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| Thursday, August 14th, 2008 | | 1:27 am |
| | Friday, August 8th, 2008 | | 11:30 pm |
Answers to meme
1. Pick 20 of your favourite movies. 2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie. 3. Post them for everyone to guess. 4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed. 5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions. I'm more television than movie oriented, so from 14-20 are from TV shows, but some include names or are catch-phrases to make it easier. | | Friday, August 1st, 2008 | | 1:03 pm |
Journal is now FRIENDS' ONLY. Yes, there's a reason. I may go into it in further detail than I do here. To the person who decided to snoop around in my journals, that post will be friends' only, too. Jesus fucking Christ, man. | | 9:55 am |
Hancock (review and fic)
I saw 'Hancock' last night. I think it's pretty good, being I'm not for action or supernatural flicks so much as I can't really suspend my belief to the degree needed to enjoy the movie. I think it beats out Spiderman/Superman/Batman type movies (I'm going by the older Batman movies, as I have neither seen nor wish to see The Dark Knight). It had good characterization and I love, love, LOVE both Will Smith and Jason Bateman. Speaking in terms of fandom, there was fine chemistry between the actors; I could see myself shipping Hancock/Ray and Hancock/Mary, or even a one-true-three between them all. I think there's a lot of openings for fanfiction, though I can't give many reasons without spoiling it, so I may come back to this after the movie is out of theaters around here. ANYWHO, I think 'Hancock' is DVD worthy, though I don't know if it's one I could watch repeatedly. 7.5/10 I did start a fanfic, and it is beneath the cut. Oh my. ( The next time they see each other, Ray has a gun pressed against the back of his head. ) | | 9:45 am |
| | Saturday, July 26th, 2008 | | 12:31 am |
Art post
If you can call it art, anyway. Just a craptastic Fonzie drawing. I may try to do better later. I must do homework now. ( Aaayyy! ) | | Thursday, July 24th, 2008 | | 10:39 pm |
Richie/Fonzie short fic
I was asked to do something that focuses on Fonzie. Then another person asked me to do a Richie/Fonzie porn. This isn't either, it's rated G, but I figure one could fulfill the other, so I might do that next. Summary: Richie and Fonzie have a moment (without Fonzie knowing) after a plan goes completely wrong. ( Read more... ) | | 2:15 am |
I'm tired, but not in a way that I can sleep. Um. I started a new fic; M*A*S*H/Happy Days crossover. Sounds exciting, doesn't it? Edit to post the opening: Fonzie has, for the entire time that Richie has known him, never been drunk. Fonzie has never been much of anything of that sort; smoking, drinking, anything, Fonzie can avoid. Richie finds this odd as he straddles Fonzie’s bike: He’s a clean-cut all-American boy and Fonzie simply isn’t. If anyone were to go out on the town with a couple of boozing, womanizing Korean vets, it should have been Fonzie. In truth, though, it hadn’t been his idea. Did that count for anything? It had been Potsie’s idea-- or Potsie’s cousin’s idea, being as it would probably be a good plan to distance himself from the idea as much as possible before he got home. They’d gone out with some guy from Boston who had a loud laugh, a bright smile, and absolutely no happiness. As he drank, the man ( ’This is my friend, Trapper John,’ Potsie’s cousin introduced) grew friendlier; he said he had been going to visit a friend in Iowa, but took a wrong turn somewhere in Illinois. ‘Never was good at geography,’ Trapper had said, giving Richie a joking jab with his elbow. Richie hadn’t been entirely sure if he was kidding or not, even with everybody laughing. ----- Yeah, that's pretty much it. | | 2:15 am |
Stolen from distaff_exile
If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal. | | Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 | | 8:25 am |
HD fic, reposted.
Rated: R Warnings: dubious consent Word count: 4809 Notes: Taken down to be edited, then I didn't edit. I'm still curious how sensical the ending is, because its implication is still clear to me, but I think other people will just go 'haha...what?', because, well...I kind of have a step up on others on what I mean. ( Read more... ) | | 12:48 am |
Movie meme. Stolen from my_fool_took
1. Pick 20 of your favourite movies. 2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie. 3. Post them for everyone to guess. 4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed. 5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions. I'm more television than movie oriented, so from 14-20 are from TV shows, but some include names or are catch-phrases to make it easier. ( Read more... ) | | Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 | | 11:12 pm |
| | 10:03 pm |
HD fic update notes, blah
Happy Days fic is almost finished. It has three scenes left, the final which will be Fonzie/Richie. I've altered my thoughts on how I am going to finish it, so I'm going to warn ahead of time here, it'll be dubious consent (on Richie's part). In fact, I almost feel I should warn for more than that, given the situation I'm putting them in. But as it's not actually going to be sex, I'll let it be. | | 10:46 am |
You can't handle the tooth.
My teeth hurt. I know the reason, though; a while back a dentist screwed them the heck up. I know this is probably going to make people go 'pfft, dentist-phobia, huh?' but I'm not actually scared of the dentist. No, this dude just managed to mangle my teeth. How so? Well, I got to go to the dentist for free (school program) and I had two teeth that needed looked at (needed fillings). Well, one tooth came out okay; I'd lost a part of that tooth somehow, and it got filled in, and that one was hunky dory. The other one the filling came out of within three days, but it didn't hurt or anything and the dentist was free, so whatever. The weird part? He drilled two side teeth that didn't need fixing (no kidding; he told me what he wanted to do) down to the nerve, basically, all the way across, about a fourth of each tooth total. Then he filled them in. And then, still within three days, the fillings fell out. So now a the nerve is pretty much exposed on two teeth, so that it hurts if I brush them wrong, and it makes my entire mouth numb if I breathe wrong. Oh, and the dentist wore a mask with a bunny face on it. And had sausage fingers. | | Monday, July 21st, 2008 | | 9:25 pm |
| | 6:13 pm |
Happy Days fic; 3198 words
Notes: New part above the cut. Important for this part is: 'Tell Your Children' was the original name for 'Reefer Madness' (changed in the '70's). Also, I'm including Chuck Cunningham, Richie's disappearing brother, just for kicks. I also just realized that if I post this anywhere, my notes might wind up being longer than the story. ( Read more... )Potsie nods, “That’s it. Hey, Richie, you going to the sock hop Saturday?” “I can’t, I’m grounded. Besides, Chuck’s coming up to visit this weekend; I’d probably have to hang around the house anyway.” Richie shrugs loosely. Fonzie, becoming bored of the conversation, puts a hand on both Potsie and Richie’s backs and escorts them out of his office. They respond simultaneously with a ‘See you, Fonz,’ half of it said after the door shuts, and continue talking. “You can’t miss out, Rich! This is going to be the social event of the season!” “I thought that was the Chuck Berry concert.” “It was! Now this is. Know why?” Richie shakes his head, just barely tolerating Potsie‘s enthusiasm. “You know Beverly Andrews?” “Oh, sure. She’s nice.” “Nice!” Potsie, almost falling with fake shock, grabs Richie dramatically for support. He recollects himself with some effort. “Boy, have you got a lot to learn. She digs tough guys, Rich.” “So?” “So? She wants to go with you!” Ralph wanders over, being just enough of a spectator to the conversation to make Richie feel ashamed of his answer. “I can’t go.” “Sure you can!” Potsie insists happily, “Just sneak out. Ralph and I will pick you up, right Ralph?” Ralph pops a piece of gum in presumably affirmative response. “There! You see? It’s settled.” Potsie slaps Richie between the shoulder blades, grinning foolishly. “Pots, I can’t. I just can’t do anything crazy this weekend.” “Us, crazy?” Ralph exaggeratedly gestures to himself. “Please; I’ve seen ‘Tell Your Children’.” Richie grins appreciatively. Potsie sticks with his guns. Namely, he sticks with girls: “I hear she’ll go all the way to third on the first date!” Richie’s mouth goes dry and his hands get sweaty. He makes a few soundless attempts at speech, waving one hand wildly enough to look rather like a muted politician. He pushes past the lump in his throat with a cracking voice: “Well, I mean, m-maybe, just for an hour…”
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| | Sunday, July 20th, 2008 | | 11:27 pm |
Happy Days fic so far, 2871 words
Notes: It's weirdly hard to keep stuff family-oriented when dealing with a heavy subject, which I think 'Happy Days' in general is pretty good at, and I've been trying without success to imitate. The characterization for the topic is a bit rough,and for that matter I think the pacing's strange, but I'm trying. I've now gotten a timeline for this, however: This fic takes place in 1955--as it does so in the start of the series, and the characters stayed the same age for several seasons, so while this is set around season three, it's still '55; sorry for any confusion here. I actually have done a bit of research for this, so the original character's name is taken from popular names of the '30's, and Elvis' song did come out in '55 (apparently). The slang terms are from a '50's list, and I'm assuming it's accurate. Just in case you're curious. Oh, and for the OC phobic, he's mentioned by name but doesn't appear and never will. Also, importantly enough: any prejudice mentioned in this fic is based on the time/the characters and not my own. People have called me bigoted for less, and this post is public, so please don't be offended, F-list. AND, I love my scene breaks and think I stole them from someone. Hopefully this post counts as being more substantial than my last. ( Read more... ) | | 5:51 pm |
Hmm...watched all of season three of Happy Days. Did a report for homework. Can't post pictures because I can't find the wire to plug it into the computer. Happy Days fic now near 2800 words, though for characterization issues (after adding Potsie and Ralph, the characters took a turn for the worse) I'm not posting it here right now. Took a bath. I'm going to read another story to do another report on for yet more of my homework. Overall, this post was pointless. But I'm sure you figured that out before you got this far. I'll try to think of something more worthwhile later. Promise. | | Saturday, July 19th, 2008 | | 12:23 am |
Felt like skippin' ahead....
so part of a the porn-ish part that is to come in the Happy Days fic. “Fonz,” Richie murmurs in surprise. He feels his Adam’s apple bob against Fonzie’s lips. “You’ve done this before.” “This? Naw. But I figure, it don’t got to be the same model to be driven the same way.” “Oh--oh…” Richie becomes aware--half-aware, really-- without any ready-made response that he can remember, that Fonzie’s hand has most definitely gone down the front of his pants. “Y-yeah? You ought to…” His fingers clutch at Fonzie’s back, and is words come out breathless and rushed just so he can get them all out, “put that on the bathroom wall or something.” | | Friday, July 18th, 2008 | | 9:34 am |
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