leupagus

Dudes, first off, there are some people who said they were coming who didn't, and y'all missed out, let me tell you what (I am excusing webbgirl from this list because she has the plague). Because, second, we had a blast. I figured we'd spend a couple of pleasant hours talking about fandom - instead we were there five hours and we talked about everything from knotting (mother of Jesus) to the Republican primary (our conclusion was, essentially, we're going to need all the popcorn in the world for this shitshow) to childhood novels/films/TV shows that don't quite hold up to our adult standards (Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar series, I'm looking at you). omendreamer, bmouse, miriad and Lurker Who Supports Me In Email (she doesn't have an account yet, but don't worry, I'm wearing her down) all shrieked at each other for a good long while before we were joined by sir_yessir who came up to our table looking kind of wide-eyed and was like, "Uh. Are you, um, guys, the... internet people?" and I forgot to ask if it was that obvious but yeah. It probably was.

Best part of the evening was when sir_yessir admitted to just getting into SGA fandom, and we fucking pounced. LWSMIE hauled out a notebook and we all started ordering her to put various authors and fics onto the list, and I think at the end there were like four goddamn pages. Poor dude took home homework, and I'm betting all of us are going to be like "SO DID YOU READ 'LADIES NIGHT AT THE BOOM BOOM ROOM' YET OR WHAT?" whenever we exchange emails. Fandom is amazing. Second best part of the evening was me and LWSMIE terrifying everyone else at our table as we flailed over 'The Good Wife,' which is hands-down the best TV show on the air right now. Oh, you disagree? Well you're wrong. But we kept being like, "AND KALINDA AND HER HAIR AND THOSE BOOTS OMG PETER SUCH A DICK BUT I LOVE HIM ALICIA HOW ARE YOU SO PERFECT AND AMAZING EEEEEEELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII OH MY GOD WILL WHAT IS HAPPENING IT'S SO GOOD WHAT" and that's probably the most coherent that we got about the whole thing. But, seriously, watch that show. It's fucking flawless.

Another advantage of meeting up in person? You can talk about all the fandom wank with fucking GLEE, and I do not mean the TV show. I know it makes me a bad person etcetera, but sometimes people be crazy and it's nice to sit around a table and be like, "Yes, in fact there was wank about the Canadian Shack challenge. That happened. God bless the internet." We also talked a little bit about the hilarious round of I'm-Not-Misogynist-I-Just-Wanted-Lori-To-Be-Disemboweled-LOL wank that's going on in H50 fandom, which - there's more than one reason I'm out of that fandom, but that's a big one. Plus there's apparently shitty fic getting written that expresses all this Ladies Suck sentiment, so at least I got a valuable primer on what authors to never, ever read again.

So we continued to shriek as the bar got busier, and dudes, I never knew this, but apparently The Arsenal is trendy - by the time we left there was a huge-ass fucking line of people waiting to get in, and we pretended we were so cool that we were leaving to find somewhere more exclusive. We're none of us actually that cool, sad to say, even though on my worst day I am still cooler than the fratty bro in the I-am-not-kidding driver's cap who was Hey-Gurl-ing at a girl so far out of his league it was like a Pomeranian trying to get with a Thoroughbred.

In short: tonight was amazing, once I again I've proven my scientific theory that fangirls are awesome, and shit, it just occurred to me that we totally forgot to order a round of car bombs - nor did I ever get a chance to pimp people into watching Jonathan Creek. WELL NEXT TIME THEN. Gird your loins, y'all.

So, yes! Meetup this weekend? Again, everyone is welcome, fangirl or fanboy or fanperson or fandango. Although if any fandangos steal my baby I'm going to be pissed.

Please answer to the best of your ability. Also, wtf, for some reason the poll cut off one of my options - it's supposed to say "how incredibly amazing Tom Hardy's ass looks in 'This Means War.'" Although really his ass looks pretty amazing anytime, anyplace. What, I'm not a Tom Hardy fan but I have eyes.

And to any of you surprised that I put in a your mom joke, I can only assume you're new.

So last night was the Meetup of Fannish Delight! We had nine people there, all completely awesome in their own way (bmouse is a Renaissance Man, I can safely vouch) and what's more, everyone indulged me in my drinking challenge, even though at least three of them apparently hate Guiness (I KNOW). Apparently it's not so bad when you chug it with a shot of Bailey's and Jameson's. Who knew?

One thing I want to put out there, and this is going to sound so fucking hippie and new-age-crystal, but whatever: it's so inherently valuable to me to meet fandom people in real life. The sense of community in strictly online fandom is absolutely real, and absolutely amazing, but there's so much potential that's easier to see when you meet someone face-to-face. There were people who I met yesterday who I've interacted with only in comments - in fact one fangirl doesn't even have an LJ! - and getting to meet them and laugh about old X-Files stories and how much cocaine PLenkov is snorting and how much we love this space we occupy online was incredible. There's this sense of seeing one of the most vulnerable sides of a person right off the bat - fandom is, for most of us, something that we keep private from almost everyone we know - and that gives me, personally, a huge freedom when talking to fellow fans. I downloaded an illegal copy of "Deep in the Valley" because Scotty Caan played a porn-cop; you now know pretty much the worst thing I've done. (Lately.) So that means that I have leeway to do pretty much whatever I want in front of fandom, because they might judge me, but they understand me.

Plenty of people with social anxiety or natural shyness or just an aversion to strangers have bravely joined these fandom meetups, and I hope more people, people who think that they can only be liked online, who don't want to risk being thought of as "weird" by people offline, manage to find a way to meet fellow fandom people. If for no other reason than to realize: we're all weird. And we're all awesome because of it.

But yes, we're definitely making this a regular thang - and as before, if you weren't able to get there or you didn't think you'd have a good time, I encourage you to try us out. The next meetup is still in the "hey maybe we should do this again" stages of planning, but apparently it's going to be outdoors because these people, unlike the (lovely and wonderful) fangirls of NYC, are into, like, picnics and hiking and shit. So brb, doing the Stairmaster until I puke.

( So I'm out here in LA... )

In conclusion! We are meeting up at The Arsenal out in West Los Angeles on this Sunday, around 7 pm, and you should totally come! Trin (I get to call her "Trin" because I'm special. Or lazy. Look coding those names is hard OK?) has informed me that the walls of the bar are filled with weapons, which means we're well-prepared in case of a zombpocalypse. On the other hand, please nobody get into a duel or something. FIRST RULE OF FANDOM: NO BEHEADINGS.

Couple of other ground rules. We'll start at #2:

Also, waldorph nutted up and finished the mpreg story! Now we can go back to doing unforgivable things that don't involve wondering how a dude spontaneously grows a uterus.

( Spoilers for more guest stars and pictures of OLough being OLough )

A couple of people were wondering about a fangirl gathering here in LA, along the lines of the terrible get-togethers I threw a few times in New York (found under this tag. There's one girl I'm meeting on Sunday evening, and we thought it might be cool to turn it into a party type of thing. So!

Aww yeah, summertea is coming to visit! I got spoiled when I lived in NYC two years ago; she was living here and inviting me to see bands and generally being awesome. And then I moved away, and then she moved away, and now it's a crapshoot every time she comes to visit as to whether I'll be there too.

But this time! This time she will be here AND I will be here, which, joy of geographical compatability! She also said that since she missed the last fangirl meetup that if I wanted to do an impromptu thing at House of Brews, that I could. To which I said, "Boy, DO I."

So if anybody wants to meet up with us to get your drank on, we'll be convening at 9 pm this Saturday (April 9th) at House of Brews on 51st between 8th and 9th. Please let me know in comments if you're planning on coming so I can get a rough headcount. Imma reserve the Nook Area as usual, it'll be great.

Some general stuff to keep in mind:

Anybody can come! If you've never spoken up on my lj, if you speak up all the time, if I've never met you or known you for years, if you don't have an lj or a dw or a reliable internet connection and just want to meet some fangirls -- you're welcome to join! Last time someone even brought a couple of norms, and though I'm sure they were dazed by the constant discussion of butt sex, they were totally awesome.

We're on a "everyone gets their own check" SOP, so if you order appetizers for the whole table, don't be a dick and insist that everyone give you a dollar or something; either have the appetizer for yourself (which is JUST FINE, I will be stabbing anyone who gets near my fries) or man up and pay for it.

Remember that some of us have social anxiety/body anxiety issues: it's great to be friendly, but don't grab at anybody without their explicit permission.

There've been questions and concerns before about how you recognize fangirls. All I can say is, you'll know us when you see us, trust me.

I shit you not, guys. I SHIT YOU NOT. While all the multitudinous (and totally awesome, I met so many cool people tonight I can't even tell you) fangirls were all crowded around at this bar, the TV screen opposite our table started playing the Criminal Minds episode where Alex O'Loughlin plays a serial killer. I KNOW, RIGHT? So there was like an hour of people alternately watching the TV raptly, screaming at various things that happen in the episode (trust me, a lot of super gross shit goes down in that episode, and if you're wondering, OLough's first aid methods leave a lot to be desired), and debating with each other on whether or not we'd Hit It. Let it be known, y'all, that eleanor_lavish would. I would if it were just a question of how he dresses (since everyone knows I'm terrible at fashion) but I do feel that stabbing people would be a hard obstacle to overcome in the relationship. danacias had to leave our gathering early, but apparently the bar where she went afterward was ALSO showing that episode. IT'S FATE, GUYS. FANGIRLS UNITED BY TERRIBLE SHOWS AND PEACOATED SERIAL KILLERS.

Anyway.

Here's the post I promised y'all so that you can tell everybody who you were and where you were sitting, if you want to get more info about the various people you were chatting with. I am in the lucky, lucky position of being sorry only that I didn't get to chat with enough of you; everybody was awesome and hilarious, and as long as I don't get named as co-defendent on any of the multiple sexual harassment claims that could come out of this evening, I'm happy to have met everyone.

BTW, I was the girl in the black short-sleeved sweater with my hair in a bun, challenging people to drink Irish car bombs with me (only two people agreed to do that, what the eff, guys).

ETA - please refer to other people exclusively by their online handles, unless you're talking about Roommate Kate or anyone else who's specifically okayed that usage.

Okay, I promise that I won't even touch this story until this first season ends, and maybe not even then, because seriously, how many heist-fics is one person going to write. I just... really like them. They're awesome.

Anyway, this is yet another criminal-type AU, this time where Steve and Mary are thieves - their mother Wanda (whatever, I like the name Wanda) was a grifter and left Hawaii with them when Steve was fifteen years old. Right now it's kind of a White Collar fusion, with Danny being a fibby instead of a cop, but that could change. If it makes you feel better, I can tell you that I started this story ages ago, well before Gangster!Danny was even a twinkle in my eye.

Basically I wrote this because I wanted an excuse to bring Jack McGarrett back into the picture, because I feel like his relationship with his wife must've been pretty epic, if it broke him the way it did on the show. This will definitely be Steve/Danny, but knowing me, there'll also be a big Jack/Wanda pairing and, what the hell, Mary/Chin. Is it just me, or does Mary seem like the little black dress and she goes great with everybody?

( Read more... )

So yeah, that happened.

Also, another obnoxious announcement! The fangirl boozefest is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, 8 pm at the House of Brews on 51st Street (in New York City). We'll be upstairs, and I guarantee you'll be able to spot us but if you ask the hostess, it's the Shore party, and they'll be able to direct you to the right group of loud giggly people. Remember, we're all on separate tabs so bring cash or drink/eat enough to put you past a $10 minimum; also you can still RSVP, even if you don't have a DW or LJ account and we've never talked before; I'm asking people to RSVP just to get a good estimate of how many people are coming. So far it's about 16 people definitely coming, and another half-dozen people maybe coming. So we might get a little crowded but that is OKAY. I promise I, at least, do not have any cooties. Any questions, email me at leupagus at gmail; if you're running late or you get lost or whatever on the day of, email me and I can help you out.

It looks like there's about a dozenish people definitely coming to the fangirl meetup on March 5, along with a half-dozenish people who might come. If you haven't voted yet, please do so; there's no time limit, but it'll be good to know how many people are coming. Again, you don't have to be a friend or an acquaintance or even on LJ/DW; you can leave a comment saying you'd like to come, and I'll add you to the tally. All are welcome! Provided you're ready and willing to talk about terrible things like how Steve's SEAL training allows him to give great blowjobs or how Sherlock probably stalks John at the hospital as practice for when he has to track murderers or how there really should be a Merlin/Inception fusion.

And without further ado, here are the details -- which I basically just cut and pasted from our October meetup, b/c it's mostly the same. I should probably be more imaginative when it comes to bar situations.


I'll repost this a few times as we get closer to the time, so don't worry about having to remember this right now. Also, VERY IMPORTANT IN REGARDS HOW WE PAY: I went through the poll and weeded out the people who aren't even coming (which... why did you vote if you're not going to be there?), and it looks like separate checks rules the day. Which means that if you order an appetizer and invite the rest of the table to share it, please do not ask people to pay you at the end of the meal. If you want something just for you, that's totally awesome; God knows I'm like a feral kitten about my food and will probably definitely stab you with a fork if you get near my fries. But trying to split based on percentage of food/drink eaten is part of what got us into a mess the last time; I ended up adding $100 to the tab on top of what I paid for myself because people couldn't agree on how much they owed for how much they ate/drank, and let me tell you, I could've used that money to buy some of my ugly shoes that I like so much. So if it's separate checks, that's the condition. Wow, I sound like a holl monitor. QUIT RUNNING DOWN THE HALLS, I AM NOT TELLING YOU AGAIN.

Seriously, though, it promises to be a great night even though cherrybina has cruelly denied us her presence. screamlet  is making the hike up from her hometown and she's amazing (even though she's shorter than me no matter what she says); Roommate Kate will also be there this time, and she's so much fun she's actually illegal in thirty-four states. (And an animal in the other thirty-four. Twenty-four?) There were a few questions about whether we're really going to talk about jizz etc., to which I say: I can only hope.

...that's just not cool on any level. Plus, it looks like all of New York City is under a snowdrift and there's no hot water at my apartment. I LIKE HOT WATER. IT MAKES ME CLEAN AND NOT-CRANKY.

However! I have wifi and a working computer, therefore, anyone who's around, prompt me please and I'll write what snippets I can. H50 for preference, obv.

ETA: I'm sure this won't come as a galloping shock, but mere and I are canceling the New Year's Eve plans -- at this point I'm not even sure I'm ever getting back to New York, and the snow and such is going to make any party pretty unpleasant to get to. Sorry for all the polling and cockteasing, ladies; but you knew I was Like That when you got with me, I'm sure.

ETA PART TWO, ELECTRIC BOOGALOO: Prompts are now closed, because my flight is leaving soon! Yay! Thanks to all who left prompts, most especially dontneedaclassroom  because OH MY GOD GANGSTER DANNY.

Believe it or not, I have actually gotten requests from some people about doing another fangirl meetup like we did in October. My overarching response has been, "YOU arrange it," because reserving tables and things is annoying. I am not a natural hostess; I like get-togethers, but organizing them pains me right in the butt. The booze makes up for it, but still.

However, since merelyn  is a lot prettier than she is smart, she's been thinking that it would be fun to host a New Year's Eve party. I immediately said, "Haha, a New Year's Party, that's a terrible idea, can I come?" And she said "No," but then I reminded her of that blackmail -- you know what, never mind, that part's not important. What's important is that we realized, one way to make a New Year's Eve party awesome would be to invite fangirls over!

So, from 10 pm to 2 am on December 31/January 1, we're going to be hosting an evening of booze and buttsex discussion in the Upper West Side (specific address to follow). If you're in New York City and plan-less for New Year's Eve, leave a comment so we can get a rough idea of numbers; I'll throw up a poll as we get closer to the date so we can get a better count. This is just to gauge interest.

Fair warning -- I will be requiring that anyone who wants to drink must a) not drive anywhere, b) be able and willing to prove that they're over 21 and c) bring booze to share. There may also be some requests for the bringing of foodstuffs/plastic forks, but we'll jump off that bridge when we get to it.

Also, I have no idea who on my flist even watches Glee, but if you do, here's a present! As you may/may not know, the Christmas album has already dropped, and there's a duet between Kurt and Blaine, and I for one was pretty convinced that it'd just be on the album, not in the show. OH HOW WRONG I WAS.

Also also! I'm still working on the cute Christmas prompts people have been giving me, and other people have been filling in with FANTASTIC stuff, so go check it out at the livejournal and the dreamwidth.

lazulisong: also if you're making danno a
cashew* I think there should be a fic
about how he makes latkes for
Grace and Steve eats them all
possibly also a visual history
demonstration of why the Macabees
were awesome involving a stuffed
elephant and Steve's gi joes

... and then she proceeds to WRITE IT HERSELF. \o/

* - Cashew: a person who is half-Catholic, half-Jewish, by heritage. Examples include me, Goldie Hawn, and Paul Newman. And perhaps Danny Williams.

ETA: Oh for fuck's sake, Hawaii Five-0. I mean there's fanservice and then there's PANDERING. OLOUGH IS GOING TO CATCH COLD, OK?