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piecesofalice) wrote2009-04-09 02:11 am
piecesofalice) wrote2009-04-09 02:11 am
Fic: "Skeletons", iCarly (future!Sam/Spencer), PG
Only I would manage to write wanky prose about iCarly. Oh, Pieces.
TITLE: Skeletons
FANDOM: iCarly, futureriffic Sam/Spencer
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, natch. Dan Schneider's the man, yo.
Skeletons
iCarly-verse, 9th April 2009
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NOTES: Written in a fit of sleeplessness thanks to having two teeth removed today. :| I have had this niggling need to write some angsty Spam fic - I know, right - so here it is, prose-y and angsty and regrettable in the morning. Kudos to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs for the title - blame them and my dentist. And all the gang at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
groovysmoothie for putting the Spam love into top gear for yours truly.
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And nothing's for sure
And nothing's maintained
And nothing's gonna grow to replace
- "Prettier Face", Hawksley Workman
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The thing about art is that it's completely subjective. Just because one guy likes it, doesn't mean some other dude will; you might like Monet but your mom loves Andy Warhol. It can be subjective in it's directive, separating in the way it brings people together, and beautiful and ugly all in one step.
Six years, four months, twenty-one days, four hours and seven minutes.
It had been a long time since Spencer Shay had liked art, let alone his own.
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Seattle hadn't changed, and she supposed she hadn't either. The college thing behind her, a track from Washington to New York suggesting that she must have had some sort of goal along the way - still, with a degree under one arm and a pork leg under the other, she knew she couldn't really ever go home.
But here she was, standing in the shadow of a building that held everything she remembered best from her childhood, the only real place she would want to call home, and all she wanted to do was run.
You've been texting Spencer? read the email, and she wrote back without thinking, yeah its for ur birthday dorkface :).
It had been a long time since Sam Puckett had lied to Carly, but she supposed it was like riding a bike.
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Carly made jokes about "Sam in the City", about her managing to get through an arts degree in less than a decade. She joked, but Sam knew how proud she was, her face beaming from the crowd as Sam felt heavy under her graduation robes.
Later, they'd gone out for drinks and called Freddie in Australia, where he was single-handedly reorganising the AV structure of some TV station and making a million zillion bucks in the process. They both told him they missed him, and Sam threw in an insult because it seemed to be the right thing to do, before sticking their hands in the air and ordering another round of drinks.
It sucks he's missing Spencer's big show, Carly had sighed, pushing her hair back and letting an engagement ring speak for her lot in life. A man who loved her deeply sending text messages every couple of hours to say "hi" and "how's it going" and "I love you", a mayoral candidate in the making with polo shirts and a Beemer and Sam liked him okay because she saw how happy he made Carly and that was enough for her.
There had been guys in New York for Sam, sure. Freddie, for a while, but they'd both agreed after a fumbled night in her dorm room just before Spring Break that it was better to be each other's firsts than kill each other and be each other's lasts.
Some guy named Dave seemed like he'd be okay to have around, but when she received the invitation to Spencer's show in the mail, she broke it off by email and packed her bags for Seattle, leaving her roommate answering "where's Sam?" with little more than a shrug and a "I dunno".
Six Years/Four Months - A New Show by Spencer Shay. It wasn't just a title of a show, she though, it was like a revelation.
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The thing about art is, it's completely subjective. She remembers a time when she'd been posing for a sculpture and out came a tuna - or a trout - and her mouth curls up in a smile. She remembers a time, two days after graduation, where her best friend's brother had placed his hand on her face and kissed her like she was going away for six years.
Six years, four months, twenty-two days, sixteen hours and ten minutes, to be exact, and she there she was, looking up at herself hanging in a frame, surrounded by tunas or trouts and something that looked kind of like skeletons and she wondered if the art critic dude that was standing next to her got the same thing out of it as she did.
Like pulling teeth, the pressure was there - a bunch of zany mixed metaphors spun around her in brush strokes, the memory of a night and lips and hands and the idea that maybe she'd always just love her best friend's brother, of acceptance and revelation and a text message that had arrived a couple of months before the invitation that seemed like it started the whole ball rolling again.
More than anything, though, the idea that two completely opposite and similar human beings could end up in the same place almost a decade later like nothing was different, prevailed - and it was enough.
She'd continue lying to Carly, she knew, because it was the right thing to do and she always did the right thing by her best friend. Until it was time to stop lying, and show her this painting and how she interpreted it, and how it was always going to be a twelve-year age gap that would frame her life and love.
As a hand fell on her shoulder and that voice said her name, she smiled and thought about aquariums.
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Fin.
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Note the pulling teeth reference. It's on my mind, y'know?
*walks away, bleeding from the mouth*
TITLE: Skeletons
FANDOM: iCarly, futureriffic Sam/Spencer
RATING: PG
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, natch. Dan Schneider's the man, yo.
Skeletons
iCarly-verse, 9th April 2009
---
NOTES: Written in a fit of sleeplessness thanks to having two teeth removed today. :| I have had this niggling need to write some angsty Spam fic - I know, right - so here it is, prose-y and angsty and regrettable in the morning. Kudos to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs for the title - blame them and my dentist. And all the gang at
groovysmoothie for putting the Spam love into top gear for yours truly.---
And nothing's for sure
And nothing's maintained
And nothing's gonna grow to replace
- "Prettier Face", Hawksley Workman
---
The thing about art is that it's completely subjective. Just because one guy likes it, doesn't mean some other dude will; you might like Monet but your mom loves Andy Warhol. It can be subjective in it's directive, separating in the way it brings people together, and beautiful and ugly all in one step.
Six years, four months, twenty-one days, four hours and seven minutes.
It had been a long time since Spencer Shay had liked art, let alone his own.
---
Seattle hadn't changed, and she supposed she hadn't either. The college thing behind her, a track from Washington to New York suggesting that she must have had some sort of goal along the way - still, with a degree under one arm and a pork leg under the other, she knew she couldn't really ever go home.
But here she was, standing in the shadow of a building that held everything she remembered best from her childhood, the only real place she would want to call home, and all she wanted to do was run.
You've been texting Spencer? read the email, and she wrote back without thinking, yeah its for ur birthday dorkface :).
It had been a long time since Sam Puckett had lied to Carly, but she supposed it was like riding a bike.
---
Carly made jokes about "Sam in the City", about her managing to get through an arts degree in less than a decade. She joked, but Sam knew how proud she was, her face beaming from the crowd as Sam felt heavy under her graduation robes.
Later, they'd gone out for drinks and called Freddie in Australia, where he was single-handedly reorganising the AV structure of some TV station and making a million zillion bucks in the process. They both told him they missed him, and Sam threw in an insult because it seemed to be the right thing to do, before sticking their hands in the air and ordering another round of drinks.
It sucks he's missing Spencer's big show, Carly had sighed, pushing her hair back and letting an engagement ring speak for her lot in life. A man who loved her deeply sending text messages every couple of hours to say "hi" and "how's it going" and "I love you", a mayoral candidate in the making with polo shirts and a Beemer and Sam liked him okay because she saw how happy he made Carly and that was enough for her.
There had been guys in New York for Sam, sure. Freddie, for a while, but they'd both agreed after a fumbled night in her dorm room just before Spring Break that it was better to be each other's firsts than kill each other and be each other's lasts.
Some guy named Dave seemed like he'd be okay to have around, but when she received the invitation to Spencer's show in the mail, she broke it off by email and packed her bags for Seattle, leaving her roommate answering "where's Sam?" with little more than a shrug and a "I dunno".
Six Years/Four Months - A New Show by Spencer Shay. It wasn't just a title of a show, she though, it was like a revelation.
---
The thing about art is, it's completely subjective. She remembers a time when she'd been posing for a sculpture and out came a tuna - or a trout - and her mouth curls up in a smile. She remembers a time, two days after graduation, where her best friend's brother had placed his hand on her face and kissed her like she was going away for six years.
Six years, four months, twenty-two days, sixteen hours and ten minutes, to be exact, and she there she was, looking up at herself hanging in a frame, surrounded by tunas or trouts and something that looked kind of like skeletons and she wondered if the art critic dude that was standing next to her got the same thing out of it as she did.
Like pulling teeth, the pressure was there - a bunch of zany mixed metaphors spun around her in brush strokes, the memory of a night and lips and hands and the idea that maybe she'd always just love her best friend's brother, of acceptance and revelation and a text message that had arrived a couple of months before the invitation that seemed like it started the whole ball rolling again.
More than anything, though, the idea that two completely opposite and similar human beings could end up in the same place almost a decade later like nothing was different, prevailed - and it was enough.
She'd continue lying to Carly, she knew, because it was the right thing to do and she always did the right thing by her best friend. Until it was time to stop lying, and show her this painting and how she interpreted it, and how it was always going to be a twelve-year age gap that would frame her life and love.
As a hand fell on her shoulder and that voice said her name, she smiled and thought about aquariums.
---
Fin.
---
Note the pulling teeth reference. It's on my mind, y'know?
*walks away, bleeding from the mouth*
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On another note, I feel for you with the whole pulled teeth thing. I've got a minor gum infection and I'll probably need upwards of four teeth pulled. :( So, comrades in arms, yeah? lol We can be the Percoset Parole or something equally silly.
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And I'm in for the Percoset Patrol - I've had three teeth in the past year (two wisdom, one because the wisdom tooth tried to kill it, probably) and this time isn't too bad. Warm water and salt! That's the best thing for it, in all honesty.
Ugh. I do feel for you, dude. *partners*
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Ugh. Teeth pullings are straight-up the worst thing in the world. I was laid up from abdominal surgery for about a week and a half and that wasn't nearly as bad as having teeth out. Warm water and salt is a new one, though, so I'll give that a try when the happy pills run out :D
We should get special rings or something like the Wonder Twins.
form of a molar!
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(And I had to use this icon when I read about the cold and wolves.)
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♥ ♥ ♥
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Now I will ramble a bit about something that should be simple but isn't. The flow is just gorgeous here. So many fics would have set something like this up as a series of vignettes, or mini-chapters, but I give you major props for using art, symmetry, and phrasing to bring this into a smooth, flowing and simply wonderful story.
Kudos!
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I love that Sam had her little night with Freddie, as was basically inevitable, but they decided not to go any farther. And I love all the descriptions and just how it was written and everything! Haha I also noticed the pulling teeth reference ;]
Awesome <3
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(Maybe I should get teeth pulled more?)
(NOOOO!)
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so imagine me sqeeing while stroking my non-existant freud goatee.
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But the truth is, I just didn't know what to say. In a good way.
It's a new idea, yet an old one, and it goes straight to my core of Sam and Spencer love, but it's an entirely new element, and I'm not even entirely sure I know how I feel about this fic. Except that I love it. It's awesome. It's good to re-read. Like, really good to re-read. And that's the sign of a good fic. That I want to read it again. And I do.
It's the feeling it expresses, I think. I like it. It touches my heart.
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They're such an oddly right pairing - like, if it ever happened? There would be the same amount of problems as fun, and your fic points this out, too. Which is why I love your fic, and you, and now I'm rambling ;)
Danke. And long live Spam! (who have eaten my noggin with their awesomeness)
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It is oddly right, which is what makes it so right and why I love it so much. And I'm so happy that you "love" my fics - because, well - it's complicated, they have to be complicated. It's impossible to write a simple Spam fic, well - at least a really really good one.
There would be the same amount of problems as fun
Oh dear. There you go, givin' me ideas. *facepalm*
De nada. Yes, long live Spam!! (and I would not want it any other way. At least for my own noggin. :D )
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SO TRUE. Even with the cute stuff, there's still that twelve year age gap to worry about. It gets me a bit cranky when people are so anti-Spam because of their ages - they're not always going to be 16 and 28! Look past the show, people! That's what fic is for!
*hounds you with plot bunnies* Have you been enjoying
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And kind of what irks me more is just that that's just such a blanket observation on the couple, and I hate that as a rule. You can't just make a blanket observation - you have to know the characters - and say if you're already in the fandom, you have to understand where other people are coming from, and not just completely disregard them. Like I'm not going to disregard people or a ship because of a similar/opposite hair color or ethnicity.
*will stop ranting*
*runs and hides from the excess of plot-bunnies* I have been enjoying the kink meme, for the most part. Spam has gotten some really good responses (and my personal pet ship/guilty pleasure ship Jerry/Jennette has two prompts AND responses - the only iCarly RPS so far to get responses) - my personal favorite being the "handjob under a blanket while watching a movie" one. But sadly, there's not enough Creddie, and Jalex has tons of good prompts, but no one has written ONE WoWP repsonse. And Demi/Selena is clogging up the thread. So.... yes. I'm enjoying it. But of course there is bad mixed with the awesome, awesome goodness. :)
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Everything you said is so true though - you can't just make a blanket observation about a pairing, because it doesn't suit *you*. For all we know,
The kink meme's been interesting because so many people are being positive to the Spam and Jerry/Jennette prompts - and I hate to think it's just because they're under the cover of anon. I really hope the mod caps prompts so some of the Wizards and Jackson/Lilly prompts get filled. Sigh. (I hope some of your prompts were filled - one of mine was and I was so excited, I may have squealed out loud! I kind of want to spill my work on the meme too...one day... :)
(Re: Jerry/Jennette? If that girl doesn't have a major crush on him, I'm an old man's hat.)
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I'm not sure what
Well, even if it is under th cover of anon - it's lots of people, so maybe some of those people will see that they are not alone and that is is okay to be into that. ... Y'know, I know the mod, and I have some ideas I might want to slip her. I wonder if some of these people know that they're actually repeating Demi/Selena prompts. Why should someone fill a prompt twice? And if they're not repeating - it sure seems like it. (I've had at least two of mine filled. I was ECSTATIC.)
(Jerry/Jennette? YEAH. One way or another, its' not brother-sister and it's not just co-worker. They've got a kind of thing. Or at least Jennette's got it bad. At the very least. Definitely.)
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