An Open Letter to the Internet

[caitri]

I had a miserable weekend and am in a mood and you are BORING.

Give me fic and memes and stuff PLEASE!!!!!!

Comments

[gadgetorious.livejournal.com]

If I do another meme I think my flist will revolt, but I'll have fic for you soon!

:D

[szkoda.livejournal.com]

Have you ever watched the British (original) version of Coupling? There are four seasons of it posted on Hulu now. It has writing by Moffat, and many of the episodes have me laughing out loud (even when I watch it alone).
Also on Hulu is The Kingdom (Lars Van Trier version) which is fabulous. It's a ghost story of sorts that's set in a hospital. It's weird and hilarious and somewhat unsettling at times. (Very few tv shows are in the same category as this one; Twin Peaks is, but I'm having a hard time coming up with anything else like it...)

In any event, these should give you about 22-23 hours of potential entertainment. :-)

[nikki4noo.livejournal.com]

Coupling is BRILLIANT. Jeff, particularly I have a very soft spot for, so I add my rec to this.

[caitri.livejournal.com]

Yeah I own the dvds of the British Coupling actually.

The people who "adapted" the American version need to be drug out into the street and...and...well something bad anyway.

Duly noted on The Kingdom though! :)

[tocourtdisaster.livejournal.com]

I don't have any completed fic for you, but I do have a snippet of an uncompleted girl!Kirk fic that might cheer you up. Context: Ginny Kirk spends three years not having sex with the people who would one day be her senior officer. This bit is about halfway through the story (though it's actually the end of what I've gotten written so far.)

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Once upon a time, Ginny Kirk made a habit of getting into trouble, both serious and minor, but no matter what, the cops usually ended up involved. Since she’s been at the Academy, though, she’s made a habit of staying out of trouble as much as possible. The stakes are higher now and she can’t afford to be called in front of the Admiralty if she wants out of here next year well on her way to captain.

Ginny thinks of this mindset as pure pragmatism. Bones says it’s late onset maturity, but Ginny shoots him down because, hello? Ginny is not mature, nor will she ever be. Mature is boring.

It’s that mindset that has Ginny taking the Russian kid from the Academy’s satellite campus under her wing when he’s in San Francisco a handful of times during the year. It makes sense; they’re both in the tactical division of Command, though Chekov’s also doing all the navigation courses on top of that, but at least they’ve got some common ground. The kid’s also a champion drinker, which is another something they’ve got in common.

“Ha! I win!” he crows, swaying dangerous from where he’s perched on top of Ginny’s desk surrounded by empty shot glasses, waving his empty beer bottle around like some sort of banner or something.

Ginny takes one last gulp of her own beer before dropping the empty bottle and watching it roll under her bed. “Dammit,” she says, folding her arms and laying them across the top of Chekov’s thighs before dropping her head onto them. “I think I shoulda stopped about twenty minutes ago.”

“You will not be sick on me, will you?” Chekov asks, resting his hand on Ginny’s head, his fingers gently massaging her skull. It’s absolutely heavenly.

“Naw, I’ll be fine, just gimme a minute,” Ginny answers, turning her head a bit to try to get Chekov’s hand on that spot right behind her ear that’s pounding in time with her pulse. Instead, Chekov makes this weird gasping, groaning sort of noise and the magic fingers disappear from Ginny’s head. “Noooo, don’t stop. Feels nice. Feels good.”

“Is inappropriate,” Chekov mumbles (at least that what Ginny thinks he mumbles; could have been anything, though, really, not that she’d be able to tell right now through that accent of his), but he doesn’t try to dislodge Ginny from her rather comfortable sprawl across his lap.

“Whatever you say, s’long as you don’t make me move,” Ginny says, “’cause I’m pretty sure my head might fall off if you did.” Chekov makes a little noise of protest, but Ginny ignores him, burrowing her head deeper into her arms. “Imma just rest here for a while, ‘kay?”

“Why must you rest in my lap? Why not in your own bed?”

“’Cause your lap’s here and my bed’s all the way over there,” Ginny answers, feeling her arms twitching a little as she drifts closer and closer to unconsciousness. “’Sides, I like you, kid.”

Chekov’s hand is on her head again, his fingers carding gently through her hair. “I like you, too, Kirk.”

“That’s nice,” Ginny mumbles, not quite sure if she’s commenting on what Chekov said or the feel of his hand on her head. “Maybe I’ll show you how much I like you in the morning.”

[tocourtdisaster.livejournal.com]

If Chekov answers, Ginny doesn’t hear it because, based on the gap in her memory, she assumes she passes out then. When she comes to, she’s still sprawled across Chekov’s lap, but the sun’s shining into the room, its rays piercing her eyes and causing her already throbbing head to vehemently protest. Chekov’s hand is still in her hair, but he’s slumped against the wall, his breath huffing in a way that could almost be called a snore, but not quite.

Ginny pushes herself upright, her back creaking and her head and stomach protesting fairly violently against any movement; she’s barely gotten her head over the wastebasket next to her desk before she’s throwing up everything she’s ever eaten in her entire life.

When she’s finally done being sick, she just sits as still as possible, forehead against her knees, breathing deeply in through her nose despite the overpowering stench of vomit. After a few minutes, she hears Chekov stirring and then he’s sliding from the desk to the floor at Ginny’s side, his hands rubbing circles against her back.

“So sex is out of the question?” he asks and Ginny can’t help but snort out the least ladylike laugh she’s ever uttered.

“Yeah, kid, sex is out.”

[caitri.livejournal.com]

Poor Chekov. Poor Kirk.

FYI "Ginny Kirk" makes me mentally imagine her as a tall and mouthy Ginny Weasley. This confuses me. ;)

[tocourtdisaster.livejournal.com]

I totally get that, I do, but in my mind (which actually gets explained earlier in this particular fic), AOS Winona and George obviously didn't give much thought to baby names and would've name a girl after relatives, just like Jim was named after his grandfathers. So, I have Genevieve Isabelle Kirk, named after her great-grandmother, instead of Jamie or Jane or any other J name you could think of. Ginny's even phonetically similar to Jim, which is a plus. ;)

(Ginny Kirk is pretty similar to Ginny Weasley in attitude, but looks like Emily Rose. You know, so you have a face to put with the name. ;) )

I've got real meta thoughts on girl!Kirk, too, which I should get around to typing up and posting, just to get my two cents in. I could go on for days about some of the more common genderswap conventions.

[caitri.livejournal.com]

Ooh ooh I want the meta-thoughts!!!!!!!

[tocourtdisaster.livejournal.com]

I'll get right on it, then. ;)