Starry Lites

Somewhere in Time

2009-09-09T03:08:56Z

Well, rizny gave me an opinion at any rate, ha.

But here it is, my completed Reeveverse piece. And now we see how long it stays up. I am in the process of putting all my others up on MegaUpload for those who never got to see them, or miss watching them. Give me time.

Also, I'm irritated that I can't get my masking to work so that it's widescreen, but it's in very nice HQ so that's a plus, yeah?

Fan Fiction Table of Contents

2009-06-01T16:01:34Z

Sparked by supes_mv_awards but it needed to be done anyway ~~because I'm really not expecting any noms~~.

Superman/DCU

Bluretto Flashes - (Smallville AU - WIP) 1

Lies - (DCU Gen - one shot) here

Lois Lane White Kent - (Post Superman Returns - one shot) here

Identities - (Superman Returns / Dark Knight crossover - WIP) 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Serena's Hooks (Or the Frustrations of Jason White With His Parents) - (Post Superman Returns - one shot) here

In-Stink-O-Cream - (Lois & Clark - one shot) here

Kiss-A-Thon - (DCU Gen - one shot) here

Snickers, Kit Kat, 100 Grand, and M&Ms - (DCU with hints of L&C - one shot) here

Those Deep Blue Eyes - (Post Superman Returns - one shot) here

The Stairwell coauthored with katshakespeare - (DCU Gen - one shot) here

Vacation in 1888 - (Post Lois & Clark AU - WIP) 1

You Don't Know Me - (Lois & Clark - one shot) here

coming soon!

coming soon!

Why I'm Not Ready to Murder the Smallville Fandom

2009-05-15T06:22:12Z

I'm really sad/angry/depressed they killed Jimmy. I mean, to say I'm not would be wrong. I mean—JIMMY?! I cried, you'd better believe it.

1. It's Smallville. I haven't trusted them to do anything right since...well ever, but the final straw was last year's "Clark will fly." From that point on, I've expected them to screw things up. Jimmy's death is no exception. And after I thought about it, I decided he was who they were going to kill.

2. I don't totally hate Chloe anymore. I don't like her anywhere near as much as I used to, but in the end scene Chloe was once again the voice of reason. And hey, for once she didn't go missing, die, or get knocked unconscious. That's progress for her in a season finale.

3. Doomsday is gone. I hated him day one, I still hate him, wah wah wah whiny villains are my least favorite kind, and he's GONE. That is reason to celebrate. Like whoa.

4. Zod is back. Zod is my favorite of the Superman villains, and Zod got short-changed in Season 5. If our new story arc is Zod like for reals, that could be fantastic. Please note this is not a hopeful gesture. Please see #1.

5. Lois, though missing, could be missing in one of many places, places that could be really awesome. 1) Clark has to rescue her from a time on Earth where, heaven forbid, Superman exists. 2) Lois meets Superman and dude, that would be fun. 3) She ended up back in time and Clark has to save her in a silly L&C way (I can be hopeful about that). 4) Some sort amnesia ensues (because we all know Lois is prone to it) and Clark can put on the glasses and show his face as the RBB. They've created an amazing opportunity with Lois' disappearance, and I hope they take it.

6. Clark continues to prove he's an idiot, but we already knew that. Roll eyes, move on.

7. I love the Watchtower. Not for the mushy (but my inner Chimmy ship was happy) but for the fact that Chloe is probably moving out of the Talon and we can finally leave Smallville behind. About bloody time.

To sum it up, Smallville has yet to anger me more than they did with "CLARK WILL FLY" last year, so this episode...no big deal.

Now, we're going to pretend I have faith in the show and that they can pull some awesome out of this mess:

• Freakin' awesome Zod story arc.
• Wherever Lois ended up, she met Superman
• Chloe does move into the Watchtower, set it up as such, and make it her apartment. With that, since "Clark Kent" is "dead," let's leave the farm behind, and when "Kal" stops pouting up at the Fortress, let's get a Metropolis apartment.
• You killed off one canon, so give us another — MAKE PERRY EDITOR IN CHIEF.
• Clark wears the glasses
• Clark officially joins the Justice League and dethrones Oliver.
• Pull Gotham in. I understand that Bruce is off limits, but that doesn't mean the rest of Gotham is.
• Even less meteor freaks. Plz.
• The promised cameo from Annette...I want Martha's opinion.

Profile Up

2009-05-11T06:04:50Z

Well, this is the first thing that's really bugged me about Dreamwidth...I don't have full HTML control on the profile page. Frustrating much.

Essentially, my profile can't be as pretty as I want it to be.

But it still looks okay, I suppose

starrylites starrylites

Disney and Other Animated Meme - Sorry for the Spam, guys

2009-05-07T20:29:17Z

"X" what you've seen, "O" what you haven't finished but saw sizeable portions of, leave blank what you haven't seen at all. Bold what you loved and strike through what you didn't like.

Classic Disney
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[X] 101 Dalmatians (1961)
[X] Alice in Wonderland (1951)
[X] Bambi (1942)
[X] Cinderella (1950)
[X] Dumbo (1941)
[X] Fantasia (1940)
[X] Lady and the Tramp (1955)
[X] Mary Poppins (1964)
[X] Peter Pan (1953)
[X] Pinocchio (1940)
[X] Sleeping Beauty (1959)
[X] Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937)
[O] Song of the South (1946)

Disney's Dark Age (what a terribly unfair title, LOL)
-----------------
[X] The Aristocats (1970)
~~[X] The Black Cauldron (1985)~~
~~[X] The Fox and the Hound (1981)~~
[X] The Great Mouse Detective (1986)
[X] The Jungle Book (1967)
[X] The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977)
[X] Oliver & Company (1986)
[X] Pete's Dragon (1977)
[X] The Rescuers (1977)
[X] Robin Hood (1973)
[X] The Sword In The Stone (1963)
and since the other two are here...
[X] Bedknobs and Broomsticks (1971)

The Disney Renaissance
----------------------
[X] Aladdin (1992)
[X] Beauty and the Beast (1991)
[X] A Goofy Movie (1995)
[X] Hercules (1997)
~~[X] The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)~~
[X] The Lion King (1994)
[X] The Little Mermaid (1989)
[X] Mulan (1998)
~~[X] Pocahontas (1995)~~
[X] The Rescuers Down Under (1990)
[x] Tarzan (1999)

Disney's Modern Age
-------------------
[X] Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001)
[] Bolt (2008)
~~[X] Brother Bear (2003)~~
[X] Chicken Little (2005)
[X] Dinosaur (2000)
[X] The Emperor's New Groove (2000)
[X] Fantasia 2000 (2000)
[X] Home on the Range (2004)
~~[X] Lilo & Stitch (2002)~~
[X] Meet the Robinsons (2007)
[X] Treasure Planet (2002)

Pixar
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[X] A Bug's Life (1998)
[X] Cars (2006)
[X] Finding Nemo (2003)
[X] The Incredibles (2004)
[X] Monsters Inc. (2001)
[X] Ratatouille (2007)
[X] Toy Story (1995)
[X] Toy Story 2 (1999)
~~[X] Wall-E (2008)~~

Dreamworks
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~~[X] Antz (1998)~~
[O] Kung Fu Panda (2008)
[] Madagascar (2005)
~~[X] Over the Hedge (2006)~~
[X] The Prince of Egypt (1998)
[X] The Road to El Dorado (2000)
[X] Shrek (2001)
[X] Shrek 2 (2004)
[] Shrek The Third (2007)
[] Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002)

Don Bluth
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[X] All Dogs Go to Heaven (1989)
[x] An American Tail (1986)
[x] An American Tail: Fievel Goes West (1991) (This isn't technically Bluth, but I'll be lenient)
[X] Anastasia (1997)
[X] The Land Before Time (1988)
~~[X] The Pebble and the Penguin (1995)~~
[X] Rock-a-Doodle (1991)
[X] The Secret of NIMH (1982)
[X] Thumbelina (1994)
[X] Titan AE (2000)
~~[X] A Troll in Central Park (1994)~~

Stop Motion
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[O] The Adventures of Mark Twain (1986)
[x] Chicken Run (2000)
[X] Corpse Bride (2005)
[O] James and the Giant Peach (1996)
[X] The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)
[X] Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit (2005)
[] Coraline (2009)

CGI Glut
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~~[X] Happy Feet (2006)~~
[] Monster House (2006)
[] The Polar Express (2004)

Imports
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[] Arabian Knight (aka The Thief and the Cobbler) (1995)
[O] The Last Unicorn (1982)
[] Light Years
[] Triplets of Belleville, The (2003)
[] Persepolis (2007)
[] Waltz With Bashir (2008)
[O] Watership Down (1978)
[] When the Wind Blows (1988)
[O] Yellow Submarine (1968)

Studio Ghibli/Miyazaki
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[x] Grave of the Fireflies
[x] Howl's Moving Castle (2004)
[x] Kiki's Delivery Service (1989)
[x] Laputa: Castle in the Sky (1986)
[] Lupin III: The Castle of Cagliostro (1979)
[] My Neighbors The Yamadas
[O] My Neighbor Totoro (1993)
[] Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind (1984)
[] Only Yesterday
[] Pom Poko (Tanuki War)
[x] Porco Rosso (1992)
[x] Princess Mononoke (1999)
[O] Spirited Away (2002)
[O] The Cat Returns
[] Whisper of the Heart

Satoshi Kon
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[] Millennium Actress (2001)
[] Paprika (2006)
[] Perfect Blue (1999)
[] Tokyo Godfathers (2003)
[] Memories - "Magnetic Rose" (1995)

Shinkai Makoto
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[] She and Her Cat (1999)
[] Voices of a Distant Star (2001)
[] The Place Promised in Our Early Days (2004)
[] 5 Centimeters per Second (2007)

Other Anime Films
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[] Akira (1989)
[X] Appleseed
[] Appleseed: Ex Machina
[] Arcadia of My Youth (U.S. Title - Vengeance of the Space Pirate)
[O] Cowboy Bebop: The Movie (2003)
[] The Dagger of Kamui (U.S. Title - Revenge of the Ninja Warrior)
[] Dirty Pair: Project Eden
[] End of Evangelion
[] Fist of the North Star
[] Galaxy Express 999
[] Ghost in the Shell (1996)
[] The Girl Who Leapt Through Time
[] Lensman
[] Macross: Do You Remember Love (U.S. Title - Clash of the Bionoids)
[O] Metropolis (2001)
[] Neo-Tokyo
[] Ninja Scroll
[] Patlabor the Movie
[] The Professional: Golgo 13
[] Project A-ko
[] Robot Carnival
[X] Robotech: The Shadow Chronicle
[] Silent Mobius
[] Space Adventure Cobra
[O] Steamboy (2004)
[] Sword of the Stranger
[] Unico and the Island of Magic
[] Urotsukidoji: The Movie
[] Vampire Hunter D
[] Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust
[] Wings of Honneamise: Royal Space Force
[x] Fullmetal Alchemist: The Conquerer of Shamballa
[] Escaflowne: A Girl in Gaea

Cartoons For Grown-Ups
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[] American Pop
[] The Animatrix (2003)
[] Beavis & Butthead Do America (1996)
[] Cool World
[X] Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within (2001)
[] Final Fantasy: Advent Children
[] Fire & Ice
[] Fritz the Cat (1972)
[] Heavy Metal (1981)
[] Heavy Metal 2000 (2000)
[] Hey Good Looking
[] Lady Death
[O] A Scanner Darkly (2006)
~~[X] South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut (1999)~~
[] Street Fight (AKA - Coonskin)
[] Waking Life (2001)

Other Animated Movies I Can't Categorize
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[O] Animal Farm
[] Animalympics
[] Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon The Movie
[O] Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker
[X] The Brave Little Toaster (1988)
[] Bravestarr: The Movie
[X] Care Bears: The Movie
[X] Charlotte's Web (1973)
[X] FernGully
[] G.I. Joe: The Movie
[] Gobots: Battle of the Rock Lords (Starring Will Swenson?)
[] He-Man & She-Ra: The Secret of the Sword
~~[X] The Hobbit (1977)~~
[X] The Iron Giant (1999)
[X] Justice League: The New Frontier
[O] Lord of the Rings
[] Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland (1992)
[X] My Little Pony: The Movie
[] Pink Floyd's The Wall (1982)
[X] Powerpuff Girls: The Movie
[] Quest For Camelot (1999)
[] Ringing Bell
[] Rock & Rule
[X] Space Jam
[] Starchaser: The Legend of Orin
[X] Superman: Doomsday
[X] The Swan Princess (1994)
[] Transformers: The Movie (1986)
[] Wizards
[X] Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)
[X] Wonder Woman
[] Balto

"Memories"

2009-05-07T20:01:38Z

I know better than to look at this stuff when I'm already in a bad mood (I promise, it wasn't the disorders).

So I was looking at facebook and one of my friends birthday wall posts from a couple of days ago. From a "friend" of ours (who I will be calling R), this showed up:

A----!!! Hey, happy birthday! Do you remember that birthday ages ago when K---- and I dressed up and kidnapped you and threw you a surprise party, but J---- ruined the surprise cause when we got you, he was like "hi P----!", yeah, good times!!! Haha, that was so much fun!!! I love ya and hope you have a fantastic day!!!

Yeah, okay, that's cute, fun little memory, blah blah blah.

The story as Ashley remembers it:
- The Sunday before, K walks up to me and says "Hey, we're throwing A a surprise party on Saturday. Meet out at R's house at [whatever time it was] and we'll go get her."
- 11-year-old Ashley thinks "Oh boy! I'm getting included for once!" so I said I'll be there.
- The week went on and I was excited, blah blah blah.
- Saturday, I get over to R's house a couple of minutes EARLY to see their BMW (Big Mormon Wagon) pulling out of the drive. R rolled her eyes from the front seat and looked back at K in the back.
- I climbed out of the car and walked up tot he back passenger door.

Me: Hey, weren't you gonna wait for me? I'm here on time.
R&K: *silence*
R's dad: Hop in, Ashley. We'll see what we can do about finding stuff for you dress up in to be a ninja spy.
Me: Okay!
K: We don't have any more. R and I used them all.
R: Yeah.
Me: Well, can I have a bandanna?
K: It doesn't matter! She'll still recognize you! You have to stay in the car, and BE QUIET! We're gonna be so angry if you ruin this!
Me: *climbs to the back of the van (which was a long way back; 15 seater), folds her arms, and doesn't talk on the way over*

- The kidnapping goes as planned, minus J's outburst.
- I'm still sulking in the back.
- R pulls A's blindfold off and she laughs, haha, funny joke, nice one, guys, goes to climb out of the car and spots me.

A: Ashley, I didn't know you were here, too!
Me: *shrugs*
A: Why didn't you dress up and kidnap me, too?
Me: *climbs out of the van* Because they told me to be here at [whatever time it was] and I was here early and they were already leaving; I'm assuming I was invited to the party but not to the kidnapping.
K&R: *don't argue*
A: Oh. *goes inside like nothing*

Later K's mom was talking to me about this incident, maybe that next Sunday, and she told me that it was a matter of they planned the party and they were entitled to do the kidnapping. Since I had no love for K's mom anyway, I snapped back with something like they ALWAYS leave me out and they COULD have included me in the planning and I would've been happier had I not had an invite at all than to have them disgusted that I'd made it there early.

But what can I say? This is the same group of friends that senior year I decided to give them an opportunity to throw me a surprise party since I'd always just planned my parties a month or so in advance by default. So I stayed quiet, didn't mention my birthday, there were whispers going on, I was hopeful that I was in fact getting a surprise party and they, hey, they did care enough about me to throw one, and then a week before my birthday I was bombarded by "Ashley, aren't you having a party? When's the party?" After I drug out of them that they were planning a party and then forgot how close my birthday was and "didn't know who to invite anyway" they scratched the idea, I informed them I wasn't having a party because it's not like they cared enough anyway. Again, no argument.

I had awesome friends growing up. And I'm so glad that now that we're adults, R no longer even remembers my presence at that party! Forget that Ashley went and kidnapped, too, it was K and I!

I need to leave my bedroom. My mood is not improving.

I promise, I'm not grumpy that I'm not seeing Star Trek tonight. Well, I am, but that's not causing the mood.

[fic] Bluretto Flashes (1/?)

2009-04-25T17:55:20Z

Title: Bluretto Flashes
Author: Ashley starrylites
Rating: PG-13 for groping
Category: AU Smallville
Characters: Red Blue Blur and Stiletto
Word Count: ~600
Spoilers: Stiletto obviously ;)
Disclaimer: Red Blue Blur and Stiletto are creations of Smallville, which I am not affiliated with.
Summary: During last week's episode, I was thoroughly amused by the sudden influx of "Bluretto" shippers on the internet. This is going to be a series of flash fictions (never anymore than 1000 words each) and not necessarily connected to each other. It is up to you to decide if it's an AU Smallville world where these really happen, or if I'm just a silly Bluretto shipper that Chloe found on a message board :)

Stiletto stood in the alleyway waiting for Red Blue Blur to show up. A note on red and blue construction paper was hard to take seriously, but she knew those notes were always true to their word. She swallowed and kept shifting her eyes to the street, afraid that if someone couldn’t see her cape and black leather they would mistake her for a damsel in need of a mugging. This was not the night for that.

A familiar whoosh swept around her and another piece of paper showed up in her hands. It was hand-written, which surprised her, and Stiletto couldn’t help but smile; he had cute handwriting. APT 30, Cinnamon Tree Apartments, 24th and Center. She had to wonder how he found all these random empty apartments, but what was the point in asking? He wasn’t going to answer.

She was his no-strings-attached, off-the-record, girl of choice. He seemed keen to keep it that way by not saying anything that could be put on the record. Not that Stiletto cared.

She folded her new note and stuck it between the leather and her bra, taking off at a quick pace, heightened by clicking heels and rubbing leather.

Stiletto arrived at the apartment and went up the stairs, checking each floor for the number 30. Six flights later, it was the last one down the hall and around the corner. The floor creaked underneath her, and her heel pushed a knothole through to the hallway below. She winced and tried the doorknob. It turned, the door announced her presence, and she walked in. Not a sliver of light came in from the windows; she couldn’t see what was over the top of them, but every time they met, he made absolutely sure he wasn’t seen.

Strangely enough, though, Stiletto always pictured a red jacket and blue t-shirt. It was completely silly; why would he wear the exact same outfit every time they met?

The door clicked and immediately arms wrapped around her from behind. “Well, hello,” she whispered, leaning back against him.

“Hello, Stiletto. How are you?” His voice was deep, but not scratchy, familiar, and yet completely foreign.

She turned around in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck she couldn’t see that but sat about an inch above her head. “Always better when I get to—hear you.”

Red Blue Blur chuckled and kissed her softly. Stiletto had absolutely no idea where his mouth was, but without fail when he kissed her, he got it spot on, every time. It was a reminder that he was a real superhero and she was not, and it made her jealous. Though not too jealous; she did get to kiss him after all.

His lips fell away, leaving her with nothing beyond his arms for comfort in the total dark. Stiletto pulled her hands off his neck to run down his chest. Another t-shirt. Always a t-shirt.

His mouth found her neck, and he nipped at her pulse. She moaned and felt his lips curve into a smile. “You’re ambitious tonight,” she said, fanning her fingers over his chest.

He chuckled. “Just getting comfortable with you.” His hands left her back, and he shifted to stand to the side. His hand rested on her stomach and crawled up to her chest. Excitement swelled within her; this was the night they were taking it farther. The instant his hand squeezed her breast, however, he was gone. One last whoosh, her hair blown up all around her face, and it was over. She was alone, again, in the quiet dark.

He wouldn’t be back, not for another couple of weeks.

Lois Fanvid - "I Stand"

2009-03-06T18:16:26Z

I deviated from my norm, everyone. Well, not very far since it is still Superman. However, it is a crossover, so we've got clips from Lois & Clark, Smallville, STM, Superman II, The Donner Cut, SR, and Superman: Doomsday. Phew!

But it was fun. And it's always fun to try and get into Lois' head, and it's even better that her head works the same way in every incarnation.

P.S. No, none of my videos go up on YouTube anymore. My YouTube account is now completely personal because I was tired of audio and/or video disappearing.

"You're a Liar"
Live again soon.

"How Could You Leave Us?"
Live again soon.

The Clana Resolution Pool

2009-01-31T23:54:23Z

I'm not a betting person, however...

Word on the street is the February 5th airing of Smallville is the final appearance of Lana in the show. That also means the relationship with Clark and Lana has to come to a close in some shape or form. This pool is all about the means to the end.

We do not discriminate against ships. Lois/Clark, Clark/Chloe, Lois/Ollie, Ollie/Tess, even Clark/Lana...you are more than welcome to throw in your vote.

Don't worry, you can give the same answer as someone else; we will not force you to give a different answer.

The stakes: your pride in the fandom
The winnings: the pride of getting it right, and probably a nifty banner

Ready to place your bet? Use the form below:

Once you have completed casting your vote, make our little game known:

1. An unfortunate event involving Kryptonite (generic). (3)
2. Painful death that CK actually sees - she dies IN HIS ARMS.
3. An unfortunate event involving Kryptonite through Lex's doing. (6)
4. Something horrible involving Kryptonite, and Clark will witness it.
5. An unfortunate event involving Kryptonite and Lana's transformation into SV's Kryptonite Man.
6. Lana loses her memory of the last 7 years and doesn't remember who Clark is.
7. Lana sacrifices herself to save Clark.
8. Death, probably by Doomsday. Clark sees it and uses it as a motivation to try to take Davis down.
9. She loses those powers because of kryptonite, Lois comes back and kick ass harder than Lana, and Clark realizes Lois is The One! (Lana doesn't have to die) (2)
10. Brave, and selfless Lana will weather the kriptonite storm which should kill her, but her death will be as ambiguous as the death of any soap opera character. (2)
11. Krypto-poisoning so then she loses her powers but he loves Lois so she disappears into the world unknown.
12. Clark realising the danger he causes again.
13. Clark will realize after Lana gets hurt that he can't put her in that kind of danger anymore and decides to end it and they go their separate ways. He feels guilty.
14. Clark realizes they are not meant to be together and he made that clear and they parted as friends. (3)
15. She leaves; plain and simple.
16. An unfortunate event involving Kryptonite through Lex's doing that makes Lana sacrifice herself for Clark.
17. Lois comes back, kicks ass in some way and/or discovers information about Lex and/or Doomsday. Clark realizes, as most of us have, that Lois > Lana, probably after some heartfelt speech from Chloe. Also, Lana dies... for real this time.

New Vid!

2009-01-28T05:49:33Z

Hey, pics of my room to come soonish. :) I have a desk now :)

But, first, my project while I waited for the Staples guys to deliver my desk. I finished a video for like the first time in two years!

So be nice...this is my first Smallville video, so I'd appreciate you being nice to me...and hopefully Warner doesn't take this one down; three of my vids have been removed in the last couple of weeks :(

| download (iPod format) |

P.S. I love the screencap they chose, haha.

Look, guys, I'm still HP squeeing

2008-11-14T21:41:54Z

I finished my icons. I'm much calmer...amazing what icons can do to me ^_^

We had to walk from one of the St. Paul's tube stations across that bridge (pedestrian traffic only) to the Globe to see Merry Wives of Windsor.

Okay, so the American's amused. Humor me!

Resources

2008-10-30T18:09:19Z

brokendogma
candycrack
chaoticface
charlieandi
coloured_skies
discolore
dulcesuenos
dustypaper
erniemay
evastefania
eveningwalk
fuzzystuff
gothic_mischief
hel_lansky
iconographer
innocent_lexys
killabarbie
lookslikerain
monstreum
piemin
samuraiblues
ohfreckle
serene_infinity
sixtysixheavens
skybound2
spooky_window
tove_91
unvital
vol4itca
wolfbane_icons
worship_elle
x_cielogris
xaddictionsx
yunhe

Because...

2008-10-29T16:30:11Z

Most of the friending memes don't really tell me if I have something in common with the person; really, I just find out if our fandom tastes run the same way. But we all post about a whole lot more than just our fandoms, right? You might even find a new one if you find something who is a lot like you with similar tastes.

So, you should all know how these things work by now. Copy/paste the form into a comment on this entry, and then search through the people to find new friends!

Name/'Net alias:

Age:

Location: (be as general or specific as you want)

Your type of blogger: (RL stuff, lots of memes, political, ranty, fandom only, creative stuffs, etc.)

Top 5 comedy movies:

Top 5 serious/dramatic movies:

Top 5 "they don't fit in either of those categories" movies:

Top 5 fandoms:

Top 5 ships:

Favorite ways to waste time on the computer:

Non-computer hobbies:

Occupation/school major/favorite subjects:

If I could have any job I wanted, I would be a...

If I had to give myself a disclaimer, it would read:

Post a pic, fav icon, gif, video link that amplifies something about you:

Oh yeah, if you want this to be fun, you've gotta pimp it out!

[fic] Kiss-A-Thon (1/1)

2008-10-11T16:36:18Z

Title: Kiss-A-Thon
Author: starrylites
Category: Pick your favorite, although as usual it rings truer to L&C than anything else.
Rating: PG - for intense kissing, ha
Word Count: 1350
Summary: Lois Auctions off some kisses for money.
Author's Note: This is perfectly silly, so just enjoy =D

Also, this is part of the Clois 100 challenge on 12days_of_clois

[ here ]

Icontest Awards

2008-10-07T17:23:10Z

I need a new post. The old one is huge and well...old. Ancient even.

bosworth_stills

celeb20in20

cloisicontest

grafx_challenge

hogwarticontest

keira_stillness

pickmybest

stockstatic

supermangrandic

[fic] Identities (4/?)

2008-08-20T22:51:55Z

Title: Identities
Chapter: Chapter 4 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 1
Fandom: Superman movieverse, Batman movieverse, and a little alternate DC thrown in for good measure
Rating: PG (for now)
Word Count: 2000
Disclaimer: All these guys belong WB and/or DC, not me.
Spoilers: SR and DK spoilers, so consider yourself warned.
Summary: Batman and Superman come to an agreement, and Jason spends an interesting night with Clark.

Batman waited in the same warehouse as he and Superman had agreed on the first time. They had neglected to set a time past “after dark before I need to go on my rounds,” but Batman couldn’t help wondering if Superman was late. Then again, when you can travel faster than sound, is there really any such thing as late? He was sure there was, but without making a conscious decision, he doubted it very much.

The warehouse was dark, the only light shining in from the low-light lamps on the street. It was not the best part of town, but the criminal populous ignored the old warehouse; having Batman raid the place on ten successful occasions tends to do that to a hideout. Still, it didn’t hurt to have spy cams running, nor to have C4 packets sprinkled in catastrophic corners.

Batman heard a loud swoop followed by gust of wind. Too fast to be picked up by the motion detectors. It was impressive. He stepped out of the shadows into one of the slivers of light. “Superman.”

“Batman.” Superman stepped forward, just far enough into the light to give his blue eyes a simple gray color. “I have considered your request. I have no doubts it was a difficult decision for you to make.”

“It was. Generally my kind would never turn to a boy in tights for help.”

As Batman expected, Superman ignored the insult. “Your kind?”

“We without superpowers.”

“Oh. Yes. I will point out that Green Arrow wears tights.”

It was Batman’s turn to ignore him. It was a simple statement of very little value, but it was a message. If Batman was not going to play totally fair, neither was Superman. It didn’t seem to be in the boy scout’s character, but Batman had a feeling it would not take long to be able to deduce even a piece of the man behind the suit.

“Did you make a decision?” Batman asked. A trash can tipped over outside, followed by the scuffling of feet much to small to be a human. A moment later his motion detector went off, showing an outline of a cat. Identified: Feline. Note: Not Catwoman.

Superman raised an eyebrow at the device for a brief moment and cleared his throat. “I have. I have decided this situation could very likely get out of hand, and you will need backup.”

“Good. I will be sending you a message in a high radio frequency within a few days. It will give you instructions on how to reach the Batcave. No one else will be able to hear it but you. I will only send it once, so be listening.”

Superman inclined his head. “I understand.”

Batman paused, looking outside to the street lamp that was giving them light and the light rain that was starting to fall. “Will I be receiving directions to your fortress?”

“No.” With that, he was up and out, back through the same hole in the roof, again without setting off the motion detectors.

At least they were clear on the no expectation of friendship unspoken agreement.

***

Clark sat in his Gotham Palace Hotel suite, looking out over the dreary city. He understood why Batman felt the need to act as darkly as he did, but Clark felt no satisfaction in the work Batman did; Gotham didn’t look any better. Gotham deserved a better life than what it led, and it deserved a superhero that didn’t have to break the law. Constantly.

And he had come into the lion’s den with the woman he loved and their son. If he had to guess, Lois was probably safe; she was headstrong enough that any Amazon would be honored to include her in their ranks. But Jason? Jason was going to be a whole lot harder to hide, and a whole lot harder to keep safe. That was the scary thought: Jason would be harder to keep safe than Lois. There was some serious horror in the very idea of that statement.

When Jason had first told him that he was coming to Gotham with them, Clark had been excited. That was time with Jason without Richard’s presence. It wasn’t so much that he changed his behavior around Jason without Richard, but there was something easier about it, something that allowed him to feel a whole lot more like a father.

There was a fumbling at the door of his room, the sound of a card being pulled in and out of the slot one, two, three times before it opened. Jason walked in looking sheepish. “Wrong way, but I got it.”

Clark smiled. “It’s okay, just gives me more warning before you get here.”

Jason gave him a glare very much learned from his mother then smiled. “Thanks.”

Lois followed a second later, carrying Jason’s duffel bag. “Why he couldn’t do this himself is beyond me, but hey, what are moms for, right?” She flopped it down onto the second bed in Clark’s room, and looked at Jason. “You’re sure you want to spend the nights with Clark instead of me?” She was trying to sound upset, but Clark could tell she wasn’t very.

Jason grinned again. “I think you’ll be okay without me.”

Lois laughed, that intoxicating laugh she usually reserved for accomplishments. Jason got it more often than anyone else did. Lois leaned over him, looking like a true mother, and gave him a defensive hug; she frequently did. Jason pulled away, pretending he didn’t like it. “Well, Clark, thank you for putting up with him.”

“Hey, Lois, you know I never have to put with Jason. We have fun when we get time together.”

“Yes, Clark, I know, but I still appreciate it.” She ruffled Jason’s hair, then resituated her dress. “Well, you boys have fun. I’m off to Wayne Enterprises.”

Clark turned his chair around and gave Lois a look, resisting the urge to sound more like Superman. “Gee, Lois, why would you want to go to Wayne Enterprises?”

Lois shrugged and put on her best innocent smile…which looked about as guilty as they come. “Seems silly to come to Gotham and not at least try to get an interview with Bruce.”

“Bruce? You’re on a first name basis?”

Lois didn’t give a response, just smiled and gave a half wave. “I’ll see you boys later.” And just like that, Lois Lane was off to storm Wayne Enterprises. And Clark swore to himself.

It was apparently out loud. “What was that for?” Jason looked at him curiously.

Clark met his gaze and laughed. “Oh, just your mother going off to get in trouble. It’s never a good thing.”

“I guess that’s true.” Jason grinned. “So, what have you got planned while we wait for her to get in trouble?”

Clark smiled.

***

Much to Clark’s surprise, Lois never did yell for help, at least she hadn’t by midnight. Gotham was too busy and too loud to be able to pinpoint her voice, but her heartbeat he had memorized a long time ago. He kept his ear on it, and it hadn’t sped up much since she left; whatever she was up to in Bruce Wayne territory, she was behaving herself.

Meanwhile, he and Jason had a quiet night. He considered going and doing his rounds in Metropolis, but with Lois in Gotham, he figured the greater risk for something to go wrong was there, not at home.

Jason had been asleep for a couple of hours, sleeping soundly in his bed. Clark occasionally smiled over at him, enjoying having his son so close, feeling even slight responsibility for him. It was nice to feel responsibility for someone other than a trouble-making Lois.

After a quick check to make sure Jason was asleep, Clark spun out of his work clothes and into a t-shirt and boxers, turning off the light to slip in between his own covers.

Clark hadn’t been in bed ten minutes when Jason yelped. “Clark! Help!”

He was on his feet in a split second, but Jason wasn’t under his covers. He looked around the room, heartbeat going faster than it had in a long time. Then, he looked up. Jason was suspended in the air, his body hovering just below the ceiling. “Jace, how’d you get up there?”

“I—I don’t know! I wake up from dreams like this sometimes, but usually I fall as soon as I wake up. Why am I still up here?”

“I don’t know…” Clark frowned. Anytime he had woke up floating as a kid, he too had just fallen back to his bed, just like any other kid who jumped in their sleep. “Jason, I want you to relax—“

“I’m ten feet off the ground and you want me to RELAX?”

“Jason, really, you can relax yourself off the ceiling, I promise. Just concentrate on your bed and getting back to it.”

Clark watched him nervously, and saw him squint his eyes shut tight. It was a look of too much concentration, and if he tried to get down concentrating so hard, he wasn’t going to make it. It was the same problem as overthinking a test problem only to get it wrong. “Concentrate” had been a bad word choice.

“Clark…I’m still UP HERE!”

“Jason, don’t yell, these walls aren’t very thick.”

Case and point, just a moment later he heard rustling in the room next door; Lois had come home when he wasn’t listening. “We don’t have very much time, so please, just relax and let your body carry you back down. It won’t be that hard, Jason, really.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I can’t relax.”

“Stop—“ Lois’ door opened. “—Trying. Don’t try, and it’ll go faster.”

“WHAT?!”

Lois had Clark’s spare card out, got ready to stick it into the door, and Clark sighed. Thinking fast, he rushed up to the ceiling, grabbed Jason, yanked his glasses off the nightstand, and sat down on Jason’s bed with Jason in his lap. Jason looked less than thrilled.

Lois got the door open and burst in, pounding the light switch. “What is going on in here?”

Clark looked between Jason and Lois and he smiled lightly. “Jason just had a pretty vocal bad dream, Lois. We’ve got it taken care of. He was hard to wake up.”

Jason looked up at him before looking at his mom with a shrug. “Sorry I woke you up, Mom.”

“I wasn’t asleep yet. I just barely got home.” Her gaze kept shifting between the two of them, almost as if she expected one of them to crack.

“Oh? Well, did you have fun at Wayne Enterprises?” Clark asked conversationally.

Lois gave him a look to mean there was going to be no discussion of the type and he left it alone…for now. “We’re sorry if we scared you, but everything should be all right now. You just ahead and go to sleep, and we’ll climb back into bed, too.”

“Really, Mom, it was just a bad dream. I’m fine now.” Jason nodded.

Lois was still eyeing them suspiciously, but after another ten seconds of stare down, she nodded and walked out the door.

As soon as she was gone, Jason looked up at Clark exasperatedly. “Did you seriously have to wait til the last second to get me down?”

Clark shrugged. “I was trying to teach you to do it on your own.”

“Next time, just get me off the ceiling. Leave the teaching for later.” His tone was tired, but Jason smiled.

Clark nodded and smiled back.

[Fic] Identities (3/?)

2008-08-15T23:25:29Z

Title: Identities
Chapter: Chapter 3 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 1
Fandom: Superman movieverse, Batman movieverse, and a little alternate DC thrown in for good measure
Rating: PG (for now)
Word Count: 1200
Disclaimer: All these guys belong WB and/or DC, not me.
Spoilers: SR and DK spoilers, so consider yourself warned.
Summary: Richard and Lois face the reality of Jason's school incident, Diana gets a stern talking to, and Clark has a little 8-year-old's wit to worry about.

Lois stood in Richard’s office, leaning against his desk and looking down at him. He was leaning back in his chair, breathing in and out deeply. Admittedly, she wasn’t sure really what to do; Jason’s suspension due to the superpowers was not sitting well with him. Lois leaving for an unknown amount of time was sitting even worse with him. But how could she help that, either one?

Richard sighed and shifted to lean forward against his desk. “You tell me, what do you think we should do for Jason?”

“I think we need to ask him what he wants. He’s the one who is being punished for something that as of yet he has no control over. I think he deserves to give us his say.”

“Lois, he’s eight.”

“All the more reason we need to give him the option.”

“Lois…” He sighed and rested his head in his arms on the desktop.

She frowned and bent down beside him. “Richard, why are you so worried about this?”

He took a moment to respond, and Lois felt her heartbeat speeding up. These conversations always made her nervous; they always made her fear that things were going to go terribly wrong. Finally, Richard looked back up at her. “I feel like every time Superman has more to do with our lives, the less I have to do.”

“Oh, Richard—“

“Lois, you love him. You still haven’t married me. Don’t you think I’ve noticed? The closer Jason gets to having to need Superman, and he will need him eventually, the less important I am. I don’t know what to do, and you never give me very much comfort.”

She didn’t, and she knew it. She wanted to marry Richard, but something inside her wouldn’t let her. Essentially, she loved a stranger -- Superman, not Richard -- and she was afraid the day would come when she would know that stranger better and she’d want to be with him. As much as she loved Richard, something connected her to Superman, though she didn’t know what it was.

“I’m sorry, Richard,” she said quietly.

“Yeah, I know.” He stood up and started out of the room.

“Where are you going?”

“To talk to my son.”

***

Diana settled down on the stone steps of the palace upon her return from Gotham. She was feeling -- excited. Something about her confrontation with Batman had excited her, and had given her even more drive to do what was right; these people had disturbed their paradise, and now they deserved punishment.

Diana’s bare feet tapped against the stone and marble floor as she walked into the throne room and bowed before her mother. Hippolyta motioned for her to rise and Diana did so with a nod. “He is a simple man. He will not be a problem against our forces. Gotham will be ours.”

“Good.” Hippolyta was a proud and stern woman, but not without her sense of fun. Granted, most of the time her idea of fun included some form of male torture, but she never tortured without purpose. If she was torturing him with weapons, he had earned it. If she was torturing him sexually, well…he was born a man, after all.

Diana hesitated slightly, then said, “The Batman does really want to help, though. Very ideal, more than I am used to in a man.”

“Many of them are idealists, Diana. He will prove to be a nuisance and nothing. Have our spies picked up any evidence that he’s been speaking with the superpowered men?”

“Not so far, Mother.”

“Good. It would be best if it stayed that way.”

“Mother, with all due respect, if he were to call on the help of even five of those so-called heroes, we would still be able to overpower them easily.”

Hippolyta stood and took Diana by the shoulders. Diana held her ground, without letting the queen intimidate her. “Diana, my dear, you are underestimating them. You always have. If Batman chooses to call on the Kryptonian alone, we will need to be ready.”

Diana took her mother’s hands off her shoulders and turned to face her. “He’s just one man. We are many.”

Hippolyta looked hard into Diana’s eyes, and Diana had to fight the desire to tear her eyes away. It had been hundreds of years since she had felt any kind of fear towards her mother, but that didn’t mean that stare downs had become any easier. “Diana, this is one of the many reasons I worry about the day when you need to take the throne from me.”

Diana slimmed her eyes to slits and backed away. “You are growing softer and softer.”

“You are growing colder. We are attacking Gotham to make an example. We cannot hide on the island anymore, therefore we need to show that we are a people best left alone. That is the only reason we are doing this. We are not starting a crusade against the world of men.”

Diana had a hard time not asking “Why not?” but she managed to hold it back. It was obvious that even if she did suggest it, it would do no good; her mother was in no mood for listening.

When she didn’t object, Hippolyta’s shoulders dropped a bit and she breathed with slight relief. “You are dismissed.” Rather than waiting for Diana to leave, she walked out behind the throne and around to the royal chambers, leaving Diana by herself in the throne room.

***

Jason walked back into the Planet with his dad, who smiled warmly at him. Watching his dad return to his office, his mom waiting for him, Jason really had no desire to go see them. Clark was sitting over at his desk typing at his computer, and he really would rather talk to Clark.

He walked over to him and hopped up on Clark’s desk, who smiled but otherwise didn’t acknowledge that he’d shown up. Jason was used to this. “Hey, Clark.”

“Hey, Jason. Long time no see.”

“Liar.”

Clark smiled a little again, but still faced his computer.

Jason watched the words show up on the screen for a minute. “Hey, I’m going with you and Mom to Gotham.”

“You are?” Clark asked, betraying what Jason liked to think was excitement. “Well that’s wonderful! You can help me keep your mom in line.”

Jason grinned and sat up a little bit straighter. “You know how much I love doing that. Do you think Mom will let me spend a night in your room? I think that would be fun, don’t you?”

Clark reached forward to ruffle his hair. “Yes, Jason, I think that would be a lot of fun. We’ll ask her, okay?”

“Okay.” Jason leaned forward, closer to him, pausing before saying anything again. “Do you think we’ll see Superman in Gotham?”

Clark turned his chair away from his computer, and Jason inwardly grinned. He loved to throw Clark off with those questions. It was fun.

Clark cleared his throat before looking Jason in the eyes. “Why would Superman be in Gotham, Jace?”

Jason shrugged, but smiled as he jumped off of Clark’s desk. “Oh, I don’t know, but with the way trouble follows Mom and all that he’d have to come to Gotham, you know?”

Clark smiled again, but this time it wasn’t the usual warm smile. “I suppose that’s a good point. I’m sure if we need him, he’ll show up.”

“I’m sure, too. Well, bye, Clark!” Jason threw him one last grin and hopped back to his dad’s office.

When he looked back at Clark, he had shut down his computer, and he was staring blankly at his desktop.

[Fic] Identities (2/?)

2008-07-27T12:13:47Z

Title: Identities
Chapter: Chapter 2 | Chapter 1
Fandom: Superman movieverse, Batman movieverse, and a little alternate DC thrown in for good measure
Rating: PG (for now)
Word Count: 1800
Disclaimer: All these guys belong WB and/or DC, not me.
Spoilers: SR and DK spoilers, so consider yourself warned.
Summary: This is the stroke that hit me upon seeing Dark Knight. I give you my version of the beginnings of the Trinity as it would exist within the movieverses.

“If I may say so, sir, do you really think that you can manage a working relationship with someone like Superman? He doesn’t exactly -- do things the way you do them.” Alfred was always concerned about what Bruce could and couldn’t do. It was natural, of course; it was one of the many reasons his father had hired in him the first place. To tell Bruce what he could and couldn’t do. At least there were no ‘I told you so’s just yet.

Bruce lounged in the study, turning his nose up slightly. They’d been back in Wayne Manor for nearly eight months, and yet it still smelled like fresh paint. A step up from the former asbestos stench, he supposed. Alfred was sitting in his usual armchair across the room. When Bruce wasn’t around, he did tend to lounge in it, but with Bruce present, he sat up perfectly straight, back not touching the chair.

Bruce twirled the brandy in his glass, staring at the liquid for a brief moment. “I don’t have a choice, Alfred. The Amazons have made it perfectly clear that they’re going to attack Gotham. Gotham crimelords I can handle, the occasional psychopath is easy enough. An army of women who can fly with the strength of a hundred men? I don’t think so.” He downed the rest of his drink.

“Master Bruce, please, think reasonably. I’m not saying your way is better or his way is better, but your methods don’t mesh at all. What will happen the first time you run into a disagreement while fighting? There is a reason you choose to work by yourself.”

“A common goal, Alfred. A common goal is the best we’ve got.”

“It may not be enough. If you’re going with common goals, then you might as well fight with the Amazons. They’re attacking to keep their home safe. You’re defending to keep your home safe.”

Bruce glared. “They are not the same thing.”

Alfred did not look convinced, but was smart enough not to say so.

Bruce stood and sighed. “I’m going to bed.”

“At seven in the morning?”

“You act like it’s unusual.” Bruce smiled, waved a bit, and ascended the grand staircase to his bedroom. At least it didn’t still smell like paint.

He yawned upon entering his bedroom, and walked over to the drapes to pull them closed, flooding his room in glorious darkness. He turned to pull his shirt off, but thought better of the movement when he felt something cold and pointed against his neck.

He took a deep breath and remained calm. “And what have I done to offend you?”

“Nothing yet. But you plan to.” Her voice was melodic, mesmerizing. There was also a hint of danger, very much like the tone that Catwoman loved to speak in. However, Bruce had a feeling that this one was deadlier than his feline foe.

He tried to look back at her, but she tightened the knife against his throat. “Let me guess: am I speaking to the beautiful and deadly Diana of Themiscyra?”

“Don’t flatter me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Can I turn to face you?”

She pushed her knife in further. “No.”

Bruce grimaced. “Silly me. Listen, Princess darling, I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m not going to attack you.”

Diana laughed hoarsely. “It’s too late for that. You see, if you weren’t Batman, like I know you are, you wouldn’t know who I am.”

“Ah, but obviously I wouldn’t try and lie out of the obvious. What I said was I’m not going to attack you.” Acting fast, Bruce twisted and ducked, kicked her feet out from underneath her, and grabbed her knife by the blade. He flipped it just high enough to grab the handle, stepped on her legs at her knees, and held her with the knife just below her neck. “But I will defend myself, and I will defend my city.”

It was too dark to see her face well enough, but Bruce could at least tell that she seemed stunned. Her eyes, however, were glared nearly to slits. “Protecting this city isn’t worth it. They loathe you, they hunt you, and yet you protect them when they aren’t looking. Such a stupid idiotic waste.”

“This city needs me, whether they appreciate it or not, and you have no right to attack us for being smart enough to find your protected island.” He pressed the blade against her throat. “Rather than staying cooped up all these years, maybe you should have been paying attention to what we’ve been doing.”

Diana growled, turned her body to the side, freeing her legs, and kicked Bruce in the legs. The movement made a slit against her throat, but she ignored it. Bruce grunted as he fell against his balcony door, and he put Diana’s knife up in front of him for defense. She stood over him, legs spreas, eyes burning. “We’ve been watching. The discovery of our island was purely a mistake.”

“A mistake? Is that what your mother told you? Diana, my dear, we’ve gotten smarter, face it.”

“Silence!” She kicked his hand, prying the knife out of his grasp, and picked it up off the floor. “I came here to warn you. Don’t fight us. If you do, you will die.”

Bruce shrugged. “I’m going to die anyway.”

“We shall speed up the process.”

“Suit yourself.” Bruce smiled at her. His stumble against to the balcony door had moved the curtains enough to let in a good slit of light, and he could now see his opponent well. She was gorgeous. Her hair fell around her face and shoulders in loose curls. Her skin was well-tanned, and immaculate. She wore what he could only guess was ceremonial armor: well-molded breastplate with intricate flowers and filigree, armored skirt with the same pattern to her mid thigh, a light silky skirt clinging to her skin underneath, and a regal maroon cape draped at her shoulders. Her feet were bare; they were so beautiful they didn’t need any embellishment. She was the image of a Greek god he had always fantasized.

Diana obviously knew what was going on in his head. “Don’t get any ideas. You’re never touching me.”

“That’s what you think.”

Diana glared again. “You have your warning. If you still choose to fight, your death will be on your own head.” With that, she lifted her feet off the ground and pushed the balcony doors open, whooshing out of sight.

Bruce stayed on the ground for a moment. “Damn.”

***

Lois sat staring at her computer, almost as if it was going to give her an answer at any moment. But what computer had the answer to, “Do I tell my son that his father’s Superman? How much longer can I delay it?”

Naturally the problem was simple: Jason’s smart. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that he’d done things that weren’t possible for any human being to do. How could he not know that? But how do you tell your son the man you’ve been living with as his father -- that you still haven’t been able to bring yourself to marry -- was only a man willing and in the right place at the right time? The question haunted her, and the so-called story she’d been staring at on her computer was a whole three lines long. At least Richard had enough sense to know that this time, he needed to leave Lois alone. This was her decision to make.

The elevator chimed, and Clark got out. That elevator had come from the roof; before she’d taken to staring at her screen, she’d been staring at the elevator. He’d been talking to Jason again, something he’d been doing more and more, especially the last couple of months. He smiled in his Clark way with a cheesy hand wave, and tripped over to his desk.

It wasn’t even five minutes later when she heard, “Lane! Kent!” She had the desire to tell her boss not today, but it didn’t work that way. When you got an assignment with Clark, you didn’t argue; you just did it. So rather than growling and refusing to go, she sighed and stood up. Naturally, Clark ran into her back.

“Oh! Oh my, Lois. Gee, I’m sorry.” He smiled and brushed her shoulder off a little bit, as if it was a strange form of peace offering.

“It’s all right, Clark. Don’t worry about it.” She smiled and then started walking to Perry’s office. She caught Richard’s gaze, but his expression was unreadable. She looked ahead again.

Clark cleared his throat and came up beside her. “Well, but see, I do worry about it. I seem to run you into more often than I don’t and well, that’s very clumsy of me and I should be able to pay more attention and -- well, heh, be able to keep myself from running into you. There really is no --“

Lois turned around and smiled at him, putting a firm grip on his arm. “Over-winded apology.”

Clark smiled awkwardly. “Right. Sorry.”

She smiled again and stepped into Perry’s office, trying to look calm and unbothered by Jason. Perry knew that Jason had been suspended for causing a fight, but no one had shared that his eight-year-old nephew had in fact not started a fight at all. Lois took a deep breath. “Yes, Perry?”

Perry’s gaze switched from Lois, to Clark, and back again. “I’m sending the two of you to Gotham on extended assignment.”

Lois frowned. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know, Lois, but there’re rumors, rumors that something big is coming to Gotham. I want you both there. I want you to get to the nitty gritty, I need Kent to be your conscience.”

“How long? Richard’s coming, right?”

“No, Lois. I need him here.”

“Perry!”

“You’ve got a cell phone, don’t you? And don’t worry, Kent will look after you,” Perry said. Lois took a quick glance at Clark, who grinned with a shrug. “I need him here, Lois, and I need you in Gotham.”

Lois put her hands on her hips. “You don’t even know why you’re sending us to Gotham. Clark can go, discover the Gotham night life, have a little fun for once, and when he catches wind of something call for me.”

“No,” Perry said emphatically. “You will dig something out of the darkest corner. Clark, no offense, would take over a week longer to find something than you would.”

Clark nodded. “More truth to that than I like.”

Lois sighed and shook her head. “Why now, Perry? I’ve got enough to deal with right now.”

Perry gave her a hard look back. “Take Jason with you if you have to, Lois. Get him out, maybe it’ll clear his head, but I need you in Gotham. Your current situation with Jason is not going to get you out of going.”

Lois nodded and nervously fiddled with her glasses hanging at her neck. “Got it.”

[Fic] Identities (1/?)

2008-07-25T23:50:38Z

Title: Identities
Chapter: 1/?
Fandom: Superman movieverse, Batman movieverse, and a little alternate DC thrown in for good measure
Rating: PG (for now)
Word Count: 1200
Disclaimer: All these guys belong WB and/or DC, not me.
Spoilers: Superman Returns spoilers for sure, Dark Knight eventually
Summary: This is the stroke that hit me upon seeing Dark Knight. I give you my version of the beginnings of the Trinity as it would exist within the movieverses.

Superman stepped into the deserted warehouse, scanning and x-ray scanning for movement and life. He found one, just as planned; his associate had brought no one with him. It was nice to occasionally have a meeting in which the other person actually kept their side of the bargain. Neither Superman, nor Clark Kent, were used to that.

A shadow moved out of the darkness and came to rest against a nearby crate, a shadow cast against it from the seeping moonlight through the rafters. Curious, he wanted to see who this man was, but he held the investigative reporter at bay; Clark Kent would get all the information he needed soon enough.

“Thank you for coming,” the shadow growled at him.

Superman inclined his head. “It was my pleasure. You spoke of some urgent business you felt we needed to discuss?”

“Yes.” The shadow said nothing else, and briefly Superman worried that he would not elaborate. Then the figure stood straighter and started to pace in the shadow of the crate. “I regret to admit that I need your help. My skills will not be enough to face this threat, and Gotham is not the only target. I am sure Metropolis, New York, and Washington all have to fear, too.”

Superman folded his arms and stood a bit straighter; he had slouched into Clark’s hunch. “What is this threat you are so concerned with?”

Batman finally exposed himself from the shadows, and for a moment Superman was surprised to see that the man matched his height. Actually, as he came closer, Superman could see that he was every bit as broad shouldered, similarly built in the chest, and had hands just as massively large as his own. This man was no fraud; he had worked his body into that shape, and he had to maintain it. Superman couldn’t help but be impressed.

Batman stopped about two feet in front of him and held out a book Superman hadn’t noticed before. It was a mythology book, opened to a page near the front. The Amazons. “This is our threat.”

Superman raised an eyebrow. “A myth?”

“Not myth, Superman. Fact.” He snapped the book closed. “Ruled by Hippolyta of Shakespearian fame, daughter Diana at her side. They are vicious flying warriors with year-long PMS, and American engineers accidentally stumbled upon their island.”

“Themiscyra.”

“Yes. You know your Greek mythology then? I wasn’t expecting an alien to keep up on Earth ancient history.”

Superman found it best to ignore Batman’s comment.

Instead, he cleared her throat. “What plan of action do you have?”

“None so far. My sources know the scientists that found the island were from Gotham University. Our understanding is they have—“

“When you say ‘our,’” Superman interrupted, “are these people trustworthy that you have taken into your trust?”

“Yes.” He stood like stone, his gaze even colder. After a moment, he continued. “They have decided to aim for Gotham first, as the initial target. I find it highly unlikely that they would stop at Gotham.”

“And you need airborne power.”

Batman inclined his head. “Yes, that would be preferred.”

Superman nodded once. “I’ll see what I can do. Meet me here again tomorrow, and we’ll discuss this partnership further.”

And he was off. Superman needed to do some research, and Clark Kent could do so inconspicuously.

***

Jason White was no bully, but as he looked down at his sleeve and the dried blood on it, he felt like one. He had been trembling ever since it happened at lunchtime, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to show his face at school the next day. Maybe, if he asked nicely, he could convince his parents to let him do home school, or switch schools. That sounded all right, but what if it happened again?

He closed his eyes and let the wind cover his face. He loved the top of the Daily Planet, loved just looking up and staring at the globe. He found comfort in the quiet turning of the tell-tale emblem. He was afraid to go back downstairs; when his dad had picked up him up, he looked anything less than happy. It was not something he really wanted to face, especially when it hadn’t been his fault.

The door opened and Jason jumped to his feet, immediately relaxing when he saw a man in a dark suit, wrinkled shirt, and heavy glasses. Clark Kent was never something to be worried about. Actually, most of the time he made things a lot better; he had the right charm about him.

Clark approached Jason, his hands in his pockets. “So your mom told me that you knocked a kid out today? What happened?”

Jason frowned and looked down to the street below. “We were playing touch football. I went to touch him, but he dodged me, and I ended up skidding into him. I knocked my shoulder into his face, broke his nose, and knocked him unconscious as we fell to the ground. I -- got suspended for causing a fight.”

Clark frowned and slowly moved closer to him. Jason had never understood why, but any time Clark decided to come closer, usually followed by sitting next to him, Jason felt at peace, or got an overwhelming feeling that everything would be okay.

As if on cue, Clark took a seat on the wall next to him. “Jason, it was an accident. You didn’t cause a fight, and that’s what is important, right?”

“I guess so,” he said quietly. He looked up at the older man and frowned. “Can I ask you a strange question? Not strange, exactly, but not normal?”

Clark shrugged and pushed his glasses farther up on his nose. “I think I’ll be able to handle it, sure.”

Jason blinked, watching him. Why was it Clark never stuttered in front of him, but in front of his parents or his Uncle Perry he was a mess? “Okay,” Jason started, breaking to take a deep breath. “Why do you think my parents haven’t bothered to tell me that Superman is my father?”

A breeze rippled through, sending Clark’s messy hair into a messier state. He was staring at Jason seriously, as if debating exactly how to answer that question. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. So he did know.

“So did they tell you?”

“Not -- exactly.”

“But he is my father, isn’t he? I’m not crazy?”

Clark smiled and ruffled his hair to the point that their hair matched in messiness. “You are definitely not crazy, and eventually they’ll either tell you, or something serious enough will happen that they have to tell you.”

“Do you think today was serious enough?” He looked hopeful.

Clark didn’t seem to have an answer for him. Instead, he took Jason in his arms and hugged him. Although it was usually Clark’s answer for the difficult ones, Jason never complained. Something about Clark’s hugs made the world a bit brighter.

Ha!

2008-06-16T04:45:43Z

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Being Mutt Williams (1/?)

2008-06-16T02:06:47Z

I've been working on this for a couple of weeks, so I don't know if this enough to call a chapter, but I like it.

Title: Being Mutt Williams
Chapter: 1; prologue
Fandom: Indiana Jones
Setting: Post-KOTCS
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1650
Notes: So I've decided Mutt's voice is really fun :)

Field Study

I am happy to report that I am now in my second semester at Marshall College. This means that I have survived the Introduction to Archaeology class taught by Dr. Henry Jones, Jr. Dad's class sucked. That wasn't Dad's fault, mind you. Actually, I was always thoroughly entertained, loved the lectures (assuming he hadn't told it all to me the night before) and learned a lot from him. I'll give him that, even if he was a pain when it came to homework.

No, my problem came from my fellow class members. See, although there are very few female archaeologists in the world, there seems to be a ten to one ratio of girls in his class. A couple of them confided in me that they found Dad to be perfectly dreamy, and I had chills for a good couple of hours after that. That's just sick, you know? Do they have any idea how old he is?

Well, apparently they figured it out. It was about three weeks into the semester that I started to have a problem that was a whole lot more difficult than meeting Dad's reading comprehension requirements. All the sudden it seemed to dawn on every one of the girls that the Henry Jones on the class role just might be related to the professor.

Dad, being the kind and loving father that he is, did not help. One day after class one of the girls walked up to him, to give him an apple (yeah, don't ask), and she asked about me and if I was his son. I wanted to hide in a corner, but the room having its raised desks the way it did, there was no good corner to hide in. So I stood there dumbly, and Dad sent me that crooked smile of his, and then told this girl that I was in fact in his son. She squealed and the next day I had twenty apples on my desk. I also lost all respect from the other two guys in the class with me.

But that's history, you know? Only three of those girls are moving on to our Research and Field Study Fundamentals class. We cap at twenty, and I'm hoping that most of the students from Dad's other sections will also be boys. With any luck, I'll have a chance to gain some kind of dignity back. Besides, the Ox is teaching as a visiting professor, what could possibly go wrong?

***

Everything.

The first day of classes were fine. Syllabus day is the perfect day to scout out the class, look around the room, and generally not pay attention at all. Of course, I got chewed out by Ox for not really paying attention to him, but that's to be expected, and after I bought him lunch, we were fine.

Second day of classes, on the other hand, was a nightmare. Ox had been going over archaeological dig etiquette and then he looked straight at me, not saying anything until I looked at him first. "Mr. Jones?"

I smiled, being a little too cocky with my posture. "Yes, Dr. Oxley?"

"Why don't you share with us your mistreatment of an ancient graveyard in South America. You retrieved a skull from a burial chamber, am I correct?" I was expecting him to smile, but he didn't, and in the meantime, I had had every face turn around and stare at me.

What did he expect me to say? Yes, Dr. Oxley, I mistreated a piece of crystal and a corpse you had already split open? I cleared my throat and nodded. "Well, I suppose it could be called mistreatment, but we were looking for something specific, found it, and left with it."

"Ah, so you were grave-robbing?"

"Uh, no, not really. Well, technically if you want to get nasty about it --"

"But you were caught afterwards, weren't you?"

"Well, yeah, by the Soviets."

Ox started to pace in front of class, nodding his head lightly. The class followed his movements, every so often turning around to look at me. The lecture hall echoed with his heavy footsteps and I had a difficult time staying in my seat. Why had he done that? He knew who was first to dig up that grave, he knew that it was us getting captured that saved him and Mom...so what was he so upset about, and why was he deliberately picking on me? It's not like anyone in the room understood our connection to each other, so they surely weren't expecting him to play favorites.

After a long pause, Ox finally looked back at the rest of class with an odd grin across his face. "This ridicule against young Mutt here was to make a point. Those of you who worship Dr. Jones for his good looks and charisma need to understand that he rarely goes through the proper protocol at a site. There are many rumors about the artifacts that Dr. Jones finds and how he gets them, and I would suggest that you believe most of them, but do not assume that archaeology works that way. This class is meant to teach you how to properly excavate, not how to grave-rob. And it is certainly not about teaching you how to look for items that probably don't exist."

I raised my hand to say something, but Ox ignored me and continued on with the rest of the lecture. After he had adequately drilled rule number one of archaeological excavation into our heads -- "Do not remove anything from the site without express permission to do so" -- the class filed out, a few making sure to bash into me on their way out of the door. Once the room was clear, I walked up to Ox and leaned against his desk. "What was that for?"

"What was what for, Mutt?" he asked, in a perfect deadpan.

I sighed. "What was the humiliation for? I already wasn't liked by the guys, but now they're not going to like me that much more."

Ox stared at me for a moment, then nodded and turned away to start cleaning up his lecture notes. "I was doing you a favor."

"A favor? What kind of favor do you call that? That really was no favor. That's going to make this class that much harder for me."

"No, actually, I don't think so." Ox stashed his notes back into a file and pushed it up under his arm. "Actually, I think you'll find that it will be a lot easier from now on."

"Not convinced."

"Walk with me." Ox put an arm around my shoulder and steered me out of the classroom and in the direction of his office. We got a couple of stares, those kind of stares that people give you when they want to know how you got in so well with the professor so quickly; I was still a freshman, after all. "Mutt, listen to me, without getting defensive if that's possible. Because you had to go through your father's class before anyone else, you had a disadvantage to get through. Everyone met you as Dr. Jones' son. You've got to get beyond that and be Mutt, or Henry Jones, or whatever you want to be."

"Not Henry Jones," I answered quickly. I fought off a shiver at hearing my real name.

Ox rolled his eyes and then looked at me above his glasses. "You and your father...but my point is -- well, my point is your classmates were forcing you to ride on your father's coattails, and I just eliminated that. As soon as you start performing well in classes, they won't even remember what happened today.

We stopped outside of his office, which happened to be right next to Dad's. He was in his office, yelling at someone on the phone, his shadow cast against the frosted glass door from the afternoon sun. Ox moved out in front of me and put his hands tightly on my shoulders. The look he gave me was filled with love, that love he had given me all those years when I didn't have a father. Dad slammed the phone back down and tore his glasses off, still oblivious to our presence.

Ox and I both cast a quick glance at his door, and then Ox fixed me with a heavy gaze. "You don't have to be his shadow. And I don't want you to be. Work at it, and I promise, today will have been more than worth it." With that, he gave me a slight grin and ducked into his office.

My eyes turned back to Dad's office door, gazing at the still fresh lettering: "Dr. Henry Jones, Jr. Associate Dean." Everyone knew Dad would eventually make Dean, and that made what Ox said all the more important. I couldn't ride in Dad's shadow. That was the one advantage Dad had that I didn't. He had grown away from his father, so he had found his own way without any help. I, on the other hand, found him, and though we still aren't getting along perfectly, I'm not about to just throw it out the window, either.

Dad came out of his office and pulled his hat on, stopping for a moment to stare at me and raise an eyebrow, as if asking, "What are you doing here?"

I smiled at him. "Came up here with Ox. I was just taking my time to find something else to do."

Dad nodded at me a bit, and straightened his hat. "Well, do you know what else you're going to do?"

I shook my head. "Not yet, no."

Dad sent me a grin and then nodded down the hallway. "Then I suggest we just go home. You ready?"

I nodded and fixed my bag on my shoulder. "Sure, Pops."

Blasted 3rd Quarter move-up

2008-06-14T21:27:45Z

Dear SciFi channel,

Why did you have to move Stargate: Atlantis to be a 3rd quarter start rather than a 4th quarter start? You're now starting the new season when I'm in London. How could you do this to me, seriously? Now I'm either going to have to hope for a TV in our flat, download it off of iTunes the day after, or illegally catch up somewhere.

So inconvenient!

Yours in irritation,
Jenash

snickers

2008-06-13T15:49:18Z

In case you haven't checked itsjustsomerandomguy.

I'm a Marvel, I'm a DC: Hulk and Batman

Also, in honor of my CS3 trial being used up today, three icons for your snagging pleasure

per usual, credit goes to starrylites @ starlit_grphcs

I'm experimenting

2008-05-25T04:16:17Z

So my fanfic muse has been sick for a good long while now, and I decided maybe it was time to try again.

Title: Being Mutt Williams
Chapter: Prologue, rather; character study
Fandom: Indiana Jones
Setting: Post-KOTCS
Word Count 715
Notes: I don't generally write in first person, but this wasn't flowing in third, so anyway, if it gets awkward in places, it's because my first person voice has never been very practiced.

Also, I have no idea if I'll do anything with this, but the character study felt good.

Prologue

Can I just say that life as Henry Jones III is a whole lot harder than life as Mutt Williams? First of all, just look at the names. Okay, Henry Jones III. Let's be honest, that looks like a guy who walks around always dressed in suits with his hair slicked back. Right? Am I right? He's also at least sixty years old. Mutt Williams? Well, he rides a motorcycle, dropped out of school, does whatever he wants, picks and chooses the books he reads.

I know what you're thinking. I'm complaining. Actually, I'm not. I'm just pointing out that my two names really don't have a whole lot to do with each other, and I am struggling to find a happy medium. I'm looking for the Mutt Jones, if you will.

The first stop on the road to becoming Mutt Jones was to finish school. This initial goal was picked for me, and I can't really blame the old man for choosing it. What else would the associate dean of a college expect of his newly-discovered son? Besides, I finished school in the short time span of only four months. Again, when your tutor is an associate dean who can't stand the fact that his nineteen year old son does not have a high school diploma, you have no choice but to move rather quickly.

But Dad's words kept me motivated: once I hit college, I could take the classes I wanted to, and therefore read what I wanted to. This was a lie, of course. So far general education has been every bit as horrible as prep school was, but he seems to think I have enough patience to put up with it.

I've developed another problem, however. You see, those few days we spent together on that little excursion before we found Mom taught me that archaeology is incredibly cool. Cliché to love what the old man and the gramps loved, but hey, sometimes it just works out that way. You see where this is going though, don't you? Who teaches Intro to Archaeology at Marshall College? Yeah, so guess what happens every day at the dinner table?

"Mutt, have you finished your reading yet?"

"Oh yeah, sure, it was great reading."

"What did you think of the --" Well, from here, you can insert whatever you like, but whatever it is, it's something in far too much detail for me to have actually remembered. These conversations generally lead into a lecture on better reading comprehension, followed by Dad pulling some artifact or another out of a hidden closet I hadn't noticed before, finished off with a reminder that archaeology doesn't happen in the library. Well if archeology doesn't happen in the library, why does he expect me to remember the odd little details that I learn in the library?

Mom's answer for this is very unhelpful. "He remembers all those odd little details, so therefore he expects you to remember them, too. That's what finally brought he and your grandfather back together; they each remembered different odd little details and therefore could work together. Assuming they trusted what each other was saying."

In these talks I always want to point out to her that if I recall the odd little details Dad wants me to recall, I will be remembering Dad's details and not my own. But I never tell her; I know I'd get absolutely no sympathy.

But I'm just griping, you know. To be honest, I like my life as a Jones. In fact, now that I know more about the family and what I was born into, I'm awfully proud to be a Jones Boy. Mom keeps apologizing for not telling me the truth a long time ago, and as angry as it made me at the time, I don't think I would've liked Dad as much at first had I known he was my father. I liked him because he was a friend of Mom's that could be trusted. Were he my father who ran off just before the wedding, that probably would not have been the case. That aside, the more I think about being the son of Indiana Jones, the more I love the sound of it.

As long as he doesn't call me Junior.

Superheroes Meme!

2008-03-31T22:51:12Z

snagged from admiral_sab

Superhero Team Quiz

LiveJournal Username

Your Primary Super Power

Cape?

Identitiy

Origin

Location of Head Quarters

Primary Costume/Uniform Colors

Why are you a Superhero?

Your Superheroic Codename

The veteran grim member of the team

snitchkeeper

The sexist and crass but annoyingly effective one

e0wyn

The bright-eyed novice or sidekick

lberghol

The teammate that will eventually go evil or insan

liquidcat

The inept yet determined/reoccurring supervillain

amber_mallis

The sinister Arch-Villain and team's greatest foe

katshakespeare

The perky civilian that keeps getting kidnapped

htbthomas

How often does your team actually 'save the day'?

23%

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