nestar: (PofM Mort is the Rabies)
Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ERIN!!!!! (I'm a horrible friend and totally forgot - even with the LJ reminder e-mails)

My life:
- I'm doing Scrooge again this year and it's been really odd. Not the show, but me; I've been really nostalgic for past years/cast mates.

- On the knitting front, I made myself a shawl! It was based on a pattern for a baby shawl that I had to size up and at one point I ended up ripping out the whole thing and starting over - gah! But it's done now and I'll post pictures soon.

- Since knitting = mindless tv watching, I've gone through season 9 of Smallville, season 1 of Atlantis, and am currently on episode 4x05 Community (yes, I started with ep 1x01).

- Writing/creative stuff. I'm taking part in a Shakespeare Advent challenge and I've actually been keeping up with it fairly well. So far I've written 5 one shots, made 3 photo type things and 3 - count 'em, 3 - gifs!!!
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Disclamer: This is for entertainment only. I am not Tony Gilroy or MGM. I am making no money off of this story.

The Cutting Edge
Kate/Doug - G - 356 words

Winning Isn't Everything... )
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Another fic I found on my hard drive. It's a "Guild" one-shot from way back at the start of season three.

"It is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles -- Sun Tzu"

It had started as research. He had just wanted to be prepared for the next step in the attack. Vork, Clara and Zaboo were depressingly average plebs looking for a way to escape their boring lives and were easy enough targets.

But Codex was different.

The google search on Cyd Sherman turned up nearly 20 pages of hits. The first five were the normal links to facebook, myspace, twitter and a bunch of white page listing, but then came the good stuff.

Interviews going back with a younger and younger musician, a youtube video of her playing Sweet Child O' Mine on the violin, a police report on a domestic call - and how awesome was it that she had set that guys cello on fire! Just proves what they say about the quite ones.

It wasn't until the fourth time he loaded her symphony profile picture that the realization dawned on him that this might be a little bit more then research.

Of course, that was about five minutes before he got her chat request.
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This was written for a Spy Land challenge. You had to crossover two spy fandoms, so I chose Jake 2.0 and Covert Affairs.

Diane hated the days when she had to visit the CIA.

Rest of the story under the cut... )
nestar: (Alice Wonderland Gate)
With one quick instruction of, remember to breath, she was gone. Hatter watched the mirror for a moment, as if she might suddenly step back through, before turning around and walking out to revolving door.

The trip back to the tea shop happened on auto pilot; it was the crunch of glass that brought Hatter back to himself. “Oh...” He let out a long sigh, “This is going to take some work.”

He carefully made his way over to the, now empty, wardrobe and hung up the velvet coat – Alice's coat.

Hatter chest grew heavier as he surveyed the room. “Oi!” he rushed over to his desk and gently picked up a battered top hat.

The hat was made of sage colored felt with a dark green silk band and a brim that rolled up slightly at the edge. He had been just nine when it had been willed to him by his great Uncle Reginald.

Uncle Reg was one-hundred and twenty-seven when he died, but that didn't really count. Uncle Reg had once cheated Time at cards, which is something you really shouldn't do. The consequence of which, Uncle Reg had been stuck at six o'clock for just over thirty years.

Hatter looked at the dirt sprinkled along the side of the hat. Philistines, he thought. He softly blew at the dirt, but stopped quickly when something went thud.

Looking down he was surprised to see a small packet of yellowing paper tied with a black ribbon. Hatter sat down at the desk and just looked at the for a moment, had that been in the hat all these years?

With a soft tug the bow on the ribbon came undone, then Hatter gently unfolded the top letter.

She’s all my fancy painted him
(I make no idle boast);
If he or you had lost a limb,
Which would have suffered most?
They told me you had been to her,
And mentioned me to him:
She gave me a good character,
But said I could not swim.

It was total drivel. Hatter set the paper back on the desk and was folding it when an odd shimmering caught his eye. Picking the paper back up, this time holding it over his head and slowly turning it to the light, Hatter saw the words change.

She’s all my fancy painted her,
she’s lovely, she’s divine,
But her heart it is another’s,
she never can be mine.
Yet loved I as man never loved,
a love without decay,
Oh, my heart, my heart is breaking
for the love of Alice Gray.

This was... No, it was impossible. Okay, yes Uncle Reg had met Alice of Legend, he had heard the story many times as a lad. But there was no way that this poem was about her.

Her golden* hair is braided
o’er a brow of spotless white,
Her soft blue eye now languishes,
now flashes with delight;
Her hair is braided not for me,
the eye is turned away,
Yet my heart, my heart is breaking
for the love of Alice Gray.

I’ve sunk beneath the summer’s sun,
and trembled in the blast.
But my pilgrimage is nearly done,
the weary conflict’s past;
And when the green sod wraps my grave,
may pity haply say,
Oh, his heart, his heart is broken
for the love of Alice Gray!

Hatter slowly put the poem down and reached for the next paper in the bunch. It began, Dear Alice...

It has been less then an hour since we spoke at the looking glass, but there were
things that I could not say to you then that I must say somehow. You looked so
lovely in your wedding dress. I do hope that your Mr. Gray understands what a great
prize he has won in you.

If you were to read the above I'm quite sure you would laugh. But Mr. Hatter, you
might say, why could you not give me a simple complement when you have given
me so many before?

It is not the complement that stumbled me, but the sentiment behind it. For if I
started by tell you how lovely you looked I would surely finish by telling you how
ardently I love you.

Ah, there it is, my dear girl. The one secret I have manged to keep. I love you.

I have kept this to myself for a vast list of reasons: our diverse upbringings, the
differences in our worlds, my strange quarrel with Time. But if I am to be honest,
the largest reason for my secrecy is due to cowardice. I was simply too scared of
hearing you say that you didn't return my feelings.

I know we shan't speak again. You have a new adventure to face, one that I won't be
able to help you with. I wish you well on it.

Yours forever,
Reginald M. Hatter

Hatter was stunned. Uncle Reg had not only met the Legendary Alice, but had really known her, had loved her.

I was simply too scared of hearing you say that you didn't return my feelings.

The line from the letter rang louder and louder in his head. Hatter jumped to his feet and ran out the door. Uncle Reg had may have been too scared to confess his feelings, but he'd be damned if he let history repeat itself.

Alice Gray by William Mee, parody by Lewis Carroll
*Mr. Mee wrote of dark brown hair, but Alice of Legend had yellow so I made the change.
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So here it is, only a year late. Love ya' Erin ;)

The setting sun was bathing Iruian's rooms, and the women in them, in a warm rosy glow.

At one sofa Leia was giving a very pregnant Arwen some tips for getting a fussy baby to sleep through the night while on the other side of the room DG was having her hair done by Inara and Padme.

“This is a lovely room.”

Iruian stood up to greet the new guest. “Welcome, Eowyn.”

“I'm sorry I'm late.” The pale woman said “Farmir was having a bad day and...”

Iruian smiled warmly at her, “It's more then all right. This gathering is suppose to be for our comfort; there are no expectations.”

Eowyn sighed, “It's been a long time since no one's expected anything of me.”

“I understand that.” Iruian put a hand on the other womans arm. “I grew up with both the expectations of my father's court and the Bene Gesserit's planning. It wasn't until I threw off both of them that my life finally gained some peace.”

Eowyn a small smile, “Peace, that would be nice.”

“Well, let's start with some of this tea Inara brought, she said that it's 'Kaylee's special blend'.” Iruian poured two small cup fulls, “But I should warn you, it is strong.”

“I once drank with a dwarf. I'm sure I can handle this.” Eowyn said with her first true smile in a long time.
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This was written for Remix: The Drabble. It's based on the story, Two Points and a Line. Go read that, then pester [ profile] iambickilometer to tell you who the fifth doll is.

The title, and most of the dialog, came from the T.A.T.U. song "Show Me Love". You can listen to it here.

Show me love... )
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One of my NaNoWriMo "Project Work in Progress" stories.

Thanks go out to the amazing [ profile] cincoflex who created the term, Koltarkta, and graciously let me use it. If you think Spock/Uhura is hot, you should check out her Trip/T'Pol stories.

I also want to thank the amazing folks at the Vulcan Language Dictionary. With out all their hard work, this story would have never happened.

There was always a thrill that comes with opening a new book.

For Cadet Uhura the thrill was intensified by that fact that the book was written in a different language. She fell back on her bed and drunk in the first line.

plak'tow shoret katau la' – Koltarkta

Read the rest... )
nestar: (Jim Parsons)
There was a photo manipulation posted at [ profile] sheldon_penny that was screaming, "WRITE FIC ABOUT ME!!!". So I did.

Rating: PG (one bad word)
Word Count: 885

Penny still couldn't understand how she got here. That Leonard had left her out to dry was a given... )
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Once upon a time "Star Trek" was owned by the Great Bird of the Galaxy, now it's owned by Universal - I am neither.

Are you sure you want to do this? The man in the booth gives me one last chance to back out.

I nod my head and brace myself. I know that it's dangerous, both the process and everything that comes after it, but if it means getting my shot at him... Well, I'll put myself through anything.

The man punches some buttons and the machine starts to hum. The hum gets louder as the arms begin to spin. The world is gone now, just the spinning lights and the ear splitting hum.

Suddenly everything stops and for one second it's peaceful, then the pain rips through my body and drops me to my knees.

Oh my god... )
nestar: (ENT Trip)
Back story: Right after the story arc of Baby Elizabeth aired I wanted to write something connecting her and Spock. I've been kicking around all kinda of different scenarios - T'Pol and Sarek, T'Pol and Amanda, T'Pol and Spock - but it just didn't feel right.

All the fanfic the new movie put out jogged the right pieces into place. So after four years I give you "IDIC".

Time can hide history... )
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It the old "Pick a character/ship, put on your music player to shuffle and write while the song plays" thing.

I kind of cheated a little (some stories just couldn't be finished in the time I had), but all in all I stuck with it. There are even two instrumental pieces in here.

Iron Man - Tony/Pepper

01 - Don't Get Lost in the Crowd – Ashley Ballard
It was another event, filled with music, filled with drinks, filled with people.

Tony was behaving, for now. He had managed to end up talking with Mark Willis who was an engineer from GE. Pepper had left them comparing plans for how the Death Star would actually fire and made her way to a quite spot out side.

She hadn't even finished her drink when Tony sat down next to her, “I almost lost you in the crowd back there.”

02 - How Do You Like Me Now – Toby Keith

03 - Normal American Boy – Bye, Bye, Birdie

04 - Mal's Song – Michelle Dockrey
The only part of the missions that Tony really enjoyed was the flying. The times when he could have Jarvis pilot and he was free to just watch the stars passing.

After he landed he would have to deal with savage men or government hounds (he hadn't decided which ones were the worst yet), then there was always the look in Pepper's eyes – sad, but glad at the same time.

05 - Let Me Be Your Wings – Barry Manilow
Faster, higher, more. That had always been Tony's life. So many years spent chasing after the next high, but no matter what he did the high would always fade – booze, girls, drugs, hell even the Iron Man suit had been a thrill only the first time.

But Pepper... No matter how many time she said it, Tony's heart always speed up at hearing her say “I love you.”

06 - Tinkerbell – James Newton Howard (from the Peter Pan soundtrack)

07 - For Crying Out Loud – Meatloaf

08 - She's All I Ever Had – Ricky Martin

09 - Intermezzo in A, Op 118 no 2 – Brahms

10 - The Impossible Dream – Man of La Mancha

So the first two were kind of duds (I thought), but after that they really picked up (I had to stop the song when "Normal American Boy came on because the idea of Pepper and the SHIELD agent trying to do damage control and telling wildly different stories made me laugh to hard). And I might just come back to "For Crying Out Loud" and flesh that out some more (Because it's Jim Steinman, and my god, the stories that get shoved into all the songs he does...)
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Written for the [ profile] characteraday comm picture prompt. I somehow ended up seeing a modern day Elinor Dashwood.

It was here; the day the Elinor hadn't let herself dream of. She was marrying Edward!

"Elinor! You must come outside!" Marget called from the door.

"Don't be a goose!" Marieann said. "She's in her dress, she can't go traipsing after you."

Margret looked so sad, "Please, Elinor?"

Elinor stood up. "If I can go outside to where the alter is, then I can go out to see whatever it is that Marget has done."

The three sisters made their way out the back door, Margret leading the way.

"I did it all by my self!" Margret said proudly.

Elinor looked at the large "Congratulations!" mowed into the grass of the field and broke out in laughter.
nestar: (mrs michale carington)
Disclamer: I am not Misters Michtell, Van Sickle, or Linde.

Edit: After you read this, go watch this video.


nestar: (fangirl moony)
This is all [ profile] moony_blues fault, damn her and her probing questions!

Warning: Unbeta! Unless there's someone out there who wants to pull out a red pen for me.

The sky had been overcast, but they hadn't cared. They walked and laughed and, when the rain came, they ran. Violet had the tree trunk at her back and his body to shelter her from the rain, and that was when Ambrose kissed her.

Ambrose had a meeting in back at the villa and he offered to walk her back, but Violet had wanted time to just be alone with this feeling. He loved her, Ambrose loved her! Violet looked out over the lake and giggled. Life was perfect.

Just then a shadow cross her and she looked up. In the sky was a balloon, and in the basket of the balloon was a man.


Stupid bunny wouldn't leave me alone... )

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Disclamer: I am not Misters Michtell, Van Sickle, or anyone else making money from "Tin Man".



Hey kiddo... )












nestar: (Subtext)
Okay, I was not expecting to post anything today. Then Steve saw my copy of "Peter Pan". If this doesn't make sense blame him.



Feb. 29th, 2008 03:44 pm
nestar: (Bring On the Prince)
Disclamer: I am not Misters Mitchell or Van Sickle, I am also not Lynn Ahrens or Stephen Flaherty. I just really like their work.


Comments are love!!! Really!

nestar: (Taken Gay Fictional)

I am not Joss Whedon, I do not know Joss, I have never met Joss... I am such a bad fangirl.
I am also not Fox or Universal. If I was I would have met Joss on-set for the filming of Serenity 2.


Simon... )


Kaylee... )



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