazy than I am.
Colder in My Skin - Queer as Folk, Justin, Brian/Justin, etc.
Five hours. From finishing the story and getting it beta'ed, it took me *five hours* to post because I had no title. I had four people throwing random words at me, and in the end, CJ finally figured it out and boom. There we have a title. It works with theme, but honestly, at that point, I was this close to calling it Pretty Pony just for the shock value. I am not above shock value. I'm really not above anything these days. *sighs*
Pretty When You're Mine - Smallville, Clark/Lex
Sare Liz, a friend from X-Men days, sent me the VAST soundtrack and wrote an entire series set to these lyrics. I always liked them, and always wished for a reason to use this line. And hooker story just said me me me me me! And I did, and it did, and there you go.
2: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
Like I don't whore myself out whenever possible.
"No. I can--" Clark pushes off the wall and almost holds his balance. A second upright, then he's stumbling, groping for purchase on smooth tile, and Lex is across the room, jerking the door open and catching Clark before he falls into the wall. Bones he can feel moving beneath his hands, black circled, bloodshot eyes, yellow skin as fragile as parchment, and that feeling again--that other Lex, who wants to tell him how this is done. We do *this*. We touch him and stroke him and comfort him. We bathe him and dress him and tell him how proud we are of him and then we fuck him. We tell him we love him and he believes it as much as we do.
--Landscape, Smallville, unposted
Clark wakes up with an unfamiliar grogginess, the kind that comes only after sleep, the real kind, the kind that lasts forever, rested everywhere, every muscle loose, feeling--God, good. So good. Good enough not to want to move, just lay there, surfacing by inches, first to the warmth of the bed beneath him, the heavy, unfamiliar bedclothes, the slide of fine cotton sheets against his skin at his first experiemental shift. So good. So *fucking* good.
--Pretty When You're Mine, Smallvlle, wip
Turning, sleek and sophisticated in dark blue wool and boots, she looks like exactly what she is--the smartest, most dangerous woman alive, watching him with the professionally blank expression of a journalist with an interviewee they can't stand. "Fourteen hours ago, someone leaked to Daniel that Lex Luthor has been caught engaged in a extramarital affair in the White House during a reception for the Prime Minister of Japan."
--Breathe Dust, Smallville, Somewhere'verse, unposted
This morning, they had a briefing, where Sheppard said nothing at great length and strapped on weapons with a degree of enthusiasm that Rodney found just a little creepy, and not a little hot. Hot in that way that fatigues, dress uniforms, and army issue boots become the height of sexy when that makes up the entire range of clothing choices for whoever you take to bed, and that, in a single sentence, is why Rodney hates the military. Midriff tops and short skirts, not to mention *jeans*, never hold a candle to a artistically unbuttoned uniform jacket these days. Hell, the closest he's come to seeing skin recently is the week the environmental controls went off and suddenly, everywhere, short sleeves, bare arms, and, for one glorious moment at the Atlantean three to five pm, boots shed, and God, *ankles*. Closest to sex, too, but that's not entirely new, just a continuing theme of working too often with too-small groups of too-many annoying people.
--These Things, Stargate Atlantis, unposted
He should be. He should be asleep in that frightful mound of military issue blankets and thinking that one day, he's going to wake up to discover Sheppard's stripped naked, gone native, and become one with nature, and God, Rodney can *imagine* hunting him down and talking him down off some kind of alien tree to abandon his stick-spear and rejoin civilization. Not to mention that he'll have to explain to Elizabeth how none of them managed to notice that Sheppard just might be on the edge of some kind of really spectacular, public kind of collapse.
--Sleeper, Stargate Atlantis, unposted
There are stupid things he misses. Not the obvious ones, really. He doesn’t miss coffee like he thought he would, and he doesn't miss television. He doesn't miss beds with sheets and interior plumbing and lights that turn on with a thought. Sleep. Fried food. His laptop. All those things he would kill to get back. All of those things he *has* killed to get back. And there's little chance he won't do it again.
It's just--not what he misses.
--Mirror, Stargate Atlantis, unposted
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(I so need a Kestrel icon.)
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From: (Anonymous) Date: 2005-07-20 03:46 am (UTC)Affair and leaking stuff to *Daniel*. Well that just opens up a whole can of new scary worms.
I guess I should be happy you're not making comfort cookies, I'm on a diet.
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From:And for the record, I totally adore your Spiderman/Smallville fic. It's easily one of my favourite x-over fics ever. Just thought you should know ^_^
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From:*sighs*
And thank you!
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From:The title never stops amusing me.
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From:You writing SGA is the best news I've had this week. Awesome.
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From:*curls up at your feet*
*smiles prettily and waits*
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From:engaged in a extramarital affair in the White House during a reception for the Prime
Minister of Japan."
you know, Jenn, after your previous snippets this cant really hurt me much more than
before.
you know,
I have recced pretty when you are mine,
I have recced only human
I am going to rec wasteland, and, this, too, and some others, and then some more, and then probably everything by you ...
but I dont think i will ever be able to rec you at the svroundtable.
not before the day I am leaving SV fandom as in a whole.
as in when my obsession of the clex is not there anymore.
After 3 years of lurkdom, I want to repay back all the authors I have enjoyed. new ones. old ones. WIPs fics. and finished fics.
your stories were one of the reasons I started a LJ.
you stories were one of the reasons I wrote my first FBs.
Before you, I swore not to read WIPs. now i am following hundreds of WIPs, which does not bother me...
but let me quote another fan of yours:
"wip on LJ- why yes, I am a hypocrite. But it's jenn..."
so, I remember asking you to lie to me (whether there would be ever a sequel to sleep while i drive) and you did.
did I ever say thank you for this???
and now, I am completely lost, coz I dont remember what i even wanted to say.
sometimes I think writing feedback or a rec or a review is as much difficult as writing the story you admire itsself.
so, your work in SV, no rec, coz I dont think I will be able to stop once I start.
coz your work is ...large....
I might be the current minion of diane because of SV AU WIP fics...
I might be called the reccing ball by bipolypesca....
I have told elandrialore that her fics reminds me of yours, which made her very happy....
but your work, your whole work, I wont rec.
coz the day I am asking you permission to rec your work is the day I am leaving SV.
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From:just some ramblings, take all the time of the world, its not like any of your fans is going away :D
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From:I get excited whenever I see mention of this.
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From:Then I cry, because my God, it won't. Finish.
*growling*
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From:But-
I am now slathering at the bit to read Landscape, desperate for more Pretty When You're Mine, and a little bit afraid to entrust my poor little heart to you with more Cheating!Lex.
Also, it is quite possible that I will get sucked into SGA if you post these fics, and then I will have to hate you.
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From:Landscape--I honeslty believe I will finish that one on my deathbed. Every time I see light? I am snuffed by strnage plot contrivances. It's weird.
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From:*sighs* I am so doomed.
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From:Guess I'll stay in touch with the character the good old-fashioned stalking-Jenn's-LJ way. No complaints there.
As for writing in a new fandom, I know the mind numbing terror. Probably the reason I don't post my stuff often, if at all. Also because I'm working on a novel, entirely of my own character creation and slamming my head into the wall at every step. But, I sidetrack.
Long story short, favorite Jenn title: This, too
Probably because it leaves so much to the imagination and relies on the reader to figure it all out.
I will now go back into my corner of nowhere.
P.S. Reading up on your old posts. If the "American Gods" thing goes well, Gaiman wrote an episode of B5, possibly the best one I've ever seen, that you should check out. Also? I have a Neil Gaiman joke I'd be willing to share.
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