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Randomness.

2007-02-20T05:47:47Z

I. AM. AWESOME.

Um... not actually. But my MUTATION is awesome. That's right, folks. I am mutated!

Well, not mutated, but I'm pretty damn special. I have sectoral heterochromia, which is a difference coloration of the irises, only partial. My eyes are sort of a gray-green, but one is half brownish-hazel. And it's pretty rare, so I feel special. I'm also one of the lucky ones, 'cause most people with it have these diseases and stuff, and the worst I got is asthma.

And I have a feeling that if I were to be converted into an original character for a fanfiction, I would probably be a Mary-Sue. And that's hilarious.

And to celebrate my specialness, I ranted about decent fanfiction and fandom wars.

Somebody tell me when fandom became such a battlefield. Please. I think fandom wars will be the cause of World War III. I mean, fuck, bombing the shit out of people because they don’t ship canon or whatever. Stupidity. When will people stop overreacting and just realize that there will always be somebody disrespecting/hating on/spoofing their fandoms and ships?

I’ll admit, I get pretty pissed when people attack my fandoms or ships without decent reason. I really have no respect for people who intentionally write parodies/bad!fics that attack my pairing preferences or mock the fandom I’m in. Sure, I’ve written a parody before, but it wasn’t to hate on the fandom. It was to express my dislike of self-insertion/Mary-Sueism. I never plan on releasing it, because I don’t see why it’s necessary to stir up controversy because of my own stupidity and preferences. Yes, I’m referring to the RENT drama a few days ago. The whole thing was unnecessary, and the reactions and arguments were so stupid that it amused me. I’m not going to discuss that any further than this: I could see it from either perspective. Both sides had valid points and I could agree with a lot of what they both said. Overall it was totally pointless.

Onto my next topic. Mary Sues. They are a growing problem in fanfiction, and it sort of aggravates me. Good fandoms should not be spoiled by writing in an original character and suddenly turning all the focus on them. Honestly, what’s the point of it except to live out the fantasies of the writer? If I ever write in an original character, it’s because I desperately need a cameo or a minor role filled and I don’t want to go cliché and use an actual character from the fandom [this is especially true with AU settings]. That’s the only kind of original character insertion that’s necessary for good fanfiction, in my humble opinion.

And now I feel better. Ranting is good for the mind.

Somebody tell me where I can get a life, please.

drugsandhugs @ 2007-02-16T16:54:00

2007-02-16T23:08:40Z

Part one of my Acronym Series. Just a rough draft for Roger's acronym. Thought I'd post it here and hope for some feedback.

DETAILS:

Pre, During, and Post RENT. Mainly preRENT, though.

It gets a wee bit angsty. Just a little.
AND THERE'S SOME VIOLENCE.
And Language.

Roger/April, Roger/Mimi, Benny/Alison, and vaguely mentioned Collins/Person Who didn't make an appearance.

They're just some words I came up with to describe Roger. And I wrote tiny little examples of him being that way.

R is for Responsible.

“Dammit to hell, Tom,” he says angrily, shaking his head subtly. “You are a fuckin’ idiot.”

“I know,” comes another voice, this one raspy and weak. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think to use–”

“Hush. Get some dry clothes on and get your ass in bed. I’ll be in soon.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“No, you can’t. Bed. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Go.” Roger points angrily at a rickety-looking door.

“I trust Benny mo–”

“I don’t give a fuck. I’m the only one here right now, so I’m gonna take care of you.” Collins reluctantly retreats to his room. Roger chokes back a sob and fights back the tears he knows are forming.

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O is for Obdurate.

“No.” A pair of olive-green eyes narrow determinedly.

“Get the fuck out!”

“Not until you tell me what’s going on!”

“My life isn’t your business!”

“Tell me what the fuck is happening!”

“Make me!”

“I will!”

“You can’t!”

“Can’t what, Benny? Make you talk? I sure as fuck can!” Roger’s persistence pays off, and he soon learns of Benny’s secret romance with a rich woman. ‘So that’s where he’s been disappearing to.’ Roger thinks as he silently leaves the room.

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G is for Genial.

“Hey, there!” A stupid grin splits Roger’s face as he addresses the pallid, ungainly-looking boy standing in the doorway to his shared apartment.

“Um... Hi. I’m Mark Cohen.”

“Benny told us. How old are you, kid?”

“Eighteen.”

“Ah. Graduated high school early, now, did we?”

“Yeah.”

After another hour or so of pointless talking. Roger envelops the poor boy in an enormous bear hug. “I get the feeling that you an’ me are gonna get along fine.”

--------

E is for Effervescent.

“Is this normal?” Mark says in a hushed tone.

“Yes.” Benny replies flatly, watching as Roger runs stark naked across the loft.

“Lookit me! I’m Collins! Yay!” All of Roger’s merriment is cut short when runs into something and falls flat on his face.

“You’re too white to be me.” Collins says, ambling over towards Roger and kicking him lightly in the side.

“I can pretend. Stupid.”

“If you’re Collins,” Mark says, “I’m Mister T.” The room erupts into uproarious laughter.

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R is for Radical.

“Yeah! Thank you, Alphabet City!” A Fender Stratocaster is placed unceremoniously onto the stage and Roger jumps forward and into the crowd. Before he knows it, he is crowd-surfing around the entire club, cheering just as much as they are. When he is taken back to the stage, he flips awkwardly onto his feet and takes a bow.

“That was either incredibly stupid or the awesomest fuckin’ thing ever.”

“Did ya Get it on film?”

“Duh.”

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D is for Debonair.

“Hey there,” Roger growls lowly, sliding onto a barstool next to a young redheaded woman.

“Hi,” She says apathetically, swirling her margarita around and focusing on the counter in front of her.

“I saw you look my way during the show.”

“Mm.” She takes a sip of her drink, then looks up. Her grass-green eyes widen slightly as she takes in the sight of him. “Oh, wow, you are that guy!”

They exchange phone numbers shortly after the introduce themselves, and head off to their own homes for the night.

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A is for Amoral.

Roger moans quietly as the needle slips out of his vein. That one was amazing. Better than sex, even. He slowly sets the needle down and shakily gets up off the floor. Where the hell was April?

And within two minutes, Roger finds himself regretting using April’s needle for that last hit.

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V is for Vicious.

“Roger, stop!”

“One more! One last one!”

“No! Please, st–” Mark is cut off by something heavy hitting him in the side of the head. He tries desperately not to fall into the comforting blackness that is forming in the back of his mind. He pulls himself up stares at Roger.

“You deserve it,” Roger sneers, “for taking away my happiness.”

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I is for Impalpable.

“Roger, I don’t get you,” Mimi says with a laugh.

“What’s there to get?” He asks.

“Lots of stuff. Like, for example, why you’re hanging upside-down off my couch.”

“I’m finding inspiration.”

“Must be a macho thing.” She squeals as a throw pillow is tossed her way.

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S is for Sorry.

“If you could do it all over again, would you?” Mark bites his lip apprehensively.

“Huh?”

“If you could’ve, like, turned down April’s drugs, would you?”

“In a heartbeat,” Roger says quietly.

drugsandhugs @ 2007-02-15T10:59:00

2007-02-15T17:00:42Z

1. Leave a comment asking me to interview you.
2. I shall ask you five questions so I can get to know you some more.
3. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions. OR ELSE.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

1. Why are you so awesome? (non-rhetorical)
Because I have a knack (from way back) for finding that one thing that people find amusing/amazing/whatever and using it as a way to delude them into thinking I am cool.

2. Word associate: what do the words "Anthony" and "penis" make you think of?
Adam Pascal's Oh-so-eloquent comment on Anthony's dessert preferences at the Friends In Deed RENT screening/Cast Q&A benefit thing.

3. What is the coolest/randomest/weirdest thing you've ever written?
The coolest thing I've ever written? It's yet to be posted, but my Bohemian Acronym Octilogy (Um... set of 8 fics). The randomest/weirdest? "Zombies!", which I posted a while back but took down to touch up some. I'll post it again when I can re-locate it...

4. Do you think Valentine's Day is a fake holiday and an excuse to sell greeting cards or a day on which we all celebrate love? (Guess which side I'm on.)
That first one. I even wrote a fanfic using Mark and Roger as vessels to express my cynicism about Valentine's Day.

5. If you had to choose one person in the fandom to help you kidnap Adam and bring him to LJ island, who would it be?
Um... Um... Whoever has ropes, handcuffs, and a BSDM ball-gag. ~~I'm so sadistic.~~

drugsandhugs @ 2007-02-13T22:44:00

2007-02-14T04:46:42Z

Title: Generic Spending Holiday
Pairing: Mark/Roger Friendship
Genre: Humor/General
Word Count: 880
Summary: Mark and Roger have a discussion about their least favorite holiday.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Just some fun friendship fluff I wrote up the other day. Pre-released here. It'll be up on FFN tomorrow.

“To loneliness.” A half-smoked Marlboro was pulled out from between chapped lips and placed between an index and middle finger. Two brown glass bottles clinked against each other.

“Amen,” said the one with the cigarette. He placed it back in his mouth and inhaled deeply.

“I hate Winter.” The other man muttered. His attention quickly shifted to the cigarette. “Come on, now, we don’t want you addicted to those things, do we?”

“Oh, like you aren’t?”

“That’s different. It doesn’t matter if I get lung cancer.”

“Yes, it does. It’d kill you faster.”

“Great! I’d get the hell outta this dump sooner,” A pair leather-clad arms flew up into the air, making an emphatic gesture. The beer had been placed down on cold concrete of the rooftop the person in question was standing on.

“Roger, come off it. You know this topic is not my favorite.”

“Oh, here we go with the fuckin’ guilt trip!” The leather-clad one smacked his forehead with his open palm.

“Whose idea was it to come up here on a freezing cold day without winter coats or blankets or something?” A slightly smaller young man in a plaid-print coat bounced up and down, trying to work up some body heat. He stopped his jittering only to take another drag of his cigarette.

“I dunno. Yours?” Roger wanted to say ‘we don’t have any heavy coats,’ but decided against making Mark go insane with worry.

“Why would I come up with something like this?”

“Er... dementia? Or, maybe, impaired judgement due to mass alcohol consumption?”

“You can’t answer a question with another question. And I’ve only had, like, two beers. So shut up,” Mark frowned.

“Still, I think it was your idea.”

“How can you possibly think that when you always say that I bitch about you going outside and shit?”

“Like I said, you probably have dementia. Either that or I’m very persuasive.”

“How about,” Mark snuffed the cigarette out on the concrete before continuing, “C: none of the above.”

“Fuck you.”

“Aw. Love you, too, Rog.”

“Oh, you see through me so easily,” Roger said sardonically.

“Damn straight.” Mark lit another Marlboro.

“Which you are not.”

“Whoa, that was cold,” Mark mumbled through the cigarette.

“Don’t worry. If my girlfriend dumped me for another woman, I’d question my sexuality, too.”

“Piss off.” Mark leaned forward, watching the cars drive by their six-story walk-up.

“Look! A fag smoking a fag!”

“Ha-ha. You come up with that on your own, Chaplin?”

“Yes.” Roger snatched the cigarette from Mark and took a long, deep drag.

“Don’t quit your day job.” Mark smirked at Roger, then turned around. “I’m gonna head inside.”

“No-oo! Don’t leave me!” Roger lamely reached out to grab Mark’s scarf.

“Cough up five good reasons why I should stay.”

“The view, the cigarettes, the booze, the privacy, and me.”

“Whatever. Gimme that back.”

“M’kay. Here’s your cancer stick.” The small white and orange object was handed back to Mark.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” They leaned against the high wall of the rooftop, sharing the cigarette and enjoying the companionable silence.

Finally, Roger spoke. “Hey, Mark?” He tossed the useless cigarette stub to the ground.

“Yeah?”

“I hate this holiday.”

“Join the club,” Mark deadpanned, “We have jackets.”

“Why do you hate it?”

“Because it’s all an industrial scheme to sell bad candy and cheap cards. Any significance it ever possessed is long dead.” He frowned. “It’s another one of those generic spending holidays.”

“Bitter much?”

“Fuck off.” Mark laughed. “Why do you hate it?”

“Because it reminds me that I have some serious bad luck with love.”

“I do, too. I mean, fuck, a lesbian and a transgender!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What? Transgender?”

“Okay, this one chick I dated decided that she wanted to be a boy.”

“At least your girlfriends don’t die and/or leave you for techies and roadies.”

“You're so negative.” Mark flicked open his lighter once again.

“But I’m positive!”

“Roger...”

“Sorry.”

“Mm-hm. Apology accepted. Now let’s get the fuck inside. I’m cold.”

“I gotta do something first!”

“What?”

“What I did last year!”

“... Eat candy?”

“No, dipshit, spend some time in Mimi’s apartment.” Roger smiled sadly.

“She’d be happy that you did.” They began walking towards the exit.

“Yeah.” Roger snatched Mark’s newly-lit cigarette from between his numb fingers.

“What the fuck?” Mark growled. Roger flicked the still-burning thing over the side of the building.

“I’m saving your health. Now get inside and fetch me my guitar. I’m gonna play her song.”

“No. Not unless you start being more nice.”

“Fine, then.” Roger leaned in towards Mark. “Marky, sweetie, can you pretty-please go get my guitar? I’ll love you forever!”

“Somehow I think that even if I don’t get the guitar, you’ll still love me forever.” Mark walked back to the edge of the building.

“Ah-hah. Keep telling yourself that.” Roger grinned. Mark, always the tactful one, picked up Roger’s half-frozen beer and threw it in Roger’s general direction. “Fuck! It’s in my socks!” Roger squealed as the beverage seeped through his worn-out tennis shoes.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Mark leapt towards the stairway and bounded towards the door to their loft, laughing like he hadn’t in months.

“Oh, yeah, totally,” Roger muttered to the open air as he squelched towards the stairwell. “Best ever.”