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FW whatever day this is…

There’s so little of this chapter that I can share without completely spoiling it, but here’s a short out-of-context snippet.  From Cleaving, but referencing Bleary.

Chris took a deep breath.  “To get that feeling for Steve, that terror and exhilaration and sense of being almost sure you’re right and this kiss is welcome, but oh if you’re wrong it’s so, so bad.  To get all that, I was thinking of the first time I kissed you.  

“You were… man, you were just not hearing what I was trying to tell you, and I remember this moment, I could almost hear a voice in my head whispering ‘jump!’  So I did.  I leaned in like I’d wanted to a hundred times before, but had always not, and when our lips touched my stomach actually flipped like I was falling.   I poured everything I had into that kiss — everything that I didn’t seem to have words for… or maybe the words I had didn’t reach you.  And there was this horrible moment that lasted an eon when I was sure I’d made a terrible, terrible mistake.  And then, suddenly it wasn’t a mistake at all.  I wasn’t falling.  I was flying. And it was perfect.”

Six Sentence Sunday

From Cleaving:

“I just really hate Skype.”

Wait, what?  “What?”

“Skype.  I hate it.  After filming all day and finally getting some food and a shower, I hate seeing myself all green and from a strange angle looking literally ill in the corner of my laptop screen.  I always end up shifting around, trying to hold myself differently to make myself passable for… whoever I’m filming this for.”

“But we don’t care what you look like.  We just want to see you.”

“I know, I know, and I like seeing you guys, but after long filming
days, when I’m thinking literally for 14-16 hours about how my gait and
posture and expression are being captured by the camera, it’s just really
hard to turn it off.  And there’s no way for me to not look green and
tired and ill in that little camera in the laptop.  You still look good
green, maybe because I’m used to thinking you look hot as Spock, but I
really don’t.”

Stories Lost in the Void

tell me about your 3 favorite fic ideas that you’ve wanted to write but somehow didn’t do (or didn’t finish/ didn’t upload)

I was tagged by the very lovely @elisa-pie – thank you, sweets! 

Well, there are certainly more than 3, but I’ll try to keep it to the ones probably most interesting to Pinto/Trek fans.

Pinto Earthquake Disaster fic ala San Andreas.  Zach is in a meeting Arizona, about to take a helicopter ride to preview a bunch of mountainous locations for his upcoming action film with the director and assorted other actors, when the room shakes slightly.  Everyone freezes and looks confused, and then the secretary comes in and turns on a tv.  There’s been a massive earthquake in California, big enough to be felt in neighboring states.  Zach is just getting texts from Miles and his mom asking if he’s okay as he’s trying to text Chris and ask him the same, when the helicopter pilot comes in to cancel the flight; he’s been called in to do search and rescue.  Zach ignores his texts and asks to ride along.  He explains he has a friend whose phone doesn’t seem to be working, and he can’t stay away if he might be able to help.  The pilot tells him this is a bad idea, but relents when Zach says he’s going one way or another, and would rather get there early enough to do good.  Luckily, he knows the lunch meeting Chris should be at (because they’ve been talking on the phone as friends a lot lately), and off he goes, into danger, because he can’t just let Chris face his fate alone.  I have some other plot points worked out, but there are some major things still undecided (like would I set it in LA or SF…I know the latter much better).  Every so often a scene will flit across my mind, but there’s a lot to work out before I start writing, if ever.

Ending for Home.  Way back in May of 2009, the lovely Lanaea first published this fantastic Spirk story called Home.  It was brilliant, and she apparently updated weekly, until in August 2009, she just stopped.  It seems like she’s okay, just had an abrupt reevaluation of how she was spending her time.  It was my gateway story into the fandom, and it KILLED me that it was unfinished.  So I tried.   I’ve actually written about 30k words to finish it, and am seriously just one or two scenes away, but indecision froze my progress and then I got sucked into Pinto and yeah.  It never happened.  It still might someday, but at this point it’s so canon divergent I’m not sure who would want to read it.  It does have Kirk in adapted Vulcan Robes during a certain ceremony… and I keep thinking that if I ever were to publish it I might actually try to find an artist to illustrate that scene.

More of Compromised.  This was only ever intended to be a oneshot, but I had enough people mention in comments that they’d like more that I actually considered trying to continue it, either fleshing out the pain of Spock losing his homeworld, deciding whether to leave starfleet, getting mind healed, etc, or as a series of shorts jumping forward in time, but dealing with really emotional stuff.  If I did the latter, though, it would feel like I’d have to do Kirk’s death, and many people have already done that better than I probably could.  So for now it stands as a oneshot, but I might flesh it out after Cleaving is finished if I ever get more than two thoughts together on the thing.

Hmmm.  I don’t know who’s done this already, but I’ll tag @moitmiller, @shards-of-divinity, @suedescripture, @loves-pie, @mightymads, and @captainkatieb.  If you’ve already done it, don’t sweat it.  If you haven’t been tagged and want to do it, pretend that you were going to be my 7th tag and go for it 😉

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers (◠‿◠✿)

Wow, this is a bit scary, but okay.  Let’s see…in no particular order…

Compromised.  AOS.  A short Star Trek fic taking place after the Narada has been destroyed and before they’re all back on earth.  Basically my version of how Spock realized that Jim Kirk was His Captain, no matter where they might serve in the future.  I also tried something stylistically, where we only see things sort of numbly through Spock’s mind for the first 2/3 and then Kirk’s dialog cuts through it.  It was fun to play with.  Also, I made many people cry, apparently.

A Bleary, Hopeful Shade of Blue.  Pinto.  Remember that instagram picture of Zach holding a baby that looked just like him?  Well this happened.  And I’m still writing it, if you count the other fics in the ‘verse…tho I think this will be the last one.

Prelude in C.  Twilight prequel (Carlisle, Edward, Esme).  This is a novel, actually.  240k words.  The story of how Carlisle goes from being a solitary, somewhat self-loathing creature to the head of a family… because I though that transition must be interesting to explore.  Music was basically a 4th main character, and I’m sad that my old playlist is dead.  I started cleaning it up and transferring it to AO3, with historic photos and music links, but then got distracted by Spirk.  So please excuse the very messy, anti-multimedia world of ffn.

Assumptions/Revelations.  Pinto.  For the kinkmeme.  These are really one story. A kinkier version of the boys, without so much angst or baby vomit.  It was fun to write.  Also, remember where we left the boys in Weight of a Gaze, with Chris dangling blindfolded and naked from the ceiling and guests about to be invited into the room?  I keep wondering if that’s not a mean place to leave him.  Maybe he’s cold…

“What Spring Does…”  Pinto.  I have a thing for the poetry fics.  This is my very short, very porny entry to the genre, inspired by an overheard tumblr conversation.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

I started the next chapter…finally.

“What’s this?” Chris asked, frowning at the phone.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been asking myself these last two weeks.”

Chris’ brow furrowed as he looked at Zach and then reached for the phone, hunching a little as took it and pulled it pulled it toward his face.  Zach watched as Chris dragged his fingers apart against the screen, zooming in.  And whatever spectrum of reactions Zach had prepared himself for — defensiveness, anger, guilt, pleading — this confused, pondering silence wasn’t among them.

“It’s me and Gal.”  It was almost a question, the way Chris’ voice lilted up at the end.  Almost, but not quite.

“I’d gotten that far on my own, actually.”

Chris looked up, seemingly surprised at the acid in Zach’s voice.  After a moment he ducked his head to study the photo again, zooming back out and examining the surroundings. Because somehow that was more important than the fucking kiss.

Zach took a deep breath and tried to reign in his emotions.  Sarcasm wasn’t going to help in this conversation, but Zach felt raw and nearly as exhausted as Chris still looked, and if Chris was playing innocent with him—

“This isn’t our set, though,” Chris added as if he were trying to think it through… as if he couldn’t place the memory of kissing someone else.

“You’re not shooting,” Zach said, his voice cracking less than he’d expected.  “There are no lights.  No cameras.”  Just action.  

Chapter four fucking KILLED ME! I loooooooved it! I think it might be my favorite bleary verse chapter ever?? You’re awesome! I love Zach in it so much! And chris! All of it, everything. Gah! I’m incoherent with glee

Wow, that’s awesome!  I definitely held onto it too long, because by the end I couldn’t tell if it was working well or not.  So glad to hear you enjoyed it (if having something kill you can properly be described as “enjoyment”).  I for one am really looking forward to writing the next scene.

     First lines:

     “What’s this?” Chris asked.

     “That’s the very question I’ve been asking myself for the last few weeks.”

Thanks so much for reading and letting me know what you thought!