Shut Up, and Let Me See Your Jazz Hands

I'm getting down to longer poems now, but I can't decide which to do next. Pick for me!

(Basically just backing these up. May or may not add new ones. Because, dammit, I always wanted to do one for Donkeyskin, but how on earth could you make that story any more fucked up?)

So. Couple years ago, wrote this whole series of poems based on fairy tales. The real fairy tales, not the happy Disney versions. Because I went through a whole phase at one point, these aren't all particularly well-known stories. If you don't remember the original tale, I will be happy to share it.

Oh, and these? Big with the drama. And the issues.

( Snow )

( Jumper )

( Narcoleptic )

( Stepsister )

( Gepetto's Son )

( Mute )

( Beauty )

( Red )

( Captive )

( Sister )

( Proud Titania )

( Stand )

( Nosy )

( Handless )

Okay, I wrote this seeded poem back in August. And then, because I am a dork, I remixed it.

( For Your Viewing Pleasure... )

Alyssa, I warn you now, I don't think there's going to be anything in here to really interest you. It's fanfiction and television and dreams. But possibly I will throw something in at the end for you. No promises. 'Cause you are a whore.

Okay, fine, I know I just did the self-righteous thing on finishing (reading) the stories you start, but now I'm gonna add a little...call it a codicil.

There are things I just can't read. My brain will not wrap around them. And this is coming from the girl who actively enjoys AUs, mpregs, and episode-fixes. I have read *healing-penis fic*. What I'm saying is, I'm pretty flexible in the brain (not the body. like, at all.).

Started a story where John's smarter than Rodney...not gonna finish it. Accidentally started a story where Rodney sleeps around on John...not gonna finish it. Even more accidentally started a Tara/Spike story (nifty title, no summary)...never, ever gonna finish it.

There are things I can't buy. Some of them are small things, like the fact that I, *personally*, can't see Rodney cheating on *anyone* consistently; everyone can do it once, but for him, as a *pattern* of behavior, it doesn't scan for me.

Then there are the bigger things. To me, Tara is a lesbian. I *cannot*, under any circumstances, see her sleeping with a man of her own free will. We are never given any indication that she's attracted to men, and any fic that disagrees, that places her in a male/female sexual relationship, contains what is to me, at best, an AU Tara.

And yeah, I know. Most of the characters I slash are explicitly heterosexual. Why should the explicitly homosexual get special treatment? But there are also those characters that I can't and won't slash. Yes, they are few and far between, but they exist. And it's not that I won't slash them for squick reasons (unless you're talking, like, Dobby). Hell, I've read *multiple* Snape/Hagrid fics. But Foreman and Cameron and Stabler are just as set-in-stone straight to me as Tara is set-in-stone not.

Anyway. Back off the soapbox.

I love Fox right now. Don't worry, that's only the temporary euphoria talking. I watched Bones and was *so* happy and then came House and oh, Fox, I love you.

Hodgins and Zack live together! They carpool every day! Brennan gets a say in Angela's career decisions! I want slash, and also much, much femmeslash. For once, I would actually trade the slash *for* the femmeslash. Come on! Angela and the courier-girl and then Brennan finds out and gets jealous and confesses her sekrit gay love! And Angela swears not to quit her job and leave Brennan alone, because then Brennan would be forced to have rebound sex with Booth. Or that could be the fic.

Angela leaves because she can't keep drawing "death masks" and Brennan has rebound sex with Booth because she is drunk and lonely and desolate (best word ever, desolate, makes me melt every time) and then Angela comes back and possibly kicks Booth's ass (not, y'know, physically, although she probably could, 'cause I don't think he'd hit her back) and smacks Brennan around (again, not physically) re: Brennan's keeping the big gay love a secret. And then there is sex, 'cause Angela knew going in that Brennan had no people skills and was kind of emotionally retarded.

Or, you know, Zack finds out that Hodgins has been letting his super-rich family think Zack is his kept boy. Because Hodgins likes to rebel against the man, even though he is secretly destined to be the man, because he doesn't want to be! And then there is angst, followed by sex. Possibly they could solve a mystery. I don't care, I'm not hard to please.

Anyway. House! House has been conducting experiments on Wilson! For more than a year! To "objectively measure how much [Wilson] values their friendship" (results say: as worth at least $5000). And House's daddy issues!

Mmkay, now to the dream thing: Slept a lot today (had a mini-breakdown which I decided to blame on lack of sleep, so skipped all classes). Had strange dreams and, after waking, wrote (typed, really) them out, because it's unusual for me to remember multiple dreams.

Have decided to share (this is exactly what I typed then, just spell-checked.):

"I've been in bed all day having strange dreams.

the one where Richard punched me in the stomach really hard while my mom just stood by and my appendix burst and I died and it strikes me now that dream-Richard actually had three hands, 'cause he punched me while also holding down both my arms so I couldn't block the punch

then the one where I was at college for the first time and I had rare (and really freaking cool) tropical fish (and while the number of fish stayed the same, the number of tanks kept changing). anyway for some reason I had three roommates (all in one room) and I hated the first two, a guy & a girl, who were dating. I spent a lot of my time on the computer ignoring their mocking (shades of Megan, anyone?) and then there was the third roommate who also mocked but I mocked back and possibly there was flirting (I wasn't sure in the dream and I'm not now). at least she liked the fish. I was possibly a misanthrope because I refused to go to the nifty-cool welcome party (welcome costume party) the college was throwing but somehow I ended up there anyway and we were all dressed as brides or grooms or, for some people, both (and there was much crossdressing as well) and for some reason all the dresses and the tuxes pretty much looked the same. and then I spotted Nathan Fillion (one of the bride-*and*-groom people) and ran up to him and hugged him right before Paul Spradlin could do it (I'd heard Paul bellow "Nathan Fillion" from somewhere behind me and Paul totally would have cracked his ribs) and babbled at him about how I loved him in Two Guys & a Girl and loved him more in Firefly and how my love become irrevocable after all the interviews and things where I was forced to stop being all "he's pretty! and can act!" and admit he himself was pretty damn cool and how I was sorry to fangirl and run but I'd seen Joe Flanigan (which I had) and that meant that somewhere, there might be David Hewlett, and I had to go see, but that Nathan was still one of my top three favorite celebrities *ever* (the list, in the dream at least, was Joss Whedon, Nathan Fillion, David Hewlett, though not necessarily in that order). and then I ran off into the sea of brides and grooms

and finally there was the one that was a cross between an old tv show (grounded for life), a trilogy of horror movies that may or may not actually exist, and real life, with a soupcon of credit card commercial. there was Halloween and Christmas and monsters and evil devil candy and my family and an office building and some other stuff that I'm remembering less and less as the seconds tick past"

And now, for Alyssa:

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