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04 May 2009 @ 05:19 am
Punditslash: "Life, and Other Things." by charlie_d_blue  
Hey, I think I got my timezones mixed up, so hopefully this post is at the right time.

Title: Life, and Other Things.
Author: charlie_d_blue
Fandom: Punditslash
Pairing/characters: Stephen/Jon, Stephen/Evie, Anderson Cooper, Rachel Maddow.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual persons is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction.
Prompt: RPF - Pundits, Stephen Colbert, When Stephen comes out to Jon in an unscripted toss, nobody's quite sure whether it was an in-character joke or not. Including Stephen.
Summary: In which there is much confusion, Ford Prefect, blogospheric pressure, and stage make-up.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to sirdrakesheir for the beta.




[Toss Transcript]


JON:


Now let’s check in with our good friend Stephen Colbert at the Colbert Report, Stephen, my friend, how’s it going?

(Camera pans to split-screen to reveal a large newspaper - the headline of which states “GAY MARRIAGE BILL PASSES NH SENATE” - which promptly snaps down to reveal Stephen’s frowning face.)

STEPHEN:

Jon, I have something very important to say, something that I know that you may find hard to understand, what with being host to a backwards, out of touch television program that people watch more out of pity than anything, but it must be said.

JON:

Oh really, Stephen? And what’s that?

STEPHEN:

You see, Jon, it’s important for me to stay on the edge, I have to stay hip, be a cool kid, just like ole’ Mikey S. to the Steele says, I gotta keep up with the times, get what I’m saying?

JON:

(Deadpan)
…No.

STEPHEN:

I’m gay.

JON:

(Stumbles over his words.)

Say who to the what now?

STEPHEN:

(Appears to break character, stares at the camera blankly for a moment before rallying to raising a disapproving eyebrow.)
It's true Jon. I'm a man-sexin', limp-wristed, fanny-hatin', Dolce and Gabbana wearing, slinky-hipped, bicep-lovin', subverter of state marital values.

JON:

(Giggling.)

Well, thank you for that enlightening announcement, Stephen, and have a good show.

STEPHEN:

Wanna meet me for coffee afterwards? Maybe we could go get jiggy with some glo-sticks and glitter?

JON:

Maybe another time, Stephen, and now for your Moment of Zen.

-- --


Getting the stage make-up off was one of the best parts of Stephen’s day. It was a routine, integral to getting a good night’s sleep. Most performers swore by their pre-stage routine; Stephen found winding down from his character much harder than slipping into him.

“I thought you were going to do the whole apocalypse-gay-marriage-and-now-swine-flu schtick?”

Stephen scrubbed tiredly at his face with a towel, watching the make-up come off in large blotches that he liked to compare to Rorschach's. Huh. Maybe he had gone to see Watchmen a few too many times.

“Stephen?”

Stephen sighed and flopped back against the couch, letting the damp towel fall against his face.

“So did I.” He muttered, voice muffled, waving a hand nonchalantly. Personas. What are you gonna do?

Jon leaned against the doorjamb and folded his arms, tilting his head. Stephen could just make out his silhouette, outlined against the glaring fluorescent lights from the backstage of the studio.

“Something you wanna talk about?” Jon inquired mildly, paused, then added, ““And don’t pull that face at me.”

Stephen quickly unscrunched his nose underneath the towel.

“There’s nothing to talk about – I improvised, the audience loved it, it was a good play.”

“Sure it was a good play, but you broke character.”

Stephen yanked the towel off his face and sat up indignantly, “I did not!”

Jon smirked half-heartedly, “Did too.”

He must have come straight from the taping, Stephen realized belatedly, he was wearing the same stupid pale blue tie, loose around his now-unbuttoned collar. Distracted, Stephen tutted, and walked over to Jon, and took a swipe at a streak of make-up left in the sneaky spot under the jaw that he always missed.

Jon tilted his head up easily, and regarded Stephen down his nose.

“Stop staring at me,” Stephen said, and lightly pressed his fingers against Jon’s pulse point, smiling triumphantly when they came away clean.

“Nope. This is psychological torture 101, didn’t you read the memos? I stare until you talk. Strangely effective, and comes without all those annoying criminal charges.”

Stephen looked up from Jon’s jaw to meet his eyes, and suddenly something seemed to shift, like the whole world had jolted up and Stephen had been just one step too slow.

Jon’s fingers curled lightly around Stephen’s wrist, drawing his hand down, and Stephen took a sharp breath, unconsciously leaning forward as Jon stared him down, his eyes damnably knowing and just daring him to break contact.

A moment passed, and he did.

He stalked away, flinging the rag into a bin full of old scripts in a dramatic gesture more in keeping with his character than him; a shield, something familiar, someone who would know how to react.

“There’s nothing to tell, Jon.”

“If you say so. But a lot of people are gonna take what you said in the interview as a confirmation. I’m just saying, if you want to talk about it…” Jon shrugged nonchalantly, and if Stephen hadn’t been paying attention, he might have missed the slight catch in his voice. Jon grinned at him and pushed away from the door, disappearing into the hallway.

Stephen ducked his head out into the hallway to watch Jon saunter away, and stuck out his tongue out at the smug bastard.

“Put that thing away,” Jon called out as he swung merrily around the corner.

-- --


Stephen fretted.

Stephen thought long and hard about emotional memory and method acting and complicated Stanislavski acting techniques so that he could avoid addressing the key issue, before giving up and deciding to write a list.

He titled one column Gay, and the other one, Not Gay, then wrote it all of as an exercise in absurdity when all he came up with was Teletubbies and Clint Eastwood.

Stephen tried very hard not to think about whether Evie had been watching the show, because he was sure that if she had that she would have picked up on whatever it was Jon had picked up on with his stupid Spidey sense.

Stephen threw some darts at the picture of Miss California that he’d pinned up on the dartboard over the picture of John Maynard Keynes who had previously occupied the bull’s eye.

Stephen checked the internet blogs and promptly quit out after approximately seventy-one seconds of being bitchslapped by the typically inflamamtory blogosphere headlines, and having to physically restrain himself from replying to a particularly vicious reactionary article that must have been hammered out in record time, speculating on his homosexual agenda.

Stephen had some coffee, and mocked his black, black soul, reflected so tritely in the liquid, snorted out loud to himself, startling the janitor walking past his open door as she locked up for the night.

Stephen watched some old Daily Show clips on the website, and spent an inordinate amount of time replaying Jon’s spit-takes, then found himself tearing up at Keith Olbermann’s hyperbolic reaction to Proposition 8, which was probably the most horrifying thing about the entire evening.

Stephen thought: okay. So there’s something happening here.

Then Stephen called Jon.

“How can I be gay? I’ve never identified as gay. I mean, you would think that if I was gay, I would have noticed somewhere along the way, right? I know I’m not the most self-aware of guys, but I don’t think I’d be buried so deep in the closet that I’m through into the Narnia of Denial, right?” He blurted out, then belatedly realized that maybe a full frontal assault in the middle of the night might possibly be an awkward way to go.

There’s silence down the line. Stephen nervously picked up a pen, and started doodling across his scrap notes, a nervous habit he’d picked up from Jon way back when he’d still been on The Daily Show.

After a beat, Jon spoke, slowly, as if carefully considering his words, “So you don’t identify as gay… Have you ever identified as straight?

“Jon. I’m married.”

More silence.

“Jon?”

“Stephen, despite what half of liberal America believes, I don’t know the answer to everything.”

Stephen drew a circle above the head of a short stick figure.

“Yeah,” he said, “Right.”

-- --


Morning light streamed through the windows, bathing the kitchen in a golden light that seemed almost disgustingly harmonious with the smell of butter as Evie flipped a pancake in a triple twist and smiled to herself when she landed it perfectly.

Stephen watched her from the doorway, and thought that he couldn’t possibly love her more. It was the strangest thing, having this constant, unswerving knowledge of love in the midst of a quiet sexual identity breakdown. He tried to reconcile the possibility of his stage-gay performances seeping into - or perhaps stemming from his own buried impulses - with loving his wife, pure and simple.

It was a hard thing to figure out, like a jigsaw puzzle with no edge pieces, but a whole lot of rules that didn’t fit the game.

“I watched the show last night.” Evie said easily, licking batter off her finger.

“Like it?” Stephen slipped his hands into his pockets and wandered over to the coffee maker, bumping shoulders compatibly with her as he passed.

“I thought you overplayed your hand in the intro, but you managed to balance it out with the interview.” She turned, perched a hip on the counter and shrugged.

Stephen’s gut twisted, and he took refuge in his coffee mug, watching the dark liquid steam up and fog the glasses in front of his eyes.

Evie leaned forward and kissed his neck lightly, just underneath his jaw, where he always missed the makeup.

“Let me know when you’ve figured it out.” She murmured, with just a hint of a tremble, a dash of cunning and three pints of history in her voice, and God, if he didn’t manage to love her a little bit more.

-- --


“If you could live with a paper bag over your head, would you?”

Anderson paused in his deep and soulful examination of the alcohol content on the label of a bottle of Chivas Regal they’d bought straight out from the bar, and pursed his lips.

“Well, if some guy named after a car barges in here and declares the imminent end of the Earth, I might not be averse to the idea.”

“So that was a no?”

Anderson smirked across the booth at Stephen.

“I’m far too pretty.”

“You know, half your viewers don’t know you half as well as they should, and I’m pretty sure more than half of them would like you less than half as well as they currently do if they did know you half as well as you deserve,” Stephen chided, then frowned, muttering the sentence back at himself doubtfully.

“But I do know my Tolkien.” Obviously Anderson didn’t have problems following his logic.

“And your Adams.” Stephen raised his glass proudly and downed all of it in one go. Considering Anderson was well on his way to losing fine motor skills, and had commandeered the bottle, that meant one hell of a lot more whisky than Stephen had been expecting.

“You know, bringing ‘Stephen’ out of the closet? That was either the most stupid or the most brilliant thing I’ve ever done.”

“I’m choosing to ignore the fact that you appear to be suffering from dissociative identity disorder and –“

Stephen slammed his palm down on the oaken table, “but that’s just it! Him, who I am each night? The only way I can be such an asshole is by knowing, knowing that it’s not me. And now, I can’t get this fucking idea out of my head. Why the hell is this fucking toss screwing with my head?”

Anderson eyed him as coolly as someone with eight shots behind them and hair that was a scruffy mass of silver could.

“So it wasn’t just for laughs, then?”

Stephen fell back against the booth, sinking in his seat and shaking his head messily.

“I don’t know. I thought so, but…” He closed his eyes, the world spinning pleasantly, full of dark wood paneling, the fire of whiskey and dim lighting.

But it’s my worst fear that I’m really just as repressed as the bastards I parody, that I’m just as much a slave to my religious bias as the neocons I deride, that every time I’ve played repressed gay has been a mockery of myself.

The warm press of a body settling in beside him, hip-to-hip, shoulder to shoulder startled him, and his eyes snapped open. Anderson tilted his head back against the booth, and smiled sadly, eyes crinkling around the corners.

“But you don’t want to be That Guy.” Anderson’s voice slurred slightly, but the bitterness he placed on the capitalizations pulled at something in Stephen’s gut.

“Yeah,” Stephen sighed, “exactly.”

-- --


The matter got out of hand a little, when Anderson kissed him goodnight - or maybe Stephen kissed Anderson, the details were a all little fuzzy - but he remembered it being nice, remembered Anderson’s hands curling tight around his collar, the warm press of lips, and Anderson drawing back, giving him that smile, and kissing him on the forehead before turning and striding into the luxurious foyer of his apartment building, smooth as always.

When he says the matter got a little out of hand, he means that some kid caught the whole thing on his mobile and stuck it up on youtube the next day.

-- --


“Gay, straight, bisexual, whatever, these are all a state of mind. People are what they are, and it just helps some of us to put labels on those kinds of things. You.” She jabbed him in the chest, “You are not straight.”

Stephen rubbed at his chest petulantly, and waited for the punch line. Rachel had caught him watching a replay Fox News segment on his apparently newfound sexuality backstage on one of the spare monitors, taken one look at his face and dragged him, ironically enough, into a broom closet.

Rachel grinned wryly at him, face half-lit from the light streaming through the cracks in the door. “You’re not gay either. Or any of those other things people want you to be so they can put you into a safe little category. You’re … just Stephen Colbert.”

Stephen wanted to say; But Stephen Colbert is the problem, Stephen Colbert is the bastard who pulled a fast one on me, and he’s the one messing with my head, but he wasn’t quite sure he was ready to tackle that particular can of worms, so instead he smirked and said; “Only just?”

Rachel rolled her eyes and shepherded him into the lair of the MSNBC make-up artists, leaving him to their tender mercies in preparation for his interview.

The press had jumped on this with all the ferocity of a shark hungry for the blood of something a little less somber - and, dare he say it, a little more gay - than global pandemics and financial apocalypse.

Outwardly, he found the whole debacle pretty damn farcical, while inwardly the megalomaniac that fuelled his character was having an existential temper tantrum of epic proportions.

When he finally got fed up and stayed up all night trying to draft a public statement on the issue just so people would fucking get it right, already, and failed miserably, he kind of realized that it wasn’t the press that was the problem.

-- --


He didn’t make the headline, but the picture of him and Anderson in a, quote, ‘embrace of secret passion’, unquote, had made the front page of more than one tabloid, including the one that Jon threw down on his desk, brimming with righteous fury.

“Those scum-sucking, homophobically sensationalist, parasitic bastards.” He wasn’t yelling. It was never a good sign when Jon got quiet.

Stephen raised what he hoped was a singularly unimpressed eyebrow, and casually slid his elbow across the desk, shoving the tabloid along the surface before tipping it over the edge into the trash.

“It’s okay. They’re just doing their job.”

Jon paused his ferocious pacing and wheeled around on his heel to face Stephen incredulously.

“It’s okay?” He spluttered.

Stephen shrugged, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms defensively.

“It’s the way of the world. That,” he gestured vaguely at the trashcan, “that’s the world we live in.” He smiled faintly, “we’re all scum-sucking, homophobically sensationalist bastards.”

“But it shouldn’t be. You shouldn’t have to put up with this, hell, nobody should have to put up with this shit. I’d have thought you of all people would get that. No, fuck it. Strike that. I know you get that, so why the hell are you being so … passive?” Jon spat out the last word as if it was dirty.

“I’m not being passive, Jon, I just don’t care about them.”

“Well I –“

“Stop, Jon, just … stop. This … bullshit,” he tilted his head at the trash, “that’s gonna happen whether I like it or not. And honestly? I’m trying to figure out something about myself that I thought was all figured out, and to be honest? It’s nowhere near as clear-cut as I was led to believe. There’s no shining light of epiphany, there’s no goddamn choirs singing out to the holy cock-“

Jon choked, but Stephen ignored him, running a hand through his hair. He was just so tired, he was sick and tired of second-guessing himself and what he was according to rules that seemed to make sense to everybody but him, and his head hurt, dammit.

“- And there’s no way out. People are going to lie, obsess, judge and be idiots, and bigots are going to keep making this into something it’s not. One or the other, you’re cherry or you’re blasphemous, and there’s no in between. That’s the world, that’s the way the merry-go-round swings, and no matter what I do, nothing’s gonna change that.”

He never even saw it coming.

There was an explosion of pain, and his office chair went flying back against the wall. He clutched at his nose and stared at Jon in disbelief.

You punched me!

Jon stared back at him, fist clenched, and Stephen didn’t know who was the more surprised of them.

After a moment, the shock must have worn off, because Jon shook out his hand, hissing with pain, but the stubborn glint in his eyes never left.

“Don’t you dare.” He said simply, then walked around the desk and braced himself on the arms of Stephen’s chair in silence. He leaned in close, and Stephen’s eyes trailed up from his neck to his lips to his eyes, wide open with the furious sincerity Stephen loved, and back down to his lips.

In the end, it was Jon who went further, who pushed the envelope, like he always did, taking the first step down a hard road.

He kissed Stephen, lightly at first, then Stephen pressed back, harder, sliding his lips open, breathing in everything, and in some distant part of his mind, he thought, oh, okay. This.

When Jon pulled back, he looked Stephen in the eye and finished simply, “don’t you dare let them win. That’s not you. That was never you.”

Stephen wasn’t quite sure, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of a whole new segment.

-- --
 
 
 
Taraelementalv on May 3rd, 2009 08:25 pm (UTC)
This was beautiful and so, so right. There *is* no clear-cut path at that stage of life. Only questions and more questions.
a particularly heartless line of binary code: the crossroads of hilarity may be fakecharlie_d_blue on May 3rd, 2009 08:33 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad the kind of unresolved feel came through for you. :)
Molly: (p) real enoughantinous_wild on May 3rd, 2009 08:53 pm (UTC)
This is fantastic, but I want mooooooooore. ♥ I could just live in this world, it's so awesome.
a particularly heartless line of binary code: the crossroads of hilarity may be fakecharlie_d_blue on May 3rd, 2009 09:00 pm (UTC)
Hahaha, I'm so glad you liked it! :)
slash4femme: Jon Stewartslash4femme on May 3rd, 2009 09:00 pm (UTC)
wow, that was wonderful. I loved the ending, simply adored it. What a great job.
a particularly heartless line of binary code: the crossroads of hilarity may be fakecharlie_d_blue on May 3rd, 2009 09:01 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :D
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a particularly heartless line of binary code: coops in ur dumpster savin ur worldcharlie_d_blue on May 3rd, 2009 09:50 pm (UTC)
Hee! Thankyou so much. I'm glad you liked the characterizations, they're always the hardest part to grasp when it comes to the pundits. ;)
girl, you're a dandelion: [fake news] sad pandasarken on May 3rd, 2009 09:48 pm (UTC)
What a fantastic trip into the even-more-mixed-up-than-usual mind of one Stephen Colbert! Seriously, I absolutely love your Stephen, especially in these two parts:

1. “How can I be gay? I’ve never identified as gay. I mean, you would think that if I was gay, I would have noticed somewhere along the way, right? I know I’m not the most self-aware of guys, I don’t think I’d be buried so deep in the closet that I’m through into the Narnia of Denial, right?”

2. But it’s my worst fear that I’m really just as repressed as the bastards I parody, that I’m just as much a slave to my religious bias as the neocons I deride, that every time I’ve played repressed gay has been a mockery of myself.

Wonderful work.
a particularly heartless line of binary code: they work in gleeful heartbreak.charlie_d_blue on May 3rd, 2009 09:52 pm (UTC)
Thankyou! Getting Stephen right is kind of like walking a tightrope, so your comment was nice to read. :)
vinylsigns on May 3rd, 2009 09:55 pm (UTC)
brb, reccing this on my LJ :P

*hugs her boys*
a particularly heartless line of binary code: they work in gleeful heartbreak.charlie_d_blue on May 3rd, 2009 10:02 pm (UTC)


Glad you liked it! :D
sirdrakesheirsirdrakesheir on May 3rd, 2009 10:11 pm (UTC)
Well you've already heard all I have to say Re: my love for this so <3
a particularly heartless line of binary code: they work in gleeful heartbreak.charlie_d_blue on May 3rd, 2009 10:18 pm (UTC)


You were so awesome, and responsible for everything pretty and nice in this. I would have been lost without you. Thankyou so much!
the vice-president of showbusiness: tds: desk lickin' goodwarriorpoet on May 3rd, 2009 10:20 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is fantastic. I love "Stephen"-to-Stephen metaish stuff, and you've done it really well here. And all the characterizations are great. Wonderful job :)
a particularly heartless line of binary code: colbert and coffee gettin it oncharlie_d_blue on May 3rd, 2009 10:30 pm (UTC)
Thankyou so much! :D
Maddiebasketcasex39 on May 3rd, 2009 11:12 pm (UTC)
This was amazing. It's going in my memories. =) The ending was absolutely perfect. Fantastic job. ♥
a particularly heartless line of binary code: the crossroads of hilarity may be fakecharlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 12:05 am (UTC)
Thankyou!
Mako-chan: jon-stephenria_oaks on May 4th, 2009 12:40 am (UTC)
Ooh, wonderful! I loved your Stephen characterization, especially his fear that maybe he's not as different as the character he plays. Loved Anderson, and definitely loved the last scene with Jon. You really captured the uncertainty and confusion over one's sexuality, that I definitely identify with these days. ^^ Very nicely done!
a particularly heartless line of binary code: the crossroads of hilarity may be fakecharlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 02:02 am (UTC)
Thankyou very much! :)
Henry, Senior Character-Death Correspondent: [fn] st's hand on jon at emmys (so_severbessemerprocess on May 4th, 2009 01:34 am (UTC)
I... there are some many things, so many lines here that I love I can't quote them all. LOFFS.
a particularly heartless line of binary code: they work in gleeful heartbreak.charlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 02:21 am (UTC)
Hee! Glad you liked it! :D
Trees. They are us.: asdfghjkl;ilcocoabean on May 4th, 2009 02:14 am (UTC)
This fic was absolutely gorgeous. Every bit of it. And ohhh this is like the best roller coaster ride.
a particularly heartless line of binary code: i have no words no not even a littlecharlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 02:21 am (UTC)
Thankyou so much! :)
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a particularly heartless line of binary code: jon works his ass offcharlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 02:22 am (UTC)
Thanks!
Tuesdayeverysecondtues on May 4th, 2009 03:56 am (UTC)
OMGOMGOMG. I am taking a break from other things and this was really such an awesome break to take. I love how Stephen still loves Evie so much, and how complicated things are, and how Jon won't just let him roll over and take it, and, and--all of this. *waves hands* I love all of this.

Stephen wasn’t quite sure, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of a whole new segment.
Yesyesyes.

I'm actually kind of glad you stopped it here (even if this is a part of me shouting out for more), because I like that it remains complicated and messy and with no clear-cut way forward. I adore this.

Edited at 2009-05-04 04:03 am (UTC)
a particularly heartless line of binary code: they work in gleeful heartbreak.charlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 05:48 am (UTC)
I aim to distract. ;) I'm so glad you liked it! \o/ Yeah, I decided to leave it very unresolved, because there really are no answers or real definitions when it comes to people, much less their sexualities.
Sophinisba Solis: elijah open by alfirisophinisba on May 4th, 2009 03:56 am (UTC)
I enjoyed this a lot. :)
a particularly heartless line of binary code: jon works his ass offcharlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 05:48 am (UTC)
Thanks!
busaikkobusaikko on May 4th, 2009 07:26 am (UTC)
This was lovely, thank you!
a particularly heartless line of binary code: the crossroads of hilarity may be fakecharlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 03:50 pm (UTC)
You're very welcome, and thankyou. :)
Becca the Wonder Penguin: The Daily Show // Jon Stewartsunnyrea on May 4th, 2009 11:48 am (UTC)
oooooooooooooooooooo, I love it . I especially love the Jon punching Stephen, seemed just right for some reason. And what a kiss at the end. *whistles*
a particularly heartless line of binary code: the crossroads of hilarity may be fakecharlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 03:49 pm (UTC)
Haha, glad you liked it!
Madeleine: *loves* - Jon/Stephenyukitheawesome on May 4th, 2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
I—this—I…

You really hit upon something, here, that a lot of people don't get. Answers are hard to come by. And when you find them, they're probably wrong.

How appropriate this is for the world that we live in.

I have too much to say about this and don't know how to say it. So I'll just let you know that this is perfect and beautiful and excellent and it was a privilege to read it.
a particularly heartless line of binary code: they work in gleeful heartbreak.charlie_d_blue on May 4th, 2009 10:21 pm (UTC)
Wow, it's such a great compliment to get this kind of reaction. Thankyou so much for the lovely comment. ♥
Panama Red: s joydownjanamara on May 6th, 2009 04:25 pm (UTC)
I love the way you let the whole thing have its complications and weirdness and didn't try to tie it up all perfectly at the end. Everyone else keeps saying it, but it's true, this is very real. I really enjoyed this!
a particularly heartless line of binary code: the crossroads of hilarity may be fakecharlie_d_blue on May 6th, 2009 08:38 pm (UTC)
Thankyou so much! That means a lot to me. :)
N i k k i: Stephen and Jon <3rockinhamburger on May 6th, 2009 07:17 pm (UTC)
You are my hero. This was just... exactly what I needed to read right now. You're clearly the king of writing Jon and Stephen, and of Rachel and Anderson as well. Your writing is utterly fantastic, and I'm... honestly, I'm just blown away!
a particularly heartless line of binary code: they work in gleeful heartbreak.charlie_d_blue on May 6th, 2009 08:39 pm (UTC)
\o/ I'm so glad you liked it!
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a particularly heartless line of binary code: the crossroads of hilarity may be fakecharlie_d_blue on May 27th, 2009 10:21 am (UTC)
Thankyou so much for the lovely comment!
koscheicolordrone on June 15th, 2010 12:02 am (UTC)
HE PUNCHED HIM. for some reason that's my favorite part, because you know. fighting. for someone else to keep fighting. by fighting them! and. yes. win. *happy place*

p.s. *happy place isn't somewhere i'm very familiar with so i'm bookmarking this to come back and read when i'm not in a happy place so! thanks*
a particularly heartless line of binary code: pol: crossroads of hilaritycharlie_d_blue on June 15th, 2010 06:57 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! It's a lovely thought that something I wrote could be someone's happy place. *g*