{ignorance is never an excuse}

  • Mar. 10th, 2008 at 10:48 PM
lookslikelove: (vm.these are the days of youth & glory)
Before I get started I am going to warn that I not only have I apparently found my high horse (and ridden in on it), but I have no intentions of getting off it in the next moment or two. This post will not be friends locked so if you want to spread the link, feel free to do so [however, if I get flamed or anything, I am shutting it down, stat].

I just have to say.

NOTE: BEHIND THE CUT IS A DISCUSSION OF THINGS OF A SENSITIVE NATURE. DO NOT CLICK IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH ANY OF THE FOLLOWING: RAPE/SEXUAL ASSUALT, RAPE CULTURE, PROSTITUTION, FEMINISM, AND VARIOUS RELATED THINGS. THANK YOU.

rape is an act of violence, an assertion of power by one individual over an another through force. )
I remember. Do you?

{growing up is harder than rock&roll}

  • Jan. 22nd, 2008 at 3:08 PM
lookslikelove: (ja.here i dreamt i was a spaniard)
I started out rewriting a fairytale. It wasn't/isn't going how I want, so I'll come back to it, because I want to continue it. I just need time. Instead, I wrote this (and I ate some mac & cheese, but really this is in competition to be cooler).

gonna to be rockstars

saving the world, one film reference at a time )

[book of presidents deceased]

  • Oct. 31st, 2007 at 12:26 PM
lookslikelove: ([film] quite the femme de soldat)
NaNo starts tomorrow and in my madness I'm doing it.

For those who might be interested in reading it as I plan on posting my madness (oh what funtimes it'll be...I also have the piece that I'm basing it off of, up there as well), everything is located at [livejournal.com profile] bodiesburnup because Bodies Burn Up, is the title of it.

(Why? Because of the riff, "our hearts get bigger, but our bodies burn up". It'll make sense I promise. Go on. Click it.)

And now, back to my Overzee panels.

[keeps moving]

  • Jul. 22nd, 2007 at 4:04 AM
lookslikelove: ([people] dreams of plains of africa)
i wrote post-deathly hallows fic. yes i know. i did it anyways. this is just the first one, but i can't post the other two as i sobbed so hard while writing them, they're going up later.

missed the sun (for [livejournal.com profile] orlanstamos)

YOUR BOY IS LIKE A MEMORY
WITH SOME SENSE OF TOUCH AND A MELODY
YOUR GIRL SHE'S A RENEGADE
A HURRICANE THAT KEEPS YOU THERE, SAFE


in our darkest hour )

[cue the credits roll the sound]

  • Jun. 24th, 2007 at 4:14 PM
lookslikelove: ([tv] up to you sally sparrow)
(sometimes, i smoke the really good crack. and sometimes, [livejournal.com profile] belle_bing smokes it with me.)

THE THEORIES. CRACKED, UNCRACKED, RAW, BOILED, AND LIKE GOOD POTATOES (MAYBE AN EGG OR TWO) ON TIME LORDS IN NEW WHO.

Warning: Spoilers abound all the way through Series 3, Episode 12 ("The Sound of Drums") and then for some of the audios as well (namely Gallifrey, though less so); so don't click the cut if you don't want to get spoiled.

and now for the actual text of the matter )

In other, still dorky things. I want a sally sparrow header. Cause she's crazy adorable like that. mm, yes.

[a public service announcement]

  • Jun. 14th, 2007 at 5:03 PM
lookslikelove: ([stock] nice view)


Remember that you are never lost. Just sometimes, the road bends when you weren't planning on it, or there is a detour that wasn't on the map, but no matter what the journey, you will always get to where you are meant to be.

[bsg meta.searching out and searching in]

  • Mar. 26th, 2007 at 10:07 AM
lookslikelove: ([tv] are you there gods?)
Nothing says "Hello Monday!" Like "mm. BSG Meta".

Parallels and Non-Conformities: Or How This Has Really All Been Done Before.
An Essayish Thing On the Sheer Awesome of the Historicalness of Battlestar Galactica


And because I have no idea what is or is not a spoiler and what might spew forth from my mouth fingertips...

everything is behind an el-jay cut. )

[melt your heart, through pieces of stone]

  • Mar. 14th, 2007 at 1:35 PM
lookslikelove: ([people] my darling dark one)
cracks and lines
written for [livejournal.com profile] orlanstamos, because hell is not just a sauna (and neither is finals week). also, andy came back, which makes us all very happy. noisy headvoices.

And we've lost the people we could've loved in you
What you know you have or what you think you want
It's never perfect
It's bound to melt your heart
One way or another

numbers are things for people who don't need words )

[after the bombs]

  • Mar. 2nd, 2007 at 2:28 PM
lookslikelove: ([fashion] touch me touch me touch me)
Not anything written from suggestion (though those will come), but last night I was given, Arthur Miller inspired smut. Sort of.


We grip at our hands
We hold just a little tight
After the bombs
After the bombs subside

then we'll go dancing... )

[never grow up, never grow old]

  • Mar. 1st, 2007 at 6:03 PM
lookslikelove: ([tv] oh my darling boys)
Since I am looking a month of 5hour rehearsals and there is only so much studying/blocking notes/line notes I can take before I stab someone or go insane I have a request for my flist.

    Prompts/Reqests
    Give me prompts. Pairings, ideas, suggestions, situations, anything and I'll write it and post what I come up with. Five things are good, but it doesn't have to be strictly that. I'm open to whatever. Fandoms I can do/have done include NP, TR, TBD, DW, HP, SGA, BSG, KA, The Office, VMars, Greys, House (clearly, I need to get out fandoms that can be abbrev.), but I can do OCs and am pretty much willing to try anything [re: the times I've written P&P]. Seriously. I'm that desperate.

[as we ride along...]

  • Feb. 2nd, 2007 at 11:36 AM
lookslikelove: ([quote] canon incest)
A Friday Crack!Essay (would that be a Cressay?) to get the weekend rolling. Also to suit all your fandom needs

Age and/or Genetic Relation and/or Time Travel/Vortexes and/or Anything Else Can't Stop Our Love!:
An Essay on Loving the One You Love When Social Mores Say "Ew That's Gross"


Written of course by me, Lina, [livejournal.com profile] echochaser9 [just in case you have NO IDEA where you are right now] and loving dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] ohh_calamity. And for the record, I'll probably be spoiling...someone, on something, so be warned.


Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

We have a boy. Boy meets girl1. To say boy "meets" girl is figurative, he doesn't have to actually meet her meet her, he can just see a hologram of her to be totally hooked, swooning even, and she could have only said nine words2. But I digress.

The aforementioned boy has the hots for the girl (or perhaps it's a girl who loves a boy, let's not be genderstereotyping here), but we get ourselves to the point where Wooing must occur. So Wooing occurs. Flowers are bought, romantic gestures performed, mariachi bands are hired, lives are saved using alien powers, vampires are slayed, souls won/lost, Death Stars are destroyed, capes are worn and general sillyness, cheesiness and chaos occurs.

At last, the Couple is united.

And they're disgustingly cute. But don't worry, Fate won't let be together, that's not conduscive to ratings and marketing strageties. Plus, a bleeding heart and angsty fangirl is a fangirl who keeps watching as she hopes that they'll ride off into the sunset.

So The Powers That Be converge to divine a way to break up our Beloveds.

How Dare They.

There are a number of a ways in which they can do this, but let's run through the short this:
    x Age
      Suddenly one character of the Beloveds becomes WAY younger than she/he used to be. Age, while figuratively and mathematically speaking is really just a number, socially is kind of squicky when craddle robbing becomes an issue. It's also a problem when you're Jossed and she's suddenly 2 years younger and now 17 years younger than he is, as opposed to fifteen....whoops.

    x Genetics!
      Oh no! Not incest! Yep, suddenly, the beloveds become...family? And no, we're not talking about a quick shotgun wedding here, we're talking about relations. They could be anything, cousins, half siblings, even uncle/niece. The possibilities are LIMITed. But nonetheless...kind of...weird.

    x Time
      Now this one is kind of weird, but funny regardless. What happens when time travel separates the soulmates? He was trying to save you by shoving you through the circle of rocks that brought accidentally together in the first place so that you can have his baby, despite the fact that now you have to live in 200 years in the future thinking he's dead3! What also could happen, is the fact that you're trapped in alternate dimension, running parallel to his, wherein he has to burn up a sun just to say goodbye, crying two of the wankiest tears known to man and you'll never see him again, but you get you're dead dad back as a bonus4! This is a possibility, wherein the choices are limitless. I could go on and on.

    x Mortal Enemies
      It kind of worked for Romeo & Juliet, if you discount the fact that it killed them. Everything is going swell and then you find out that Your One And Only is your Mortal Enemy. Damn You Fate. Chances are that he/she is another species and/or a warring family. How's that for sorry odds? Should've asked for ID.

    x The Other Species/Secret Identity Thing.
      Alien/Werewolf/Batman/Whatever. It won't work because one of you has something to hide. And that something? Is HUGE.

    x A Destiny.
      One of you has a Pre-Written Destiny. And Unfortunately, it does not include your Woobie.


Here we are. With our renegades. If you're trying to soundtrack this, I suggest Styx's Renegade5, for prime enjoyment. They just won't give up. Love will find a way.

Because it breaks all boundaries. So that's where the shippers come in. There are shipper wars. The writers try to fight them Fate, because these kids just want to be together. It's so Right yet so Wrong. Society says they shouldn't, they mustn't, that it's just not cool. Yet the next thing they know, they're doing it in back alleys, dark corners, broom closets, attics, cemeteries, everything thing they think is "secret".

Society Can't Stop Them. Nor Can Social Norms.

And boy, do we eat that stuff up. Now most of the afformentiated problems can be fixed (via fanfic), or covered in the "angst is just too good to pass up" category. You just have to hope that the show isn't cancelled, the film doesn't end, and everything doesn't go to pot before the couple gets broken up/back together. Otherwise you're screwed (all while they're not). Love lifts us up where we belong.

Now, should you find yourself in a situation like this in RL6, start to question things. Do you have cameras following you? Is your name something cute and abbreviated? Do you have a crush on the boy/girl next door/bad boy/loner type? Are you adopted and possess secret powers? Because if the answer is yes. Then....yes, your life is scripted. And we are watching and shipping you. And yes, you are pretty much emotionally screwed.

Sorry. But You're Love is Doomed, and We Love It. Society Doesn't, but Try, Try Anyways.

You can do it. I promise you can do it.

And remember, when you and the one you love runaway, go for the beat up old pick up truck.

1. Girl is just a metaphor in this case. It doesn't actually have to a girl girl, it can be a) a boy, b) a robot, or c) pretty much anything. I'm not trying to instill a bias. I'm just using a cliché.
2. "Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope."
3. I swear to God, I'm not making this one up. Really, I'm good, but I'm not that good.
4. Fucking RTD.
5. Which I don't have, but REALLY want. Damn you iPot for failing me.
6. Real Life

[shapes of painted things]

  • Jan. 21st, 2007 at 1:35 PM
lookslikelove: ([stock] angels on a subway)
It is in the darkest hours, those just before dawn, before waking, that the dreams he would rather not ask for come.

These are the dreams he always remembers. These are the dreams of things he’s not quite certain he’s forgotten.

How she laughed, her face pressed up against the smooth glass of a window, scrunched and wrinkled, that time she had him stand in the park at night with his eyes closed and promise not to open them. A memory of her in wings, looking like a street corner angel, dreams of how her hair smelled and how she would clench and unclench her fists when angry. The appendix scar that she referred to in a funny way, how she had funny names for everything. Socks on her hands, the long silver and green earrings.

Hundreds of blurred images in dreams.

The alarm beeps, quieter at first, then louder and louder, a throbbing interruption in his ear and for a long while he isn’t sure if it is him beeping, ready to explode or something else. Whatever it is, it evaporates the instant he slams his palm against the clock, and for a moment he just lays there.

A slow, soft brush of a hand across his cheek. A gentle kiss. His heart accelerates, and he slowly opens an eye, peering the direction of the touches. It’s her, staring at him, half-clad in a too big shirt and socks that don’t match, but he’s certain they never did.

“I’m already gone,” she says, smiling at him and brushing the hair from his eyes.

And she’s right.

the faraway girl and such strange things

  • Nov. 28th, 2006 at 1:28 PM
lookslikelove: (Mischievous Meda :: fashion)
The start of something probably a lot bigger. Because I like to play with older things.


boring, brown shoes )
lookslikelove: (Interesting:: Decemberist)
It slips off the tongue, a fallacy, a half true; the fiction that is her identity, a new name for a place that no longer exists. A world that has risen from the ashes of the old world, the new age that has dawned. It’s a new skin, a cloak that protects her and reeks of old, of the dead, and she can smell it on her, that death and decay, but now it doesn’t matter.

For now she lies.

It drips off her tongue and it’s amazing how easy that first time is. How little effort it takes to break free, to forget when she can simply ignore the memories (there are no artifacts to stare her in the face, to remind her). A deep breath, a collected smile, simple, almost sweet, as if it remembers what it was like before the rain burned and sizzled on the pavement and the earth was dead.

“What’s your name?”

A very simple question.

She smiles, turns her face away for a moment, almost coyly, a flicker of a put upon blush on her face as she tucks a hair behind her ear and bites her lip. She looks up again, and the fateful word just flies out of her mouth and it amazes even her.

“Eve. My name is Eve.”

No. It’s not. My name is Laura. It’s always been Laura, it was my grandmother’s name; I don’t know who this Eve is.

He smiles, satisfied, and the rain continues to sizzle on the broken earth, poison to everything it touches, a danger to them all.

“Well, Eve, you’re in luck. I’m Adam.”