Ahahaha the beta queue.

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rheakurokawa tagged us for that WIP meme, which asks you to post a sentence from "as many of your WIPs as you want", only we had nothing better to do, clearly, so we made it whole paragraphs and "all of them" (in no particular order):


THE ONE ABOUT BOBBI AND JIM
Once she tosses magazines onto the bed and opens one up excitedly. "What do you think, baby boy? Am I an autumn or a summer? There's a quiz. Come on, you read it to me and I'll answer, then you can add the numbers up and let me know which." He stares incomprehensibly at her and her lips purse, and she snaps, "You know how to read, don't you?" Jim just keeps staring, until she rolls her eyes and says, "Oh good lord," and shoves all the magazines at him. "Even retards know how to read."


ODESSA (ONLY ACTUALLY IT'S COYOTE SANDS OR SOMETHING)
It's a particular flaw of Peter's that he imagines that this is perhaps the first, or second time that what Nathan's done isn't easily smoothed over with a touch, a smile, a semi-formed apology that's worded carefully to mean: Sorry I upset you (but we all know how you get). Nathan's not sure who he hates more right now, himself or Peter. Together, they should be stronger rather than weaker, but that's not often the case.


THE OBLIGATORY 'I AM BECOME DEATH' FIC
"Molly's good. She says she misses you."

"Hmm," Mohinder says, from the far end of the room. Peter waits, but he doesn't say anything more so he picks up a paintbrush instead, concentrates on forming a picture on the blank canvas in front of him. Being blind and singularly focused on one narrow thing that's made up of colors and light doesn't make him comfortable, but maybe that's another reason why he likes to paint here: Mohinder at least, or whatever's left of him, is still on his side.

He frowns when he sees the completed painting, at what it implies. All paths, leading to the same place eventually. "Boom," Mohinder says, and he sounds almost gleeful. "Everything falls apart."


THE (ONLY) ONE THAT'S NOT BY CM, IN THAT IT IS A MERLIN/DISCWORLD CROSSOVER
He looked at Hex. The ants were milling about almost peacefully now, but there was a slight air of restless tension surrounding them, which was odd. A collection of glass tubes and wood and stuffed toys, no matter how intricate, shouldn't have been able to look tense. Merlin stepped closer. He was almost sure the ants were looking at him. Feeling very very stupid, he laid a tentative hand on the panel of lettered blocks in front of him and, almost as an afterthought, stroked the warm wood with his thumb. A faint sound drifted up from somewhere within the maze of tubes. It sounded like nothing Merlin had ever heard before, like a flower unfolding its petals one by one or like the twinkling waters of a stream in spring, only more so.

Adrian stared. "That's new."

"I think," Ponder said carefully, "Hex likes you."


HEIDI/PETER JUST BECAUSE
The next morning she'd realize that their entire conversation, right up to the point where she leaned forward and kissed him, first on the cheek and then when he turned his head, his lips, had been about Nathan. But now they were just kissing, slow and tentative, his hand on the back of her head and hers pressed against his chest. She'd always resented Peter, just that little bit, because she knew in the end Nathan would put him first. Over his parents. Over her, over Simon and Monty, even. She smiled at him when she pulled away, and Peter looked flushed and embarrassed, "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean."


THE ONE IN WHICH NATHAN AND PETER ARE VAMPIRES
Peter's a paramedic and his brother's been missing for four years. That is, in fact, the entirety of who he is. He has a mother he rarely calls and an on-again off-again girlfriend that can tell him to fuck off in five different sign languages, and his brother has been missing for four years. No letter, no forwarding address, no phonecall in the middle of the night just to say he's okay, he's alive and he's coming home soon. His mother packs boxes of Nathan's things but doesn't sell the house, even when Heidi takes the kids and leaves. Peter just waits for Nathan to come home.


THE BROTHERS BLOOM, PRE-MOVIE
"It's a false perception," the Curator says, "That the diamond is rare. They're not even forever. They can be shattered, discolored, chipped, or sometimes even turned to ash. It's a corporate hoodwink on a global scale. You have to admire them, in a way." They're perched on a wall near the Kremlin, waiting for the mark to emerge with a very convincing looking fifty carat blue diamond, the likes of which the world has never seen before. Possibly because there is no such diamond in the world, just a very beautiful but more or less worthless glass crystal.


THE ONE IN WHICH NATHAN IS THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD, IN A WAY
Once, Nathan wakes up from sleep and Peter is sitting there watching him, gun loose in his hand. The weapon is useless on either one of them, but Nathan doesn't ask him where he's been or who he's used it against. Peter likes shooting, even though his power at this point is far more efficient than any gun could hope to be. Even though at this point they have people to do most of the dirty work for them, and all they need do is supervise. But Peter enjoys getting his hands dirty. Enjoys coming into Nathan's room at night, smelling of blood and death, displaying himself like a gift. Still wanting Nathan's approval, despite it all.


LEONARD/SHELDON BECAUSE IT MAKES SENSE
He's sick once, and Sheldon comes into his room, stares at him for a while, and Leonard thinks he wants to say something, but he seems to be at a loss for words, which is impossible because Sheldon is never at a loss for words, and then finally he seems to come to some kind of decision, and he sits uncomfortably at the edge of Leonard's bed. "I could sing Soft Kitty to you if you'd like. I know it will make you feel better."

"It will?"

"Yes." His hand is on Leonard's arm, suddenly, and it's strange, Sheldon's hand on his arm, while he's sick. Sheldon's hand on his arm, period.


THE OTHER ONE ABOUT BOBBI AND JIM
Bobbi's fingers press down on his face, her nails crescents that he can feel. Not sharp enough to break the skin, Bobbi's never hurt him like that, and when he dares to glance over at her her face is sharp, contemplative, but also just a little bit betrayed. Jim has to remind himself, once, he'd enjoyed their little excursions, how her eyes would light up when he came back to her, adrenaline like fire through his veins and money stuffed into his back pockets. He'd hand the notes over to her and she'd hug him tightly, say proudly, "You and me, baby. Always." Back then, she seemed so tall and smart and beautiful, and, even with Daddy, always knew how to get her own way.


CLAIRE/RENE/APOCALYPSE
"Weather control, that would be a good one," she tells René. They play this game, or rather she plays it and he listens, where she invents powers that she would like to have, or assumes that someone out there probably has, and how said power is probably far more useful than what she has.

"Regeneration," René answered once, the only time he ever did. She laughed, and nodded her head. Acknowledged that it was true, somewhat. Not being able to die, that was always an advantage.


THE ONE THAT'S ALL ABOUT PETER, BY WHICH WE MEAN PETER/NATHAN
When Peter was eleven, he was kidnapped while being driven home from school, and held for ransom for thirty-six hours. He doesn't remember much of it, only that as he was being brought out of the house he'd been held in, he kept asking the man who was carrying him for Nathan, and believing from the bottom of his heart that his savior had been sent by Nathan and no-one else. He also remembers being delivered directly into his brother's arms, and Nathan refusing to let him go for the longest time, even as Mom crowded around them and Dad frowned as if he was annoyed at the inconvenience of the whole matter. Nathan kept smoothing Peter's hair down, and kissing him on the cheek, as if he couldn't believe that Peter was real, was there, and Peter had never felt more safe.


FUCK YOU WHITE COLLAR WE'LL JUST WRITE OUR OWN DAMNED DIANA FIC
At Brown she majored in Economics and minored in Accounts. At some point she put her hair in dreadlocks and refused to eat meat or wear any kind of animal product on her person. Unfortunately, the first girl she fell in love with, and the fourth girl she'd taken to bed, was a leather-wearing hot-rod owning arts major who painted abstract murals twice as big as she was and chain-smoked on a regular basis. Her name was Erin and she was also the first girl that broke her heart when she dropped out to run off with a guitarist from Jersey.

Diana dropped the dreads, kept the leather jacket Erin had left behind, and tossed everything else. She was nineteen and she hadn't made up her mind just yet, but she was getting there.


THE ONE ABOUT SYLAR!NATHAN
Once, when he wakes up, all he can think about is that his bedside clock is two minutes too fast, and not just that, but it's broken, and it will always go two minutes too fast, unless he fixes it. Not that he wants to, or even that he knows how, but it's compelling, and he can't do anything but lie there and think about the clock and how much it bothers him, and in the end he just picks up the damned thing and throws it against the nearest wall, watches as it shatters and falls to the floor in pieces.


THE ONE WHERE KANYE WEST IS A SUPERHERO
Listen, listen: this is what Kanye West can do.

He can change your life.

Sure, you can say - Late Registration is your favorite album and maybe you had an epiphany about your future while listening to All Falls Down for the fiftieth time, and maybe you even secretly love 808s & Heartbreak and somehow you feel it doesn't mean that you endorse autotune as a concept, just that it's Kanye West and Heartless was a sick song and have you seen the video, come on.

But that's nothing.

No, not nothing - that's music, and music's everything sometimes. But Kanye West, musician, designer, poet, superhero, he can literally change your life.

All you have to do is listen.

Kanye says, "I'mma let you finish" but what he really means is:

Sit down, and shut up, and pay attention because I am wisdom, I am the truth, I am the almighty dressed in all white and here to impart knowledge on your glycerin filled, powder-puff coated, coke-addled, self-obsessed brain.

And then you can go right back to yammering about nothing.

Comments

[47-trek-47.livejournal.com]

These all sound awesome, but I have to say a particular yes to:

- Anything about Bobbi/Profit. Yesssssssss please.

- Peter/Nathan VAMPIRES. YES.

- The one about Peter (ie Peter/Nathan). History fiiiiiiic. *nibbles it*

PS I have been watching Being Human and it is adorable, but George is a bit whiny. *whacks him upside the head with a rolled-up newspaper* Oh, and the bad vampire guy saying to Mitchell that they'd get his "little dog, too" was PRICELESS. Mmm, slashy subtext. *also nibbles that*

PPS Hah! To Emma telling Peter to fuck off in five different (sign) languages. <3

[mumblemutter.livejournal.com]

bobbi/jim <--totally my canon incestuous otp! ur, i mean that in a...well there's no other way to mean that. BUT THE SHOW DID IT FIRST SO THERE.

the vampire fic! will be finished...at some point. idk it is ridic and stupid. *pouts*

PS omg george! he um, yes that's a bit what he does! BUT! he is also kind of awesome in many ways...when he is not whining, and i love that every other vampire on the show comes up with interesting ways to insult him! best thing ever! HOW AWESOME IS ANNIE? SHE IS SO AWESOME OMG.

you should finish watching and write me threesome fic yeeees! <3

[47-trek-47.livejournal.com]

Duuuuude, that icon makes me sad. :(

Heh, yes. Adrian Pasdar has a... pattern. Or something. lol Ah, Bobbi/Jim. My favorite moment was when she snapped the belt at him and he just looked vaguely pleased. :)

Vampire AU's are SUPPOSED to be ridic and stupid! THAT'S WHAT MAKES THEM AWESOME. Also, the biting.

[mumblemutter.livejournal.com]

oh don't be sad, it's my favorite icon EVER because haha future!peter kills present!nathan and present!peter kills future!nathan. i fully believe the extent of the end of s3 and all the way through to s4 is nathan STILL BEING PISSED OFF that any version of his brother could shoot him. like, his baby bro/boyfriend! it's the only explanation that makes sense.

i love that scene omg! other favorites include the one where he frames her face with his gloved hands while she's sitting on the couch, and when he slams her against the wall and she pulls his hair and - like, i don't know if the writers were aware that if jimmy burnt down his dad when he was fifteen the sexual relationship had to have started earlier? but i mean i'm assuming they did and like, WAY TO GO THERE, SHOW. TWO THUMBS UP.

YES YES. THEY WILL STAND AROUND BEING BEAUTIFUL AND IMMORTAL AND GAZING DEEPLY INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES WHILE PONDERING ENDLESS LIFE. \o/ ...that's about all i have, really.

[47-trek-47.livejournal.com]

If Nathan turns Peter, I will die of guh, I swear. And that's a good thing. ;)

And I agree, I think a LOT of volumes 3&4 had to do with Nathan being pissed off at Peter for killing him (well, I think it also has a lot to do with Arthur reopening the rift that Arthur always created between them). Because Nathan's one of the only people who doesn't seem to differentiate between F!Peter and P!Peter. It's all just Peter to him, and therefore, Peter killed him... and he really does not approve of that. Nor should he!

[mumblemutter.livejournal.com]

...he actually does. which i felt was the only way to go. \o/

haha i'm so amused by angela storming in going "WHERE IS MY SON!" and "GIVE ME MY SON BACK!" he's right there, angela. RIGHT THERE. as if the future she and linderman were planning where peter blew up NYC wouldn't result in the exact same peter. hey angela, your fault, both your sons are entirely messed up! i find the arthur thing so weird. like, at one point nathan was furious at arthur - i don't know, maybe he went to arthur's side just to tell arthur "i'm taking over now you can leave, bye!" because he's got issues.