Distracted By Something Shiny

Saw one of those memes going around - “Post the first line/paragraph of your last 20 fics.” I never post in the order that I write - my organization is mayhem - but I have this folder of finished fics that are just waiting for a final read-thru and some header info and I happen to have 20 fics in there, so that’s where I’m pulling these lines from. Eventually, I might get around to posting the stories themselves!

Jared was a pretty good roommate, Jensen had to admit that. He hung up his bathroom towels and rinsed off his dirty dishes and most importantly, he took Jensen to parties that had liquor - the good kind, not the piss-water beer Jensen’s friends always served.

( 19 more under the cut! )

I may have had to re-read some of these as I was doing this meme. Like idk what it says about me, but I really like my own stories a lot. Have a go, if you like!

I kept meaning to get this all written up, just some numbers on my word counts for 2013. I actually kept track throughout the year because the previous year, when I added it all up, I realized I was just 750 words short from hitting 100k and there was no way I was going to let that happen again. Especially this time when I added it up at the 6-month mark and realized I had 50k exactly, I had to go for the big goal and get it done.

Fandoms Written In For 2013 - 15; Avengers, Buffy&Angel, Chicago Fire, Criminal Minds, CW RPS, The Hunger Games, Kitties!, Leverage, Lost Girl, Middle-Earth, Once Upon A Time, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Without A Trace & The X-Files.

New Fandoms Written In For 2013 - 6; Chicago Fire, Criminal Minds, Kitties!, The Hobbit, Lost Girl, and Once Upon A Time.

The Fandoms I Wrote The Most In For 2013 -
Buffy&Angel: 9,250 words.
CW RPS: 13,200 words.
Teen Wolf: 40,600 words.

Lowest Monthly Word Count - 4,000 words in November.
Highest Monthly Word Count - 14,000 words in July.

( Random Things About My 2013 Writing Under The Cut. )

Total Yearly Word Count - 101,200 words written in 2013!!

My goals for 2014 are to finish all of the WIPS in my writing folder. I’m on a mission! I have already finished one this year. Most importantly is to get that freaking Derek/Stiles fic finished! I’m thinking Teen Wolf will probably be the front-runner of word counts again, just in finishing that one fic. But I wonder what new fandoms will strike my fancy during 2014. Anyways, that’s 2013...onto the next!

Not going to get to fic recs tonight, nor do I have time now to watch the rest of the Tigers game I Tivoed earlier - because I had important traditional Easter things to do tonight.

My sister came home from the store this afternoon and was all, "So I bought us a present. A movie to watch, but it is a rather traditional Easter thing so I don't know if you will want to watch it."

I thought, 'Did she buy The Ten Commandments? I mean, I really like that movie - best thing about Sunday school was getting to watch that movie every year. But a little weird she picked it up at the store.'

Then she pulls something out of her bag and OMG - BATTLE: LOS ANGELES!! Awesome. She said it was to add to my triangle off awesome fun comfort movies. So now it isn't just Jurassic Impact Day (the movie where alien dinosaurs come to earth riding a meteor) - It's Battle: Jurassic Impact Day (the movie where alien dinosaurs come to earth riding a meteor to land in Los Angeles!). Sounds awesome, right?

So we watched that tonight. I swear I am not a pussy or about to have my womanly time, but I cried anyways. It has the knack of hitting all those buttons that trigger my tears - with the impassioned speeches and whatnot. (like President Pullman and President Freeman in those other movies - those were their names, right?). I got all choked up during the hero moments and shit, and there a lot of hero moments in Battle: Los Angeles.

Anyways, tomorrow I have breakfast with some of the family and then a visit to my grandparents, so now I must go to sleep whilst thinking about this awesome idea I just had for Alien Apocalypse vs Leverage. You all go to sleep thinking about that too.

Here is some holiday art featuring Legolas!



Happy Easter, Ya'll!!!!

This weekend we did a rewatch of the extended editions of Lord of the Rings, one movie every night, so we literally just turned off the TV from watching Return of the King. I thought I would have so many thoughts for you all, but nothing inside me is coherent right now. I am afraid you will never get anything coherent and full from me when it comes to this subject matter - it is far too overwhelming.

There were the typical smart-mouth jokes from us all - mine including, "Oh, my mithril twink shirt! I must have forgotten to take it off after my night at the club." And when Aragorn went to his mother's grave, "Oh, look, he is praying to the Blue Lady," (which I lost my shit trying to get the words out because Dark Angel ruins everything). And the ever popular and infamous, "Gondor has no pants! Gondor needs no pants!" And, of course, all the bazillion jokes about what kind of conditioner Legolas uses on his hair.

And then there were all the memory lane trips - "Remember how Bean was afraid to fly in the helicopter and so walked up the mountain every day?" And, "Remember when Billy and Dom convinced Elijah that Tig was a real game?" And, "Remember how Viggo, the damn dirty hippie, convinced them all to sleep outside all night just to catch that shot of the sunrise?"

And, of course, all the crying. Happy tears, sad tears, tears of overwhelming emotion. When Boromir dies. When Theoden gives his speeches and recites his poem (the Red Dawn Speech always leaves me shaken to my very core). When Faramir's left-hand man dies (I have the best fic idea for this man but I don't know his name or if he even has a name). When Pippin sings for Denethor. When Aragorn gives his speech and looks back and says, "For Frodo." (and I love that Merry and Pip are the first ones to go running after him). So many things that hit me so hard.

But nothing compares to the flood of emotions that rip through me as when Sam says, "I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you," and then picks up Frodo and fucking carries him.

I just...I don't...I can't...there aren't words in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of Men for what I feel inside.

Middle-Earth is a song that warms me at the core of everything I have.

"I am glad to be with you, Samwise Gamgee, here at the end of all things."

Indeed.

The BFF just came in my room while I was typing this and I said, "I am making a post about all my feelings like a big giant girl." Her response, "Own it." So...I shall.

Ride now! Forth Eorlingas!