Fandom: Generation Kill
Word Count: 7800
Summary: Bravo platoon as a fraternity.
Notes: For everybody who asked me to write this, don't say I never did anything for you. Thank you much to oxoniensis for the beta and to amberlynne for audiencing all of my madness. A lot of the details about Cornell were taken from Matt Ruff's Fool on a Hill. I now know more about Cornell's meal plan than I would ever care to know.
( Drunken shenanigans this way. )
Fandom: Generation Kill
Word Count: 4900
Summary: Brad falls in love with a girl. Turns out she's a man by day.
Notes: This is from kashmir1's prompt in the snippet party here. It ballooned into nearly 5000 words and no way was I going to split that up into comments.
( Epic genderswap is sold here. )
Consider a hypothetical algorithm that looked at video camera images from a cop car and advised the cop how to treat the person based on how they were driving, type of car, etc. If it turns out that cops are advised to be extra alert for people who turn out to be from a certain racial group, that is interesting, but much less likely to be racist than if the cop just has a hunch. That's really the whole point of the book and I'm surprised he missed this.
Okay dude, there's a term for this, it's called statistical discrimination, and while it might allow us to make easier or faster predictions about people, it is unethical and more importantly unlawful in cases of racial profiling. You are an idiot.
If there was some way for me to send you a message about this on Amazon instead of making passive aggressive comments on my lj, I WOULD'VE.
ETA: Why do you not live in my part of California. You clearly do this just to hurt me.
I've been having so much trouble finishing my fics, so you know what that means? Gimme some prompts and I'll reply with snippets. Any fandom I've participated in, although only AU prompts for J2. You can even request bits from this crazy Gladiator fic that I will never finish below...
( He’s Suione. The man in the ring. Tall, with his blond hair shorn short. Nate doesn’t understand anything about the games, but he knows the Suione is good. He clips the Baktrian fighter in the jaw with the hilt of his sword and then dumps him in the sand. )
-More Winery!AU for pjvilar (from this story Here)
-Horrible First Date (from FBI!Nate/Cop!Brad 'verse) for amberlynne
-More Gladiator!Brad and Tribune!Nate for alethialia
-Sci-Fi AU: AI Brad for oxoniensis
-Brad/Nate, hottest day of the year for soul_cake_duck
-High School AU, Brad in military school for strangie
-More Gladiator!AU for melloniel
-Winery!AU: Brad's History for bijoux
-Brad/Nate Pre-Kuwait, Pre-Slash for jujubinha
-Brad/Nate, Cuddly Bear for tikiaceae
Fandom: Original Fic
Word Count: 1200
Summary: PWP het on a bed.
Notes: I wrote this for somebody who's going to remain nameless. See? I can write het.
( There are purpling bruises just above the flare of her ass that perfectly fit the first four fingers of his left hand. )
Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.
( She chose cherry blossoms, collecting jackets, honest tea, javelin in hand, male models, sequins, and the regency period for me. )
( I hate the words must-haves, but here are a few things you might like. )
Now I shall go back to watching Life on Mars. I just saw the episode with the two officers from Vietnam who were gay for each other, but uh, it ended badly.
I decided to draw hipster Jared and Jensen from my fic Made For Walking.
( Oh, high school boys... )
Tuesday January 26 Alexander the man (356-323 BC), the myth, the legend, the business man(?) and a decade that shook the world
For a moment there I could hear Jumper playing in the background. BUT it's all good. Turns out I only have a hundred pages. MANAGEABLE.
Urg urg urg.
Enter Sam, the uptight principal who is seven feet tall and dresses like he walked out of catalogue for old farty english professors. Dean totally thinks he has a stick up his ass. BUT when he gets him drunk and puts on Rush, a whole new, really effing hot side of Sam breaks out. And he kind of wants to fuck him. It's a problem, because he's always around Sam in the presence of like 28 school children. He still likes to play Telephone Line by ELO when Sam comes to visit the class, just to watch him shiver. And then shit happens, Dean technically kidnaps 28 school children and brings them to a bar. With alcohol and loose women.
But it's okay, because Dean is awesome. Somehow the story works out. It involves a daycare, and sex in the rain where everybody present is above the legal age, and a really bad band with a guy who used to be in RENT. Castiel decides to quit substitute teaching and join Dean in his daycare efforts. Sam will never stop wearing tweed pants.
Oh well. You can't have everything.
( Brad and Nate posing for Hugo Boss... )
ITS freaked me out last night. They keep doing these alert things and I answered the phone without looking at the number and the electronic voice sounded like I would expect a serial killer to sound. They've been really serious about that this year ever since Annie Le was killed. A few weeks ago I was out walking and all of a sudden everybody on crosscampus pulled their phones out at the exact same moment. It reminded me really heavily of Equilibrium when the entire square full of people injected themselves with Prozium. It was just because ITS was sending out more test alerts, but still weird.
( And now for something completely different...I thought of trolleys when I saw this )
Word Count: 15,000
Summary: Dean, rather than Sam, gets disillusioned with hunting. So he enlists.
Notes: I've been working on this fic since early July. Would you believe I watched Generation Kill for research? I seem to have gotten somewhat distracted. That said, I had to play rather fast and loose with actual events (both canon and real life) to make this work. Hopefully the end result is worth it. Thank you so much to rosekay, who is the best beta a girl could ask for.
( Part 2 )