| i predict this motel will be standing until i pay my bill |
[13 Aug 2011|01:43pm] |
Moving journals for realsies. I have had this one for ten years, aka too fucking long, and am tired of looking at it. I've been trying to get back into the swing of using LJ, but I don't think this journal is for me any longer.
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=91.6) formanymiles is where I'll be settling. It's cool if you don't want to keep up, but be advised it is not optional for several of you.
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[04 Aug 2011|02:48pm] |
Set an undetermined time after "That old time feeling."
A knock at the door startles Kellerman from his fourth hour of surveillance, and he rubs at his eyes before determining the source of the noise.
"Wakey wakey, Magnum," Lewis says, gesturing with a brown bag and a coffee tray at the window. Kellerman leans over to unlock the door and Lewis falls in beside him.
"I thought you were going straight home after," Kellerman says, remembering Lewis being quite firm on that point before he left for the station. Kellerman pulls the lid off his coffee and lets the smell fill the car before he starts drinking, lets the warmth soak into his hands.
Lewis sorts through the Danish in the bag and shrugs, offering Kellerman the pastry without almonds. They're both quiet for a few minutes, and then Lewis says, mostly to the dashboard, "Felt like seeing you before I went to sleep, I guess."
Kellerman turns away from the house he'd been watching to look at Lewis, who is collecting wrappers and napkins back into the bag. He looks tired, like maybe he should have gone straight home but instead came to keep Kellerman company on his stakeout, and suddenly all Kellerman wants is to kiss him, so he does. Lewis tastes sweetly like Danish and coffee, like something Kellerman's been waiting for.
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| i like kissing you as much as i have ever liked drinking |
[15 Jul 2011|12:24am] |
 For wordsatourbacks, hearts racing. Set in s4, most likely after "The Hat."
Lewis gets to his feet with a confidence in his sobriety that gives out when he's upright. He hitches himself up against the wall and waits for the floor to even out, and Kellerman, sort of leaning on the couch but mostly prone, laughs. He finishes his drink and rolls to his feet.
"Younguns," Lewis says, with feeling. Kellerman laughs again. He leans in to put Lewis' coat around his shoulders and is close, suddenly close, pressing the fabric smooth against his chest.
Kellerman pats his cheek and Lewis can smell the nicotine on his fingertips. It's driving him crazy.
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| scenes from a boat. |
[10 Jul 2011|05:03pm] |
 For wordsatourbacks, prom date. THE TERRIBLE JOKE IS ALSO DEDICATED TO YOU.
Lewis turns out the light and settles on his back, and lets a few minutes pass in silence before he says, "Seriously, this is nice and all, but I'm still shelling out for a place on dry land, you know?"
Kellerman mostly ignores him, because he was up all day and half the night, and because Lewis' vendetta against his boat is not news. "Gotta build up your sea legs somehow, Meldrick."
Lewis sighs, knocks his pillow into shape, turns to look at Kellerman, who's face down on the bed and not paying an adequate amount of attention to the problem. He jabs two fingers into Kellerman's armpit, mercilessly.
Kellerman flinches away and says, "What the hell, man, what are you doin'?"
"Building up my sea fingers."
"Yeah, well, look with your eyes, not your hands," Kellerman says, nosing back down into the bedding. "Go to sleep already."
"Let me ask you, how's a man supposed to sleep under these kinda conditions? The place you lay your bones ain't supposed to move while you're laying on it!"
Kellerman listens to Lewis grumble himself to sleep, listens to the placid movement of the water just outside. He smiles into his pillow.
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| the beast you've made of me |
[08 Jul 2011|12:22am] |
 For kita0610, in the presence of mine enemies. Icon by eleusis_walks.
The first few times, she keeps her eyes closed against her reflection in the mirror. She doesn't need it: centuries to learn the curve of her own mouth, knowledge kept in her own flesh. Her own pulsing blood.
(her boy smearing it like rouge across her cheeks and licking it up, a bright bloody wound, smiling when his teeth graze off her skin, smiling when she returns the favor)
She keeps them open after a while, though. She has places to be, and that first look at the ghoul staring back at her is too much for an empty stomach.
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| drabble requests. |
[07 Jul 2011|02:30pm] |
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Pick one of my icons and I will write you a drabble. If you want a fandom/character not represented in my icons but one you know I'm familiar with, that's fine, too; just leave a prompt. :D
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| night for many miles and then |
[17 Jun 2011|11:03am] |
Homicide, Lewis/Kellerman, That old time feeling. Groundhog's Day comes for Meldrick Lewis. Or something like that. Set after the movie, rated mature/nsfw, title from here. With thanks for the beta to carlyinrome, who endures my affection for cops and robbers with an extraordinary amount of patience.
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| whatever, i do what i want. |
[02 May 2011|02:02am] |
Homicide, Lewis and Kellerman, For a moment there I thought we were in trouble. Post-"Have a Conscience."
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| well, do you want lewis to hug you more? |
[28 Apr 2011|01:05pm] |
Immediately after my resolve to begin posting again, my Internet connection fizzes out. I had about twenty minutes total of Interneting yesterday; mostly I just watched Homicide. There's a moment in "The Hat," AKA, "Lewis and Kellerman take a roadtrip with Lily Tomlin," toward the end, where Kellerman is talking about how he reacted to finding out about his wife's infidelity, and Lewis is making some point or another and reaches over to Kellerman's hip and pats his gun and I was just. You know. Surprised at that totally normal gesture.
On with the show!
Day 2 - Where you'd like to be in 10 years
I would like a different job! And also to be living in a place where I could conceivably date a woman again.
eta I just remembered I meant to answer with this ASW strip.
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| my dear rivers, |
[26 Apr 2011|11:47am] |
Hello, I continue to be the worst at life. Have considered scrapping this journal several times over the past few months and starting over, but the problem with starting over is that no matter where you go, there you are, so there isn't much point. Nevertheless, I'm probably going to lock/delete a lot of entries I'm tired of seeing, etc.
I do not want to talk about work. The thing I want most in the entire world right now is a new tattoo, maybe like five new tattoos, but I especially want a half-sleeve, only I don't know of what. I was thinking for a while of getting some of "Badlands" done, but at the moment it just doesn't feel big enough. (uh.) Leaned briefly towards Medusa; can't decide if that + the Greek would be too nerdy or what, also can't really decide on a design I like enough. I have the Caravaggio on my wall, but I don't know that I'd want it on my body. Decisions, decisions.
Read Pat Barker's Regeneration trilogy for the first time earlier this year, back in February I think, and can't recall if I talked about it at all here, but just finished a reread because they are perfect and Billy Prior is brilliant and I can't leave them alone for too long at a time or I get lonely and twitchy for Prior's aggressive class antagonism and Rivers' reserved, professional pining. Man, I am a sucker for quality pining. Give me someone who says, I have all these tremendous feelings but I will keep them to myself for the good of the country and I am there. Have given earnest thought to tattooing bits of this on myself as well.
apiphile has ruined my entire life by suggesting Tom Hardy as casting for Prior, and now I spend my time soldering together screencaps from Band of Brothers and Behind the Lines (the blah film adaptation of Regeneration) to imply we live in a world where this perfect storm of casting and material could actually occur. Which now explains my new layout. I am decorating again! I am making an effort! I don't know why I'm so terrible. Grief. (Behind the Lines, by the way, was mostly wretched; I maintain a certain fondness for James Wilby due to Maurice, but he was awful in this, and the screenplay was awful, but Johnny Lee Miller, who played Prior, was decent, as was whoever did Rivers, although again the screenplay did no one any favors.) I was told once not to end paragraphs with parentheticals, so I won't.
Have decided mostly due to the influence of some awesome people on Tumblr to rewatch all of Homicide (I say "influence" because it sounds less After School Special than "peer pressure") and am mid season four. It is very enjoyable, and by enjoyable I mean how did so many excellent characters get themselves into one tv show? Frank Pembleton, light of my fire, fire of my loins. Meldrick Lewis is waging a war for my affection, though; for about twenty minutes two weeks ago, he unseated Pembleton as my favorite. Everyone was very surprised.
I still have about 600 screencaps of Rome to sort through, and then maybe a mood theme to make, and there is probably a Lewis/Kellerman fic in me once I have finished rewatching Homicide, but otherwise I am quite creatively dead inside. Oh, wait! I did start a piece of A Beautiful Mind fic, Nash/Paul Bettany, but it's in second person, so it will probably never be posted, and spending too much time with that movie makes me feel dangerously crazy, so it will probably never be finished.
A large part of the reason I haven't been posting much this year is because I just fell out of the habit of updating (and also because depression is very dull to experience, let alone to write about or read about), so in an effort to get back into the swing of things, I'm going to do one of those 30 day memes where I will have to generate some content that isn't just continuous screencaps of Clark Johnson's (perfect) face.
Day 1 - Your current relationship; if single discuss how single life is.
Already I regret this. I haven't properly dated anyone in a year, was briefly seeing someone at work for sex and Star Wars marathons (I know, it was the wrong Star --, but he was very handsome), and all in all think it's probably better if I never inflict myself and my love on anyone again. Fortunately I am a robot, despite what that crying jag over the end of The Ghost Road might imply, so that shouldn't be too difficult.
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| common law. |
[19 Feb 2011|12:35am] |
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Dear Carly,
My gift to you, on our anniversary: an unsustainable crossover between two things I do not love nearly as much as I love you. You are a constant comfort and delight to me, and I hope to know you for a very long time.
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| easy touch. |
[14 Feb 2011|01:30am] |
Thunderheart, Ray/Walter, I'd love to lay you down. For the Mundane Bingo prompts power outage (can't find the candles) and kissing. Hee.
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| that someday it may raise me. |
[12 Feb 2011|02:50am] |
Thunderheart, Ray/Walter, Weather patterns. For the Mundane Bingo prompts can't sleep for no particular reason and watching a thunderstorm roll in.
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| in sickness and in health. |
[02 Feb 2011|10:47am] |
Thunderheart, Ray/Walter, I used to live alone before I knew you. Sort of for the Mundane Bingo prompts not wearing shoes in the house and napping in the middle of the day.
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| reveal day! (or. . . day after reveal day) |
[16 Jan 2011|11:10am] |
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For oz_magi this year I wrote By the book (the one to hold the strings), which will surprise no one who recognized carlyinrome as my default person. It's a short story about Peter Schibetta's life of crime. Petey is one of my favorite secondary characters on Oz; the poor kid is kind of a doof, but I also think very few people would have come off better when squaring off against Adebisi.
The impetus for this story, what made the prompt stand out to me, is Peter's first scene in the show, where he tells Nino about Angie's cancer. Peter is sick with grief, and he tears up a little and he can't speak, and instead of berating him for this, Nino, who has not been shown to be a kind man or one who gladly abides weakness, waits for the moment to pass. Peter rests his head on Nino's shoulder until he gets it under control, and then they go on. It's a sweet, unexpected moment, and it really shows the depth of the love Nino has for his son.
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