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Poll #1431184 Fiction Poll
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What fics should blue_crow write?

What fic should blue_crow write first?

( Remix Meta. )

I should finish all the fics for the remix (or at least the ones I'd read anyway). I discovered a lot of interesting new things in the beginning, when I was trying to read most of them, but that was partly because most of the first few fics were gen fics.

Title: Muscle Memory
Summary: Gaius attempts to reestablish his connection with Felix on Earth.
Characters: Baltar, Gaeta, mention of Caprica Six
Pairing: Baltar/Gaeta, implied former Baltar/Caprica
Wordcount: 1,860
Rating: R
SPOILERS: Through "Daybreak Part II"
remix of millari's original, Muscle Memory
Warnings: Minor amounts of d/s, mentions of amputated limbs

Originally posted at bsg_remix with original feedback there.

( Muscle Memory. )

So this is everything I submitted to the pornbattle.

Tiger, Crossover, LOST, Sayid Jarrah/Felix Gaeta, tiger
( Tiger )
Caught Staring, Gaius/Paulla/Jeanne, God's love
( Caught Staring )
Too Good, Gaius/Gaeta, fanboy, Gaeta/Daggit, so desperate
( Too Good )
When You Put It That Way, Gaius/Head!Gaius, I'm too sexy
( When You Put It That Way )

Meme borrowed from trovia

List five fics that you'd really like to read but that haven't been written yet. It doesn't matter if they are fics you've tried to write yourself at some point, or if they are just fics you think could make a fun read. Share as many details as you'd like. It could just be a pairing or an outline of a whole multi-part, it doesn't matter, whatever comes to mind will do fine.

( Five Fics! Mostly plot-heavy ones. )

So when I should have been writing porn, my friend Jim texts me. Want to see Transformers 2, he asks. Oh, frak that. But, the idea of getting out to a movie sounds good and I check the listings. Ohhh. Tetro was playing at the theater that's like four blocks from here. I wasn't really sure what to expect, but I'd heard it was really good at SIFF when Coppola was there. So Jim and I hung around for a while, he tried to talk me into going to Pride, I said frak pride, I'm gonna stay home and write more for the pornbattle (because three fics is really a lot less than I meant to write.)

Tetro... I may have more to say in the morning, but right now, all I can think of is, my god, I didn't think they made them like that anymore. It had this incredible old movie feel, it started out very slowly and was shot after shot of achingly composed cinematography. After a little while, it becomes a little more pedestrian so that the story can become the focus, but every so often it slips into the most shockingly well composed frame. Also sometimes the strikingly rich black and white, wide aspect ratio slips into a more narrow, brilliantly colored flashback or dazzling dance sequence.

I also might get to play DND on Thursday. Yay! I like DND. I'm considering a drow avenger of... some god I haven't determined yet.

Remix is done and has been mailed in. Oh that's a good feeling. Now I should get back to thinking about actually writing other fic. Hmm.

I'm still messing around with my Cultist costume. I think I'm the only person in the Colonial Fleet who isn't totally obsessed with either Cylon or military costuming. I'm wondering if I should get myself a set of BDUs converted just in case, or even just the tanks or something. Part of me wants to fit in, and the other part wants being Jeanne to really become my thing and to run the heck out of the Cultist angle. Have also thought about starting a LJ community or a website for members of the Cult of Baltar.

( Cut for a lot of over-described clothing item woes and a few pictures. )

Really pissed off. The ebay listing for my Gaius clothes listed them as the ones worn on screen, but they have a note pinned to them that reads, "Double not photo'd internet."

300$ was worth clothes James Callis wore, not just copies.




But for hilarity, the clothes actually fit me. The pants are ridiculously long, but they fit at the waist. What the heck James Callis, you're tiny.

A meme I found floating around, just posted because I would rather write things than puzzle over titles at the moment.

Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.

Also, Gaius's pants come in the mail tomorrow and there will be a picspam.

So I got a gym membership yesterday, and tried it out today. I meant to show up for yoga, but got lost inside the gym and ended up just flusteredly using the elliptical for 20 minutes and going home to do pilates. Which wasn't exactly what I'd meant to do with my evening, but I think I'll eventually feel more confidant there and less freaked out. Its just a horrible lesson that every time I think I'm actually a confidant human being I figure out that I'm actually as neurotic as I thought I was when I try new things. Not that I had a yoga mat or anything and judging by the people I saw walking in as I walked out, I think I got the time all wrong anyway. x.x

Tried again to take photos of the costume. Why won't they take properly? I just look terrible in them all. Which is irritating since I thought I was good at taking pictures of myself. The ones of me and the sculpture looked great.

So instead of pictures, I bring a quote from some guy at Propworx, "I’ve been trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to convince my Propworx colleagues to make a Project Runway: Cylon Basestar Edition parody film for Dragon*Con this year. It could be a cross of American Idol, Zoolander, and Caprica’s Top Model. Imagine the possibilities: John Cavil as a judge (“Honey, that was great, but do it again—this time with no clothes on”); a knock-down, drag-out catfight on the catwalk between Athena and Boomer (“Karl is my man!”); or Aaron Doral (“Girl in three words—Fab-u-lous!”)."

I also have a song to share with everyone, one that will hopefully be stuck in your head all day because its been in mine for a week now. Frak Desmond. Goddamnit.