well then. let's do this thing.

[angelgazing]

In the course of a week I have given up the ghost of delicious and LJ. I can still be found across the board (including pinboard, but not tumblr, because I know a time vampire when I see one) with the same username. I'm more active on twitter later, just because 140 characters doesn't exactly require a lot of time.

Work is a lot of work. It's frustrating, and exhausting, and I have gotten sick more this year than in the last four. I have no social life--online or off--and a 15 hour day is actually just pretty normal. I'm living the dream, you guys, and I probably wouldn't trade it for anything.

So I've been mostly inactive in fandom, but that doesn't mean the outrage doesn't stand. I still love things. I still lurk. I still throw out completely random stories that I long for on twitter, and try to convince people to write them for me.

I've been toying with the idea of a Grimm meme of some sort, since I've fallen head over heels for it. (And Avengers. I don't even know, I wish I did.) But that's more than just a little out with the new LJ changes, and, whatever, there are only so many times I'm going to let a service make me feel like the money I pay is worth less than people who use it for a different kind of social networking. I'm a fan, and LJ has always been the one place that I didn't need to feel bad about that, but times, they are different now, it seems.

Anyway, I've had this account for two and a half years now, so I figure if there's going to be a change, I should do it in style.

You're Invited

Please, join me right here, right now for my
Dreamwidth Journal Warming Party

Simply pick out a fandom and/or pairing that you think
should belong in this journal, and tell me where to put them.
And I will write you at least 100 words.
Let's get some paint on the walls!

Your presence is your present!

Comments

[musesfool]

The Avengers band au that you are writing for me! Steve/Bucky, the first song they ever wrote together.

your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything

[angelgazing]

Peggy Carter signed on to manage the Commandos before they had their Howl. "They were playing mostly terrible covers of Radiohead and Springsteen in clubs they weren't even old enough to get into yet. This was before Natasha. I have no idea how they managed to do it." Carter shrugs. "There were a few, the original songs--those were where it was. Bucky could barely remember how to play a G chord, but the songs they wrote were magic. They were a sure thing."

Steve was bored before Bucky'd even managed to form calluses. They'd spent so long fumbling their way through Karma Police that Bucky's fingertips were raw, but Steve was an artist--Steve was the real deal, in every single way--and he was never going to be happy copying someone else's work.

Bucky laughed, unsurprised. He shook out his fingers like that would make them better at shaping chords, just wiggle the batteries, blow in the Nintendo. He didn't have to agree, because there wasn't a question.

There was never a place Steve wanted to go, or a thing he wanted to do, that Bucky didn't want to be by his side for. Besides. No one ever made it big by being a fucking cover band. It was just logical.

"What'd you have in mind?" Bucky asked instead, because Steve has never come to the table empty handed.

"Look," Steve said, looking down, his bass next to him so he could pull everything out of his backpack and onto Bucky's--mostly--clean floor. Algebra 2 book, pencil box, Catcher in the Rye. "We should call it a night--I mean, we've got to get those essays written." History book, sketchpad, folder of sheet music.

"Steve," Bucky said, frowning, as Steve pulled out a plain white notebook, barely bigger than his palm. "What the fuck. We should try it."

Steve laughed, ran his thumb across the edges of the pages. "Yeah, we can try, probably. For a little while longer."

Bucky kicked his foot, and worried about the day that Steve did like his mom kept threatening and grew into his feet. They'd need higher ceilings. "We can do it, you know."

"What makes you so sure?" Steve asked, his eyes narrowed. He didn't fight for it when Bucky stole the notebook though and started flipping through it.

There were poems, poetry. Lines from other songs that were crossed out. A line of notes he'd been hearing Steve hum for days. The word they'd pulled out of the dictionary at random, the time they played Scrabble against Steve's parents. It was beautiful, even at random.

Bucky kicked him again. "Don't be an idiot, Steve," he said, putting the book down to try and play the chords, suddenly in need of a distraction for his fingers. "We can do anything."

Re: your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything

[musesfool]

<3 <3 <3

Yes. This is how it started. See? You totally know what you're doing!

Re: your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything

[chaoticallyclev]

(see, words you wrote words and they are glorious words. and also right now I feel like Buck. Which makes you Steve. see? YOU CAN WRITE WORDS. THIS IS YOUR DAILY REMAINDER THAT YOU WRITE GREAT LOVELY WORDS)