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Fandom: Fic Meme
First round of answers from the fic meme, with three things I like about each fic.
(ETA: So, for the first couple, I forgot that, you know, 0-9 existed, and miscounted. I'm including both my original first response and the correct response, since I'd already written out the wrong ones.)
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carlyinrome chose #71.
No Monster at My Door, Jurassic Park/Fast and the Furious, Lex Murphy/Mia Toretto
Summary: Lex is safe now, but she will never forget.
Written fornikitangel for the prompt: Lex still dreams about it sometimes.
1. I really like how Lex has a moment to react to the fact her cousin did something incredibly stupid in Lost World, even though he should have known better, after the original park fiasco. She survived dinosaurs, she likely has PTSD from it, and then another member of her family goes on to fuck with them -- and not just on an island, brings the t-rex to mainland USA. How stupid and selfish, and I always wanted to see more of Lex responding to the other movies. (In the other movies; Drs Sattler, Grant, and Malcolm are wonderful, but Lex.)
2. Bisexual characters. Both of these women have been interested in men, and both are also interested in women, and that is important to me to include in stories. (When I'm writing non-fanfic for teens, I make sure to explicitly use the label bisexual, because so much media skirts around it without ever really saying it.)
3. I really like this opening paragraph: The ground shudders and shakes and Lex sits straight up in bed, shedding blankets, her heart beating so hard the throb of blood in her veins deafens her. The ground moves again and for a second Lex is twelve and terrified, Alan’s hand clamped over mouth and the sick smell of fear mixed with the stench of a predator: raw meat and blood and shit.
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Blue Crush,
Anne Marie Chadwick/Eden/Kala, Penny Chadwick
Summary: Just as she thinks, hey, I should see who called, the phone buzzes against her palm.
Written forcatalinay.
1. Capturing the weird things brains can do on too little sleep, like not putting together the concept that when a phone rings, answering it might help make it stop.
2. I think I managed, in only a few words, to really drive home how family love, even long distance, can make a bad situation about a billion times better.
3. Seattle. I should really set more stories in Seattle. I love Seattle.
zulu chose #126.
don't look back (ride the wind), Ultimate X-Men, Rogue/Storm
Summary: Maybe this whole pacifist thing isn't such a bad idea after all.
Written for Zeelee for comica_obscura 2006.
1. Flying. sex.
2. I really like all the little details about Storm and the lightning in her choppy hair and flashing eyes, and how she uses the lightning on Rogue, but this bit of description still fills me with glee: Before they land, she can feel the wings fail, little bones in them snapping and she starts to plummet toward the ground, but not too far, because Storm grabs her, lowers her while feathers float upward on the breeze, circling them in a cloud of white.
3. I'm fond of Rogue's internal thoughts about humans killing mutants and whether pacifism will actually work as a response. That scene is taken directly from the comic, but I wanted inside Rogue's head, I wanted more, and I like how I explored that.
(Memories of) Home, Fast and the Furious, Letty/Dom
Summary: Dominic thinks he can take care of everything always.
Written forcatalinay for Yuletide 2009.
1. Once again, chosen family is everything, and I love how it feels here, broken but still good (heh), all wrapped up and warm (though it can be suffocating, too, not here, in this moment).
2. The details of how Christmases used to go, and the imagery, particularly Mia wrapped in a blanket, staring at the lights on the tree, her personal stars.
3. This bit of memento: Mia sat in her armchair, legs curled up under her, purple and gray crocheted blanket spread across her lap. It was fuzzy, unraveled in places. Getting old. It was one of the last pieces their mom had done before her death and Mia kept it close.
dhampyresa chose #210.
In the Memory (Life and Death), Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Carmen/Tibby
Summary: The third death is when there is no one left to remember.
Written for marginalia for Femslash06.
1. This: "Tibs." Carmen's voice is gentle, and she cups her hand around Tibby's elbow, squeezing it and rubbing her thumb back and forth. "It's okay to hurt when you think about her. It's okay to remember her." Which is true, but not at all what Tibby really means. She can't correct Carmen, though, doesn't even know what she'd say to try.
Both because it is true, but also because I like how, no matter how well you know someone, love them, you can't always correctly read what they're actually feeling.
2. "She should need this more, she lost her mother, and Bailey was just a friend." Her voice cracks at the end, and she turns her head away so Carmen won't see, even though that is also unnecessary.
Oh, the ways grief messes with our heads.
3. The image of Tibby shaking so hard she can't hold the matches, but managing to light that candle for Bailey anyway, because it's for Bailey, and Tibby has to do this. She has to.
misbegotten chose #72.
Chasing Ghosts Down Sparrow Hill Road, Seanan McGuire's Sparrow Hill Road (song and book), original characters and Rose Marshall
Summary: She’s not looking for a savior, she’s not looking for a ride,
And you shouldn’t go look for her if you’re not a suicide,
‘Cause it's been fifty years and nobody’s seen her lose.
"Pretty Little Dead Girl" Seanan McGuire
Written for allfireburns for Yuletide 2010.
1. Um. Everything. But to start with, this bit of song lyric that sat in an empty file for ages, really shaping the story once I wrote it: I’m left alone, chasing ghosts down Sparrow Hill Road.
2. Family. Sibling love and teamwork and hunting things, saving people (heh), and how much it would suck growing up expecting to be a part of a hunting family only to have to do it on your own.
3. This little "hit the highway like a battering ram" moment: Something rumbled in the distance, the sound of a big car turning back. My bike roared in response and I spun to face her; she was solid and sturdy, fire from her pipes and hot metal steaming in the air. Whatever this was, it was time to go, and my girl and I both knew it.
(ETA: So, for the first couple, I forgot that, you know, 0-9 existed, and miscounted. I'm including both my original first response and the correct response, since I'd already written out the wrong ones.)
carlyinrome chose #71.No Monster at My Door, Jurassic Park/Fast and the Furious, Lex Murphy/Mia Toretto
Summary: Lex is safe now, but she will never forget.
Written for
nikitangel for the prompt: Lex still dreams about it sometimes.1. I really like how Lex has a moment to react to the fact her cousin did something incredibly stupid in Lost World, even though he should have known better, after the original park fiasco. She survived dinosaurs, she likely has PTSD from it, and then another member of her family goes on to fuck with them -- and not just on an island, brings the t-rex to mainland USA. How stupid and selfish, and I always wanted to see more of Lex responding to the other movies. (In the other movies; Drs Sattler, Grant, and Malcolm are wonderful, but Lex.)
2. Bisexual characters. Both of these women have been interested in men, and both are also interested in women, and that is important to me to include in stories. (When I'm writing non-fanfic for teens, I make sure to explicitly use the label bisexual, because so much media skirts around it without ever really saying it.)
3. I really like this opening paragraph: The ground shudders and shakes and Lex sits straight up in bed, shedding blankets, her heart beating so hard the throb of blood in her veins deafens her. The ground moves again and for a second Lex is twelve and terrified, Alan’s hand clamped over mouth and the sick smell of fear mixed with the stench of a predator: raw meat and blood and shit.
Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Blue Crush,
Anne Marie Chadwick/Eden/Kala, Penny Chadwick
Summary: Just as she thinks, hey, I should see who called, the phone buzzes against her palm.
Written for
catalinay.1. Capturing the weird things brains can do on too little sleep, like not putting together the concept that when a phone rings, answering it might help make it stop.
2. I think I managed, in only a few words, to really drive home how family love, even long distance, can make a bad situation about a billion times better.
3. Seattle. I should really set more stories in Seattle. I love Seattle.
zulu chose #126.don't look back (ride the wind), Ultimate X-Men, Rogue/Storm
Summary: Maybe this whole pacifist thing isn't such a bad idea after all.
Written for Zeelee for comica_obscura 2006.
1. Flying. sex.
2. I really like all the little details about Storm and the lightning in her choppy hair and flashing eyes, and how she uses the lightning on Rogue, but this bit of description still fills me with glee: Before they land, she can feel the wings fail, little bones in them snapping and she starts to plummet toward the ground, but not too far, because Storm grabs her, lowers her while feathers float upward on the breeze, circling them in a cloud of white.
3. I'm fond of Rogue's internal thoughts about humans killing mutants and whether pacifism will actually work as a response. That scene is taken directly from the comic, but I wanted inside Rogue's head, I wanted more, and I like how I explored that.
(Memories of) Home, Fast and the Furious, Letty/Dom
Summary: Dominic thinks he can take care of everything always.
Written for
catalinay for Yuletide 2009.1. Once again, chosen family is everything, and I love how it feels here, broken but still good (heh), all wrapped up and warm (though it can be suffocating, too, not here, in this moment).
2. The details of how Christmases used to go, and the imagery, particularly Mia wrapped in a blanket, staring at the lights on the tree, her personal stars.
3. This bit of memento: Mia sat in her armchair, legs curled up under her, purple and gray crocheted blanket spread across her lap. It was fuzzy, unraveled in places. Getting old. It was one of the last pieces their mom had done before her death and Mia kept it close.
dhampyresa chose #210.In the Memory (Life and Death), Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Carmen/Tibby
Summary: The third death is when there is no one left to remember.
Written for marginalia for Femslash06.
1. This: "Tibs." Carmen's voice is gentle, and she cups her hand around Tibby's elbow, squeezing it and rubbing her thumb back and forth. "It's okay to hurt when you think about her. It's okay to remember her." Which is true, but not at all what Tibby really means. She can't correct Carmen, though, doesn't even know what she'd say to try.
Both because it is true, but also because I like how, no matter how well you know someone, love them, you can't always correctly read what they're actually feeling.
2. "She should need this more, she lost her mother, and Bailey was just a friend." Her voice cracks at the end, and she turns her head away so Carmen won't see, even though that is also unnecessary.
Oh, the ways grief messes with our heads.
3. The image of Tibby shaking so hard she can't hold the matches, but managing to light that candle for Bailey anyway, because it's for Bailey, and Tibby has to do this. She has to.
misbegotten chose #72.Chasing Ghosts Down Sparrow Hill Road, Seanan McGuire's Sparrow Hill Road (song and book), original characters and Rose Marshall
Summary: She’s not looking for a savior, she’s not looking for a ride,
And you shouldn’t go look for her if you’re not a suicide,
‘Cause it's been fifty years and nobody’s seen her lose.
"Pretty Little Dead Girl" Seanan McGuire
Written for allfireburns for Yuletide 2010.
1. Um. Everything. But to start with, this bit of song lyric that sat in an empty file for ages, really shaping the story once I wrote it: I’m left alone, chasing ghosts down Sparrow Hill Road.
2. Family. Sibling love and teamwork and hunting things, saving people (heh), and how much it would suck growing up expecting to be a part of a hunting family only to have to do it on your own.
3. This little "hit the highway like a battering ram" moment: Something rumbled in the distance, the sound of a big car turning back. My bike roared in response and I spun to face her; she was solid and sturdy, fire from her pipes and hot metal steaming in the air. Whatever this was, it was time to go, and my girl and I both knew it.
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That's so powerful.