asimplechord

I wrote fic! This was for riverlight, originally posted at the YAGKYAS comm.

In lieu of goldfish
Brad/Nate, Ray/Walt
2835 words
PG for language
beta by mimiheart, audienced by why_me_why_not and jmc_bks; remaining mistakes are mine alone

Brad is the White House Press Secretary. Nate Fick's the new guy covering the White House for Mother Jones. (A West Wing AU of the pre-slash variety.)

+ The grant is submitted, so at this point there is absolutely nothing that can be added to my work to-do list. This is a good thing.

+ We brewed (I say that, but really A brewed today, a wheat IPA, while I cleaned), and smoked a brisket (beef: not my thing, but it's his, so whatever), and instead of being social, we're going to hang out at our house tonight. Friends are having a party, but one of the people involved pissed me off: last week he told me that my ink "looks nice in comparison to most prison tatts". Uh. Yeah. My response: you are drunk, so I'm going to point you toward your wife (who was also annoyed, b/c he was the designated driver for the evening) instead of shoving my beer and my fist in your face. I just. Yeah. Lots of people comment on my ink, people I know and strangers alike, and mostly it doesn't bother me; I'm patient about explaining what it means if they ask. But for an acquaintance to deliver what he probably meant as a joke in his drunk mind but came off as insult? When he's been semi-insulting to me about them in the past? No. I'm done. He can fuck right off.

+ Mmm, banana bread with pecans.

+ Tropic of Chaos by Christian Parenti. Interesting topic, but a book published by someone who writes for The Nation? I expect to be copy-edited well enough that the South American nation's name is appropriately spelled. Colombia, not Columbia.

+ NCAA lacrosse finals on my TV. MD/VA. Totally making me want to write more about Brad/Nate in the college AU. Y/Y/MFY?

+ Rafa/Nole tomorrow. Breakfast at Wimbledon? We might even have some strawberries to mix with cream.

+ Fireworks Monday at Tinsley Park. We'll probably hang out at the Flying Saucer beforehand, if anyone wants to meet for beers and then walk over by the Allen Parkway.

running in circles

Brad/Nate, 1000 words

for lickingbeads' prompt at lunatics_word's DADT repeal porn fest, but sadly without much porn

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
--Coldplay, The Scientist

( tell me your secrets and ask me your questions )

The Corner of 6th and How To Forget
Walt/Brad || 2637 words || adult
Complete fiction, meant to imply absolutely nothing about any real people whose names or faces served as inspiration.
Nothing but irredeemable porn here. Part of a college AU that is largely unwritten as yet, but should stand alone since there's no real plot to speak of. This ficlet started life as a drabble for pjvilar and schlicky, and grew from there. Inspired by this photo and this NSFW one. Entirely unbeta'd, so hit me up with errors as you see them. Title and cut text from Old 97's Designs on you.


( it'll probably never happen again )

This entry was originally posted at http://favoritemistake.dreamwidth.org/9132.html.

I was thinking about genderswap in GenKill fandom last night. It's really hard for me to see Nate as a girl, I think because in his writing, in OBA, he's pretty clearly settled into his masculinity, looking for the last bastion of masculinity in Recon. (That's not to say it can't be done. It just takes some selling. Or setting in a really really different AU.)

But Brad, whose sisters call him a girl? Who just shrugs and doesn't argue or defend himself when Wright brings it up on camera, in front of the other guys? Yeah.


10 Some things about Bradley Ann Colbert( : )

A Disney AU, where Bravo Company are the characters in The Fox And The Hound, or -- BETTER YET -- Lady And The Tramp.

Best distraction from work ever, y/n?

I drabbled this a week or so ago, when why_me_why_not needed some schmoop for cheering up. I meant to post it then but got side-tracked, and I was reminded of it when I checked Danger Room this morning.


So, here, from the Chart Your Way universe.

( 400 words )

This entry was originally posted at http://favoritemistake.dreamwidth.org/7249.html.

can't stutter when you're talking without words
teen || Brad/Nate || 1231 words
Complete fiction based on portrayals by actors, and implying absolutely nothing about any real, living (or dead) people.
Unbeta'd. I know next to nothing about astronomy and constellations, except that the ones I named do, in fact, exist. Written as comment fic for lickingbeads in response to this not quite work-safe pic. Cut text modified from Suzanne Vega's Solitude Standing.

( I can see by your eyes you've been waiting )

This entry was originally posted at http://favoritemistake.dreamwidth.org/6129.html.

1. I posted fic last night, and then forgot to pimp it here!

Steal (the rhythm) while you can
irisgirl12000 and why_me_why_not
Brad/Nate (Generation Kill) || adult || ~2200
Based on the performances of actors associated with the HBO series, meaning nothing about real people.

Follows Out of sync at the beginning. Porn without much plot, but the little dialogue that is present will make more sense if you've read the previous fic. Title from Soundgarden.

Brad's snoring softly when Nate wakes up. He lies there a while, enjoying the way Brad's body heat keeps the breeze from the ceiling fan from creating a chill.


2. >:/ libraries in NJ

3. :D Books! Chalmers Johnson's new book should arrive on my doorstep tomorrow! It's a follow up to the trilogy about blowback and American empire. Along with it, I'm expecting The Fourth Star. I suppose I should hop to, and finish reading Washington Rules instead of messing about with Inception fanfic, right?

4. The thing that bothers me most about the uproar over Cordoba House is that the people who object most strenuously to a mosque at Ground Zero are the same people who will wave a copy of the Constitution and Bill of Rights in defense of the right to bear arms; somehow they forget that the First Amendment of that very same document guarantees the right to religious freedom. Or, IDK, they stop being strict constructionists and say that the founders didn't mean it the way we're interpreting it. (I sincerely doubt that, since James Madison was part of Jefferson's cohort, and as has been quoted pretty much everywhere lately, TJ's the one who wrote that "it does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no God. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.") The First Amendment also guarantees that if a mosque is built there, haters can protest it to their hearts' content. But still. Muslims have EVERY RIGHT to build a mosque there. Beyond that, I don't see why someone who is not a resident of the area thinks they should have any say in the matter. Who gives a shit what Sarah Palin thinks? Why is Newt Gingrich's opinion important? Do they live there? Are they family members of those who died? Did they suffer when the towers fell? How is their objection relevant in any way?

ETA: ♥ Jon Stewart & John Oliver on this topic. /ETA


5. Also on the political level: hmmm, Stan McChrystal. I can't help but compare a possible political future for him to Petraeus, who vowed once again that he would not go into politics in his interview with David Gregory this weekend. (I was tickled by Gregory's use of Grant and Grant's quotes re: going into politics to broach the subject, esp. since Petraeus has spent a great deal of time reading/studying Grant.)

6. My mom forwarded the address of a cousin who is deployed in Iraq, with the suggestion that he might like to receive some mail. I honestly have NO IDEA what to write. This is a cousin I haven't seen in at least five years, and saw infrequently for the decade before that. I can babble about random stuff, I suppose, but is a guy who's been deployed for over a year really going to give a shit about daily life and family events in the 'burbs, especially for the cousin that he probably only vaguely remembers as being a babysitter and homework-aid when he was a kid?

Because we all know that when I say I'm not writing, it always works out that way. *eyeroll*

This is from the universe why_me_why_not and I have been kicking around. I planned on sending this to her last night after work, but I found a copy of Dereliction of Duty on googlebooks so I could think of different things Brad would've written in the margins, and then I got sucked into reading it.

*facepalm*

ANYWAY.

~*~*~*

Nate's grinning over a neatly written, "that explains a lot" next to Robert McNamara was serving on the business faculty at Harvard University, teaching the application of statistical analysis to management problems. Initially disqualified from military service because of his inability to pass an eye examination, he became a consultant to the War Department to develop statistical controls within the Army Air Corps supply systems when Brad comes in from the garage.

" 'Putting an Ivy League POG in charge of a war is a sure way to fail', Brad?"

"It certainly didn't help matters." Brad must've wiped his hands off before coming in, but there's still a streak of motor oil on the back of one hand. He retreats to the kitchen to scrub it off. Nate follows, bringing his beer and the book, a finger marking his place.

"So, McMaster?"

"Not bad for an Army puke. He makes a valid point."

"It's on the Corps' recommended reading list for colonels and higher ranks."

"Your point?"

"No point. Just... curious."

Nate is forcibly reminded once again, as if the entire exercise of Operation Iraqi Freedom hadn't been an object lesson in the matter, that intelligence is not the sole purview of the college educated or officer class.

"Feel any better knowing that McMaster's advising CentCom and Abizaid in Iraq?"

"Honestly? Not really. I'm still not clear that what we did isn't just going to fuck them and us up for the foreseeable future." Brad shrugs. "But I'm a grunt, and I followed orders. Mission accomplished." The last is spoken in a tone dry as dust, and he washes it down with a sip of Nate's beer.