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sophinisba) wrote2006-09-07 07:33 pm
sophinisba) wrote2006-09-07 07:33 pm
Five things Firefly and Fifteen Faculty
[ETA: sixteen, but I won't change the subject heading because I like alliteration.]
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capra_maritimus Five Things River Tam Secretly Knows about the Serenity Crew. To make up partially for being pretty lame, this one is also an exact drabble. ETA: Read Five Secrets About River (The Just Beneath Surface Remix) by exeterlinden! /ETA
Everyone knows about the noises Kaylee and Inara make when they're together. River knows how quiet Kaylee gets afterwards.
The old man knows her and she knows his face, though she never had a name for him before.
Simon doesn't want babies, but River's not the only one who wants them to be married.
Jayne won't do it. Even he isn't sure, but River is.
Zoe doesn't care so much for her own safety, or she wouldn't be anywhere near Mal. But between rescue missions, with Wash in the infirmary and Mal still with Niska, she sits alone and cries.
Forabsolutefiction, Five Things Casey and His Cousin Did Not Do and One Thing They Did (a few years back)
When they were little they used to play with Legos, but by that summer Casey was into robots and Jenna was, well, not. So they didn't build anything together.
And anyway, it's not like there would've been anything to build robots with up at the lake. They didn't even have computers or video games to keep them busy.
And she wasn't into creepy crawly things, so they didn't collect them, like Casey used to do with Jenna's brother, before he stopped coming to family reunions.
They didn't talk about home, or school, or why neither one of them wanted to go back.
She didn't mind his thing with cameras, she thought it was cute. But she didn't want him taking any pictures of her in her bathing suit, and that's what she was wearing most of the time. So when he got home he got to develop lots of pictures of the cabin, and of the dock, and of the tiny square of dirty sand, but none of her.
He didn't end up with any evidence at all that anything had happened. Not that very much did happen, and, you know, it's not like he needed proof to go showing people or like he would even want to show anyone or anything like that. It's just. Something to keep for himself would have been nice.
Jenna didn't wear make-up, not even lip gloss, so after the kiss she called practice, when he went inside to stare at himself in the bathroom mirror and wonder how he could look exactly the same when he felt in every way different, there was nothing to see, no mark at all. All he could feel was the memory and all he could smell was a smudge of sunscreen lotion, the same brand he'd been wearing already.
Foraprilkat, Five Things Delilah Knows about Casey and Zeke Just from Watching
Casey's camerawork has never been better than that time they did the story on drug use at Herrington High.
Zeke likes watching boy-girl couples fight but turns away when boys beat up on boys.
Bio is the only class they all have together, the only one where Zeke pays attention and the only one where Casey doesn't.
Casey swears at Zeke because he kissed Marybeth, not because of the fake-out or the insult afterwards.
On the ride to his house, Zeke shoves Casey and all the girls in the back seat because Stan is the least distracting.
Forlayne67, Five Ways Zeke Gets Romantic with Casey
He says something so rude and disgusting to Miss Burke, in front of the whole football team, that she has no choice but to break up with him, and then he's free.
He not only fixes the door and removes the alien gunk from the passenger seat, but sweeps the junk in the back seat onto the floor and lays out an old blanket for their love.
He makes a special order from his video supplier and sets aside an evening for the two of them to watch, lying on the couch in his garage, and whatever else might come after.
He fails to pass English, math, and econ yet again, just so they can spend another year together and graduate at the same time.
He names Oscar's replacement Little Casey in his honor.
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capra_maritimus Five Things River Tam Secretly Knows about the Serenity Crew. To make up partially for being pretty lame, this one is also an exact drabble. ETA: Read Five Secrets About River (The Just Beneath Surface Remix) by exeterlinden! /ETAEveryone knows about the noises Kaylee and Inara make when they're together. River knows how quiet Kaylee gets afterwards.
The old man knows her and she knows his face, though she never had a name for him before.
Simon doesn't want babies, but River's not the only one who wants them to be married.
Jayne won't do it. Even he isn't sure, but River is.
Zoe doesn't care so much for her own safety, or she wouldn't be anywhere near Mal. But between rescue missions, with Wash in the infirmary and Mal still with Niska, she sits alone and cries.
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absolutefiction, Five Things Casey and His Cousin Did Not Do and One Thing They Did (a few years back)When they were little they used to play with Legos, but by that summer Casey was into robots and Jenna was, well, not. So they didn't build anything together.
And anyway, it's not like there would've been anything to build robots with up at the lake. They didn't even have computers or video games to keep them busy.
And she wasn't into creepy crawly things, so they didn't collect them, like Casey used to do with Jenna's brother, before he stopped coming to family reunions.
They didn't talk about home, or school, or why neither one of them wanted to go back.
She didn't mind his thing with cameras, she thought it was cute. But she didn't want him taking any pictures of her in her bathing suit, and that's what she was wearing most of the time. So when he got home he got to develop lots of pictures of the cabin, and of the dock, and of the tiny square of dirty sand, but none of her.
He didn't end up with any evidence at all that anything had happened. Not that very much did happen, and, you know, it's not like he needed proof to go showing people or like he would even want to show anyone or anything like that. It's just. Something to keep for himself would have been nice.
Jenna didn't wear make-up, not even lip gloss, so after the kiss she called practice, when he went inside to stare at himself in the bathroom mirror and wonder how he could look exactly the same when he felt in every way different, there was nothing to see, no mark at all. All he could feel was the memory and all he could smell was a smudge of sunscreen lotion, the same brand he'd been wearing already.
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aprilkat, Five Things Delilah Knows about Casey and Zeke Just from WatchingCasey's camerawork has never been better than that time they did the story on drug use at Herrington High.
Zeke likes watching boy-girl couples fight but turns away when boys beat up on boys.
Bio is the only class they all have together, the only one where Zeke pays attention and the only one where Casey doesn't.
Casey swears at Zeke because he kissed Marybeth, not because of the fake-out or the insult afterwards.
On the ride to his house, Zeke shoves Casey and all the girls in the back seat because Stan is the least distracting.
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layne67, Five Ways Zeke Gets Romantic with CaseyHe says something so rude and disgusting to Miss Burke, in front of the whole football team, that she has no choice but to break up with him, and then he's free.
He not only fixes the door and removes the alien gunk from the passenger seat, but sweeps the junk in the back seat onto the floor and lays out an old blanket for their love.
He makes a special order from his video supplier and sets aside an evening for the two of them to watch, lying on the couch in his garage, and whatever else might come after.
He fails to pass English, math, and econ yet again, just so they can spend another year together and graduate at the same time.
He names Oscar's replacement Little Casey in his honor.
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I liked the unique Zekey ways he shows his love in layne's - but, hey, we're missing one! The secret invisible one.
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I'm glad you liked yours. And I mean really, if you were going to ride in a car with those five people, why else would you want Stan to be closest?
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It must be love! :D
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:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
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incest is like that. there together because they can't not be, you know?
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I read it a couple years ago because I was living at home and my mom was reading it for a book group, and I just found out that we're also going to be reading it for a class I have this semester, so I'm excited.
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Prologue
It is so appropriate to color hope yellow, like that sun we seldom saw. And as I begin to copy from the old memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a title comes as if inspired. Open the Window and Stand in the Sunshine. Yet, I hesitate to name our story that for I think of us more as flowers in the attic. Paper flowers. Born so brightly colored, and fading duller through all those long, grim, dreary, nightmarish days when we were held prisoners of hope, and kept captives by greed. But, we were never to color even one of our paper blossoms yellow.
Charles Dickens would often start his novels with the birth of the protagonist and, being a favorite author of both mine and Chris's, I would duplicate his style -- if I could. But he was a genius born to write without difficulty while I find every word I put down, I put down with tears, with bitter blood, with sour gall, well mixed and blended with shame and guilt. I thought I would never feel ashamed or guilty, that these were burdens for others to bear. Years have passed and I am older and wiser now, accepting, too. The tempest of rage that once stormed within me has simmered down so I can write, I hope, with truth and with less hatred and prejudice than would have been the case a few years ago.
So, like Charles Dickens, in this work of "fiction" I will hide myself away behind a false name, and live in fake places, and I will pray to God that those who should will hurt when they read what I have to say. Certainly God in his infinite mercy will see that some understanding publisher will put my words in a book, and help grind the knife that I hope to wield.
Highly recommended :-)
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I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. Specialized readers may have come across me in Dr. Peter Luce's study, "Gender Identity in 5-Alpha-Reductase Pseudohermaphrodites," published in the Journal of Pediatric Endocrinology in 1975. Or maybe you've seen my photograph in chapter sixteen of the now sadly outdated Genetics and Heredity. That's me on page 578, standing naked beside a height chart with a black box covering my eyes.
My birth certificate lists my name as Calliope Helen Stephanides. My most recent driver's license (from the Federal Republic of Germany) records my first name simply as Cal. I'm a former field hockey goalie, longstanding member of the Save-the-Manatee Foundation, rare attendant at the Greek Orthodox liturgy, and, for most of my adult life, an employee of the U.S. State Department. Like Tiresias, I was first one thing and then the other. I've been ridiculed by classmates, guinea-pigged by doctors, palpated by specialists, and researched by the March of Dimes. A redheaded girl from Grosse Pointe fell in love with me, not knowing what I was. (Her brother liked me, too.) An army tank led me into urban battle once; a swimming pool turned me into myth; I've left my body in order to occupy others -- and all this happened before I turned sixteen.
But now, at the age of forty-one, I feel another birth coming on. After, decades of neglect, I find myself thinking about departed great-aunts and -uncles, long-lost grandfathers, unknown fifth cousins, or, in the case of an inbred family like mine, all those things in one. And so before it's too late I want to get it down for good: this roller-coaster ride of a single gene through time. Sing now, O Muse, of the recessive mutation on my fifth chromosome! Sing how it bloomed two and a half centuries ago on the slopes of Mount Olympus, while the goats bleated and the olives dropped. Sing how it passed down through nine generations, gathering invisibly within the polluted pool of the Stephanides family. And sing how Providence, in the guise of a massacre, sent the gene flying again; how it blew like a seed across the sea to America, where it drifted through our industrial rains until it fell to earth in the fertile soil of my mother's own mid-western womb.
Sorry if I get a little Homeric at times. That's genetic, too.
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that's my favorite. there's just something about it. i love it.
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that is so romantic in such a zeke sort of way.
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I identify some with Miss Burke (because I'm a young teacher whose students don't take her very seriously) and I think Zeke's all wrong for her.
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He fails to pass English, math, and econ yet again, just so they can spend another year together and graduate at the same time
Love this Zeke!
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Casey's camerawork has never been better than that time they did the story on drug use at Herrington High.
Bio is the only class they all have together, the only one where Zeke pays attention and the only one where Casey doesn't. *awwwww!*
On the ride to his house, Zeke shoves Casey and all the girls in the back seat because Stan is the least distracting. *slaps brow "Of course!"*
for the way they make me think. Such insight!
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He names Oscar's replacement Little Casey in his honor.
Heee! Brilliant work, as always. Thanks for sharing. :)
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Um, anyway. Please do not worry about missing comments! I am kind of a mess and have still not replied to your and others' thoughtful comments on the Rivendell fic and I apologize for that. I really have no business posting new stuff and asking for fb on it while I leave those hanging. :D All the same, thank you so very much for telling me you read and you liked. *hugs* It is really lovely to hear from you.
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and I get annoyed when other people don't reply to mine, so I do intend to get caught up!