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Brought to you by caffeine, porn, and sundry addictions.

This journal is almost exclusively flocked. Access has been culled. And while it's partly because I rant and rave on occasion, it's mostly just me liking my privacy from the general public.

Also? I'm a control freak. I like having control over who sees what parts of me. *shrug*
I bitch about my legion of muses. I think they spend more time Vacationing in Bora-Bora than Actually Working.
Sometimes I share snippets. When I'm in a good mood, it's smutty.

Feel free to comment and request access. Bear in mind it isn't guaranteed.

My F&F fanfic Cinnamon & Nutmeg has moved over here to AO3. All chapter posts on this blog are being removed and I cannot guarantee their availability, nor will I post further updates here. Make sure you check them out, they've been revised and edited and I'll be posting new content updates (at sporadic intervals to be decided by the muses).

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Once upon a time there a was a bird.
But the bird was born into a skin that didn't feel right.
Wasn't shaped right.
Didn't look anything like it should, in fact.

Bird spent decades listening to others denigrate the shape and look of the skin that didn't feel right. It was too fat, it was too thin, it was too pale, it didn't have enough shape. Was too many hard planes and solid muscle to fit in over there, missing too many pieces to fit in over here.

Finally, Bird drew a picture on its ill-fitting skin so that everyone would be able to see what Bird truly was. To end the confusion. 

It didn't change the fact that nothing about Bird's body looked right. Not to Bird's eyes. And when Bird tried, all that resulted were accusations of ill health, or drug use.

Bird gave up.

Resigned with the fact that the skin would never look the way it was supposed to, would never reflect who Bird truly was.

"I am Bird, I am Dragon, I am Unicorn. I am neutral, I am who I wish to be. I am bigger than my body, don't stand too close. One day soon it will rip, no longer able to contain me."

Rebirth is a bloodbath, dirty and violent and vicious. Bird would stop if it were possible, the repetition gets tiring. Over and over, rebuilding from the ashes, reforming self identity after shedding the viscous sludge others call labels. But still the skin was always there, the same ill-fitting wrong-looking horrid thing.

 Bird stared in the mirror at all the ugly lines that didn't portray what they should. The bit of ink that whispered the truth.
"I guess this is what I'm stuck with."
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All of the entries for this fanfic that were originally posted here have been edited, revised, and in some cases expanded--and now reside over on AO3. Follow this link to the series Cinnamon & Nutmeg.
Any content that was here in this journal is now deleted.
Comments and critique are welcome. I make no bones about the fact that this is fan fiction. The boys and the plot are not mine, though the interpretation and occasional scenes that venture out of canon are. First person isn't for everyone, so be forewarned. The playlist is here. And desperately needs me to go back through it and refresh the links to viable videos. I've cleaned it up some, but it'll be updated again in the near future too.
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Brian’s Impressions
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find that you and I collide
~Howie Day, “Collide”
Chapter 15. )
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Dom’s Reflections
Take what you need, take what you need from me.
~The Goo Goo Dolls, “Stay With You”
Chapter 14. )

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Brian’s Impressions

Dom laughs; I feel the vibration of it in my chest, tighten my arms around the man’s body. Have long since stopped caring what anyone but Dom thinks about things. Well, with the exception of Rome, perhaps. Dom’s fingers stroke my neck, thumb caressing the edge of my jaw. How long has it been since I let anyone touch me? Don’t know. Can’t remember; can’t think with Dom’s skin against mine. Think Dom probably knows it, too – maybe it’s the reason he never included me in the general practices of casual physical contact he used with the rest of his team.

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Dom’s Reflections

Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone? ~ Duran Duran

Brian slides through the turn, tight as you please, Skyline tucked and neat. Big, heavy Chevelle can’t do it quite as gracefully, and I know it. Feel the ass end slide over, the jolt of steel frame on fiberglass. It sends a chill through me.

“You are one quarter mile from your destination.”

I look over at Brian. He’s looking at me.

It’s on, damn it. Show me what you got, snowman.


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Brian’s Impressions

When I was a boy, didn’t care about a thing It was me and this world and a broken dream I was blaming myself for all that was going wrong ~ Papa Roach, “Lifeline”

 “Bring him up, Toretto.” I keep my voice level and even, despite the adrenaline that’s dumping into my bloodstream, despite the pulse suddenly hammering in my temple. My gun dips down toward the floor, the muscles in my arms going lax. It figures he would be able to ferret out the same leads as me, in less time.

I can’t believe he’s dangling the man out the window, holding his full weight like that.

Shit, he looks thinner. Harder. Dominic Toretto, distilled and concentrated. That’s not a good thing. Not in anyone’s world.

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So, it turns out the RTE on LJ works just fine -- if you use IE. :/ Since I prefer Chrome, it took me a while to get annoyed with the lack of functionality, and go hunting for the reason behind it. *pfft* This chap is largely canon, relatively short. One of three I intended to post yesterday. As always, any and all comments/crits are welcome. I don't own them, not making money, and don't mean to imply anything about the sexual orientation of the actors portraying the characters (LOL, I wish!).

Dom’s Reflections

Mia’s broken voice comes over the long-distance connection like a knife. “It’s Letty. She’s been murdered.”

The world just kinda grinds to a halt around me. Noisy crowd fades away. She says something else, but it sounds like I’m at the bottom of a well and her voice is echoing off the walls.

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All the usual disclaimers: don't own them, not making any money. I consider this to be largely canon, although this is of the off-screen nature.

Chapter 9. )
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All the usual disclaimers: don't own them, not making any money, not intended to offend the sexual orientation of actors representing the characters in the movie *lol*
No smut, yet. Getting close! I swear we are! Another couple chapters. And this one's short. Again. Dom's uncooperative. And not very talkative. You're not surprised, are you. No I didn't think so.

Comments, crits and feedback welcome.

Chapter 8. )
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The usual disclaimers, plus an angst warning. This is the first of two non-canon interim chapters, bridging the two movies. Light on plot, heavy on literary interpretation.

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And... a quickie half-chapter. This is Dom, just two pages. A bridge between Brian's previous portion, and the two chapters that follow, that bridge the two movies together in the story's plot. So I'm throwing this out there. It's rough, and after a fashion it's intended to be. Dom's more than just a little frayed, and this day stands out in his mind, as gets explained later, for a lot of bad reasons.

So.... here we go....
Chapter 6.2 )
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This one's been a long time coming, as I've been spending so much of my time and writing effort on my Nano-count. I'm going to try and follow this up with the next chapter too, but I need to look and see if it needs some polishing first. Might be worthless tripeness, but I still have standards and all *lol*

Chapter 6. )
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And, we're back to Dom's POV. Canon takes a massive hike here.
Still no warnings to be seen. Except the usual. You know, I don't own them (a gal can dream though), not making any money blahblah.

<h3>Dom’s Reflections</h3> )
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A/N: Don't own them, not making money. No content alerts for slash.

But! I do come bearing gifts of YouTube playlist. Music I listen to while getting into their heads. I'd posted it in the comments on a previous entry but thought others might enjoy it also. Expanded and reordered a bit.
Embedded here:

URL: http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=13950069643A851B

And... here's Brian's second part:
Brian's Impressions. )

As always, any and all comments and crits are welcomed. And won't be subjected to harsh retaliation. Been writing too long to bother with drama. :)
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And... back to Dom again.
Insert all the standard fanfic mumbo-jumbo here: don't own them, not making any money, it's all for shits and giggles, etc.

Dom's Reflections )
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Dom, Part 1.
Genre: definitely slash, but later. Much later.
A/N: I don't own them, obviously. Brian has enjoyed being uncooperative, so I hope this part works well. Song lyrics are included at the beginning because his character has always struck me as one that feels music as an emotive outlet even if he doesn't consciously acknowledge it. Hope you like. Comments/crits are always welcome.

Brian Remembers. )
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Fanfic: Fast & Furious
Characters: Dom, Brian
Rating: Will vary. May include slash at some future point. Winging it right now.
Author Note/Warning: Don't own them, obviously. Written in first-person narrative style resembling "stream of consciousness", for the purpose of sinking into a character depth that the movie(s) obviously cannot convey. All crits and comments welcome.
We start with Dom... )
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