My Indiana-stormy-weather playlist:
Rainy Days and Mondays - The Carpenters
Riders on the Storm - The Doors
Have You Ever Seen the Rain - Creedance Clearwater Revival
When it Rains - Paramore
Thunder and Lightning - Phil Collins
Shelter from the Storm - Bob Dylan
Set Fire to the Rain - Adele
After the Storm - Mumford and Sons
Don't Rain on My Parade - GLEE
Lullabye for a Stormy Night - Vienna Teng
Cloudy - Simon and Garfunkel
The Thunder Rolls - Garth Brooks
Calm Before the Storm - Fall Out Boy
Thunder - The Runaways
1) Post a list of up to 20 books/movies/anime/TV shows/video games/bands [fannish etc.] that you've had an obsessive fannish love or interest in at some time in your life.
2) Have your f-list guess your favourite character/member from each item.
3) When someone guesses correctly, strikethrough the item and put the name of your favorite character next to it.
Btw, steelerswheelyou can'tguess. There's a ton im forgetting, I know, and these are not in priority order or in chronological order.
2. Star Trek
3. Criminal Minds
4. Friday Night Lights
9. Iron Man
10. X Men
11. Flash Forward
12. The Covenant
15. Almost Famous
17. Smokin' Aces
18. A Knight's Tale
19. Harry Potter
20. Lord of the Rings
Fandoms: Star Trek reboot
Category: AU, future, genderswitch
Rating: totally G
Warnings: This is a future AU, and genderswap. If you don't like them, please don't read and then comment poorly. All though, please comment. Comments make me smile.
Summary: With Spock in Sickbay, Jim and their young daughter are having a hard time dealing with a night with out her.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. If I did, I would make the bridge crew come over and have a pool party with me so I could see them all without shirts on. Except Uhura. She and I would drool over the guys and sip fruity cocktails and speak French together.
He could understand the little girl’s distress. The raven haired toddler was just less capable of controlling her emotions than her father, but if Jim had had the choice, he’d be crying in the dark of their quarters just like she was. Spock was in sickbay, still. She was doing better, but she was still hurt, and little Amanda was having a hard time adapting to her mother’s absence. Jim was too. It wasn’t normal, or right. It wasn’t a life-threatening injury, Bones had made that very clear. It was just a typical away-mission wounding. But it was enough, and Jim didn’t like it. And apparently, neither did Amanda. The young Vulcan girl hadn’t stopped crying all night. She was only barely two years old, and all she knew was that Mommy wasn’t there. Mommy didn’t hum a quiet Vulcan tune to help her to sleep, or kiss her head and tuck her in. Jim was a pretty strong person; he had to be to be effective at his job. But this was killing him.
Jim sat up in bed and turned on a low light, blinking at the sudden brightness. Amanda was still curled up in her tiny bed, clutching her blue Starfleet issue fleece blanket and the stuffed Tribble Scotty had given her, her cries still babyish in sound. Her startlingly blue eyes were too bright, washed clean with tears and vibrant, just like Jim’s were when they teared up. It was very late, around 2 in the morning, Terran-standard, and he knew she hadn’t slept at all. “Starshine…” he said quietly, cocking his head and looking at her from his spot on the bed. She looked up at him, hiccupping and snuffling into her fuzzy stuffed animal. “Come here, baby girl…” He beckoned her, and the little girl sat up, grabbing her blanket and Tribble and toddling her way out of bed and over to him, still crying. Her neat braid was messy and frizzy from tossing and turning, and he smoothed a few soft, wayward hairs back from her face when she came near enough.
Jim picked her up gently and set her in his lap, holding her against his chest, where she curled up her face and cried. He rubbed her back, shushing gently, pressing his lips against her head. He still couldn’t get over how much she looked like her mother. Long, dark hair, pointed ears, small pale face. Except for the eyes. The brilliant blue eyes that were so much his and were his father’s before that. The blue eyes that caught every single star in space when they curled up together in the observation deck. It gave him an idea that might calm her down. “Hey, Starshine, you wanna go look at space with me?” he asked quietly, whispering against her hair. The little girl coughed on her sobs and tears and nodded, breath hitching. He nodded. It was too cold to sleep in anything but sweatpants and a sweatshirt, so he was at least decent. He wrapped her up tight in her blanket and picked her up, walking with her out of the room.
The ship’s captain took his small daughter through the dimly lit halls up to the observation deck. It was always empty during this late shift; the only ones up were the second shift officers, and they all had duties to distract them from leisurely stargazing. He walked with her to a chair right in the front, and pulled her up into his lap, rocking her quietly. She was still crying quietly, loneliness filling her beloved eyes. He sighed gently and rubbed her back, thinking about when he was this little, and grief and emptiness still haunted his mother at night. She would sing to him back then, rocking him and singing in her quiet, airy, pretty soprano. He could remember what she sang…heard it in his dreams even now, or in quiet moments on the bridge after long, difficult away missions. It was soothing, even in troubled times, to think about her lilting voice singing him to sleep. He swallowed, and took a deep breath, hoping his mother’s never-forgotten comforts would help his little girl get some rest.
“Black bird singin’ in the dead of night….” He sang against her hair, very softly. The observation deck was empty and silent, so even his quiet song filled the room. “Take these broken wings and learn to fly…all your life…” He heard her hiccups and sobs start to settle down, and her little face tilted up to look at him. Usually it was her mommy who sang her to sleep. Usually some quiet Vulcan lullaby; some dark and low melody that vibrated in her chest with her mother’s rich alto. But this was different. This was Daddy’s voice, scratchy and reedy and thin. “You were only waiting for this moment to arise…” Jim watched Amanda hug her Tribble tighter, snuggling closer to him, watching him eagerly for more. “Blackbird, fly. Blackbird, fly…” He smiled a little at her, stroking her tears from her face with his thumb. “…into the light of the dark black night…” Amanda yawned, and he smiled again, watching the sapphire eyes finally close. He hummed the tune, watching her face as she slowly drifted into sleep. But even though she was asleep, he didn’t stop singing. It was a comfort to him too.
He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, it was to his friend’s hand on his shoulder. He looked up and blinked, Amanda was still asleep in his lap, and they were both in pajamas. Bones watched them for a few minutes, his face unreadable. “Rough night?” he asked, voice gentler than Jim was expecting. The captain simply nodded, sitting up in his seat. Bones watched as Jim stood up with Amanda, who adjusted and went back to sleep with her head on her father’s shoulder. “I’ll be on the bridge in a minute. Lemme go lay her down.” His friend nodded and watched as the father and his Starshine trundled their way out of the observation deck, Jim humming something sounding remarkably like the Beatles.
Using only EPISODE names from ONE SCI FI TV SHOW, cleverly answer these questions.
Try not to repeat an episode title. It’s a lot harder than you think!
Repost as “My life according to (Sci Fi TV show)” (or just reply in my LJ so I can see it.) Or not. Whatever.
Pick your SciFi Genre Show:
Are you a male or female?:
Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang
How do you feel:
Out of Time
Describe where you currently live:
If you could go anywhere where would you go?:
Your favorite form of transportation:
Your best friend is:
What’s the weather like:
From Out of the Rain
Favorite time of day:
End of Days
If your life was a TV show, it would be called:
What is life to you:
A Day in the Death
What is the best advice you have to give:
Thought for the Day:
They Keep Killing Suzie
How I would like to die:
My soul’s present condition:
To the Last Man
So my friend Katey ( steelerswheel ) and I have made this great big long list of movies that we both need to see. Trust me, it's HUUUUGE. The last time we did an overnight and rented a bunch of movies: Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz (both for Simon Pegg), The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (for Matthew Gray Gubler and Wes Anderson), The Princess Diaries 2 (for Chris Pine), Smokin' Aces (Also for Chris Pine), and Star Trek: the Wrath of KHAAAAAAN. So our last venture was VERY successful and we really wanted to do it agian. so we did. we hit blockbuster and grabbed us a bunch of movies, our goal being to find a movie with each member of the Enterprise crew in it. We found a movie with Chris Pine, Simon Pegg, Anton Yelchin, John Cho, and Karl Urban, and others cause we wanted to see them. I shall do a brief review of each.
DOOM (for Karl Urban) : Okay. We were warned that this was an AWFUL movie. But we had decided that the Karl Urban of it all was worth the bad movie. But...it wasn't a bad movie. It was actually a very cool movie. KU was gooooorgeous, the monsters/aliens/demons were scary, the lines were funny, and that whole ten minute section where the movie was filmed exactly like gameplay made me squee. Now, I've never played the game, so im sure there are dedicated fans who are very against it. But I quite enjoyed it. And the Big Fucking Gun. And Karl Urban, lol. All in all, not a bad movie, and enough to make me not like dark corners anymore.
How to Lose Friends and Alienate People (for Simon Pegg): I personally was expecting another one of Mr. Pegg's Brit comedy hilarity spectaculars like Shaun of the Dead, but HTLFAAP was actually a sort of light hearted romantic comedy about a hack writer who finds himself working for a bigshot celebrity magazine in NYC. Simon Pegg, Kirsten Dunst, Megan Fox (*gags*), Gillian Anderson, and Jeff Bridges. It's cute, sweet, and has enough SPegg humor in it to keep your sides aching. Humor such as Simon's character killing Megan Fox's chihuahua. And Simon Pegg is just adorable, even when he's playing a classless, socially awkward, tacky, immature jackass.
Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle (for John Cho): Now here is a movie I expected to be akin to Austin Powers and Napoleon Dynamite. Stupid, ignorant, disgusting, inappropriate, tacky, and gross. And yeah, it was some of these things. But it was HILARIOUS. John Cho was an adorable underdog who had his own little "come into your own strength" subplot going on, Kumar was your typical loser who actually realized there was something he was good at, and the craziness that comes of their desperate, marijuana-induced desire to reach a White Castle for the perfect burger left us giggling at 3 in the morning. Giggling quite loudly, I might add. We also decided that Katey is the Kumar to my Harold. She's the one with no reservations who's laid back about life and common sensical. I'm the uptight one, focused on deadlines and worried about authority and sensitive about what people think. All in all, it was a good movie, though. And there's just something timeless about Neil Patrick Harris rubbing his hands over a naked girl's boobs and dancing to ridiculous hip hop while flying down the road in a stolen four door sedan.
Repo! The Genetic Opera (for the hell of it): Okay, if you're in to Sweeney Todd like movies, this is a good one for you. Made by the producers of Saw, it's gory and fabulously plot heavy. Basically, in the future there is an epidemic of organ failures, and this company Geneco rises from the chaos and finds a cure and establishes teh concept of payment plans for organ transplants. But if you fall behind on your payments, the ocmpany sends the Repo man to take the organ back. Violently. We were also surprised to find that it is, in fact, a musical. With good music, believe it or not. I really really really want teh soundtrack. And it had Sarah Brightman in it! It was well shot, well written, the gore was well placed (which is a big thing for me) and it had a good plot. It was very good. Just...don't eat any time before, during, or after it, el oh el.
Just My Luck (only, and I repeat ONLY, for Chris Pine): First off, I would like to say that I loathe Lindsay Lohan. I don't consider her overly burdened with an abundance of talent, and I don't consider her overly burdened with an abundance of looks. But this was a cute movie. If only it was a different lead. Katey and I yelled at her character the whole movie cuase she was just a dumb, selfish bitch, but Cpine's charrie Jake was ADORABLE. He was geeky and cute and cared for his little cousin and really really cared genuinely for people and believed in them. So he made the movie worthwhile. Basic concept: Jake (cpine) is very unlucky, and Ashley (lohan) is very lucky. they kiss at a party that Jake has snuck into to get a demo cd to this big music producer and Ashley's luck goes to Jake while Jake's unluck goes to AShley. His life gets better and hers falls apart. But he uses his luck purely for nonselfish reasons and ashley realizes after falling in love with jake and kissing him again and getting her luck back that she doesn't deserve it and he does. so she gives it back. and more kissing ensues. its cute. Just...i hate hate hate lindsay lohan.
Charlie Bartlett (for Anton Yelchin): We actually saw this one last summer, but it was good, we liked it, and it's ANTON YELCHIN and ROBERT DOWNEY JR. so you know, worth it. It screams to my inner eccentric teenager and its just a really good movie. Like, it's almost impossible to describe. Charlie is a delinquent, rich teen who's been kicked out of numerous private schools and finds himself in a public school. After a run in with bullies, he makes a business arrangement with the bully. Charlie, put on Ritalin by his family's psychiatrist, decides to sell the meds to the kids at a school party, and he and the bully Murphy realize this is a brilliant idea. What's starts as a psycho drug pushing business in the bathroom at school ends up a counseling center for the misunderstood teens and Charlie ends up a local hero, much to the chagrin of the overworked, underappreciated, alcoholic principal (downey). Further to the principal's frustrations, Charlie starts dating the man's daughter Susan. Events ensue (i won't give major spoilers) and charlie helps the principal realize what he's missing with his daughter and the principal helps charlie understand that popularity and being well liked is not what's important in life. It's knowing what to do with that power. Good, deep movie. Cute lead. Cute supporting lead. All things are good. And I just wanna put Anton Yelchin in my pocket so I can cuddle him at random times of the day. ssoooo yeah.
All in all, the sleepover was successful. Great movies. Another new Rp for us to play with our pretties in. Staying up until 4 in the morning. All good, all good.
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Fandom: Star Trek
Characters/Pairings: Christine Chapel/Leonard McCoy
Rating: R (for strong suggestive themes)
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any associate characters
Length: 1,180 words
When Head Nurse Chapel let the three Cardassian Sunrises get the better of her libido, she had little else on her mind except herself and the Chief Medical Officer in a hotel bed with no clothes on. She had expected sex, and sleep, and that was all. What she had not expected was the mind-blowing, body-shaking, sweat-producing, scream-inducing climax he left her with. She had not expected the wonderful smothering heat of his tanned skin, the taste of bourbon and Romulan Ale on his lips and tongue, and the deceptively-hidden muscles of his chest and abs. She had not expected the tenderness with which he pressed kisses to her earlobe and neck and shoulder. She had not expected the softness of his large, clean hands against the skin of her legs and hips. Christine hadn’t expected the ease at which Leonard McCoy could pick her up and pull her against his chest while his hips slid in rhythm against hers. She hadn’t expected the softness of his massive amounts of black hair under her fingertips or the gentle pressure his lips exerted against hers. The nurse hadn’t expected to see his perpetually frowning face smooth in affection, or the coarse, biting voice to be smooth and luscious in its moans. And most of all, Christine Chapel had not expected to fall in love.
The primal heat, stifling and raw and passionate, had cooled only to leave them both laying upright against the cheap wooden headboard, her comparatively pale skin flush against his. Their bodies gleamed with slowly-cooling sweat, their hair perfectly disheveled and the blankets damp and tangled around their legs. It wasn’t like any hook-up Christine had ever had. Usually her one-night-stands comprised of quick or drunken sex, maybe a nap, usually one or the other of them getting up, putting on their sticky clothing and leaving. This was not one of those one night stands. This was something she knew didn’t have a name. A shiver slid down her spine when a draft from the seedy motel’s cracked walls danced across her sweaty skin, and Len’s arm tightened around her, pulling her closer to his warm chest. The doctor had his nose and lips buried in her fragrant golden hair, and he was tenderly stroking her arm. It was warm, and sweet, and Christine closed her eyes, wishing the digital clock on the bedside would cease it’s telling of time. It was completely not a side of the CMO anyone (except maybe Jim) had ever seen, and she only wished it hadn’t taken her this long to see it. That, and the sex was truly fabulous.
It had been a while since she’d had sex, for one thing. While her fiancé was missing in the black vacuum of space, Christine had tried to stay faithful. But after six years, she had started to lose hope of ever finding him and was starting to need to feel the release of sexual energy. And small flings had occurred, none of them notable, at least until tonight. For another thing, Leonard McCoy was one of those truly rare specimens who was rough and tender at the same time. He was fevered and slow, heated to the touch and cool against her lips. His eyes could be deep and all-seeing and yet glassy and lusty and powerful. He was a lot of things at once, and when all those things combined, he was truly overwhelming. Her skin still burned from his gentle touches, and her breathing was tight and labored with the exertion of their activities and the emotional effects of his musky, clean smell in her lungs. Chris couldn’t breathe, and she didn’t care.
She smiled a little when his lips moved from her hair to her forehead. While on leave, he had let a scruffy yet undeniably handsome and becoming beard grow. It scratched gently against her forehead, and the nurse leaned into the kiss. Her eyelids were drooping drowsily with the heady and powerful comfort she felt in his arms. It was only by his words that she was pulled from her stupor. “Ya know…” he said, voice husky and hinted with the lazy Mississippi accent that slipped out when he wasn’t reining it in, “…that was fun. We should do that again some time.”
Christine chuckled a little and tilted her lips up to meet his. After a few seconds of sweet pecks and deep, lingering kisses, she said quietly, her voice a breathy whisper, “Doctor’s orders?”
The CMO smiled against her lips, kissing her again, liquor-laced tongue sliding against hers, the feel almost enough to thoroughly intoxicate her again. “Doctor’s orders…” he said. His words made her lips vibrate and made her head reel. Christine fell into his kisses again. He had laid a warm hand against her jaw and throat, and she laid her own hand over the back of his, her long fingers wrapping around his palm. The hours were stretching, moving from night into morning, but the time was lost on the head nurse. Bones’ hands and skin and lips had reduced everything they touched to a superfine liquid that was slowly dripping lower and lower onto the mattress with him. His kisses trailed from her lips to her jaw and neck and collar and chest, dragging an invisible line of cold fire between her pale breasts, down the line of her sternum, over lightly sculpted abdominals and lower into secret places seen only by the under sides of bed sheets.
All at once, tiny actions of his full lips had frozen her in place and in seconds had her writhing fluidly under his hands and tongue, gentle moans starting to bubble in her ribs and pour their way from her gasping mouth. The sounds gathered speed and volume and began rasping in her chest until her taut muscles finally shattered into their mercuric, molten state again, leaving her spent and sweating into the blankets. Her chest heaved as it pulled in the air she hadn’t taken, stealing back the breaths his tongue’s dance had stolen from her. The two medical staff were horizontal again on the stained mattress, and McCoy pulled himself up from her toned thighs to cup her against his chest and slide a pillow beneath her dizzy, throbbing head.
His lips, heavy with the taste of their night’s labors, gingerly pressed against her temples, which were heavy forcing her sluggish blood through her veins. The room spun in front of her blue eyes, which she locked on his face. She could see him smile through her fog of lust and of climax and release. That smile, so rarely seen, bright as diamonds and just as elusive, sent sharp bolts running through her heart, and she knew in that instant that this dalliance would not be their last. She knew that she was seeing a mirror image of the emotions stirring in her soul, and she knew that this was something completely new to her and wonderfully thrilling. Christine knew that this violent and delicate spark was pure, true, sudden love. And she knew it was the last thing she ever expected.