Confessions of a One-Track Mind

( From a prompt, 'The Losers movieverse/Avengers movieverse, Bucky Barnes + Jake Jensen, storing the Winter Soldier at the same facility where they were trying grow Captain America’s son/clone is probably not the wisest decision Hydra ever made'. )

http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/527327.html?thread=75838943#t75838943

Continued at http://archiveofourown.org/works/2559011
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Bucky's side of 'Fun and (War) Games' (Chase Collins and the Winter Soldier bodyswap)

( The B Side )


From a prompt: http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/564726.html?thread=79400438#t79400438
Possibly more to come, depending on how many OTHER projects demand to be written.
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( I realize there wouldn't have been nearly as much dramatic tension if this had happened in the movie, but I kinda wish it had. The prompt was 'The Covenant, Caleb/Chase, Chase didn’t use at the pool' )



From a prompt: http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/366233.html?thread=63787161#t63787161
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If you could travel back in time and ask any deceased political figure (famous or infamous) a single question, who would you choose, and what would you ask?

I would ask his name---so I could confirm that it was Adolf Hitler I was shooting dead. (Circa 1907, long before history would miss him.)

Conceivably, I could be stuck in that past, because that *would* assuredly change the future: time travel might not exist. It would be interesting to see what did and didn't happen next. There probably wouldn't be concentration camps, but would there still be a war? If Germany had been led by someone who wasn't afflicted with mental health problems and magical thinking, someone rational, how would that have changed the results? A truly rational leader wouldn't have gone to war at all, but if he had, he would probably have been smart enough *not* to have multiple fronts. Going after Russia while simultaneously taking on the rest of Europe = bonehead move.

I imagine returning to a discernably different future. Not necessarily better or worse in terms of my day-to-day life, but a bunch of subtle differences. There would have been a ripple effect. If all those German rocket scientists hadn't defected, would there have been an atomic bomb? Nuclear energy? The Cold War? If they hadn't had to fight the Germans, how much stronger would the Soviet Union have been after the war? If they hadn't annexed East Germany and all those republics and their resources, how much shorter might the Cold War have been?

When you think of all the benefits we've gotten from the space program (instituted to keep up with the Soviets), it's significant. I'm not saying we wouldn't have gotten to where we are eventually, but not at the same accelerated pace. I suspect we wouldn't have as many satellites---no 400 channels and nothing on, no wireless internet---internet? What's that? Computers talking to each other? That's just crazy---computers are those gigantic things that take up a whole room, regular people don't own them! You're having heart palpitations? I hope someone's gotten around to developing EKGs and all the other monitoring that harks back to the telemetry readings they did on astronauts. Nobody's ever heard of an iPod, but look at my cool new transister radio!

Another manifestation of the ripple effect---thanks to America's success in WWII, we've spent the last 70 years acting as the world's police. What if that war hadn't happened? Would we have stuck our noses into Korea? Vietnam? The Middle East?

One question. One bullet. If only.

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Title: The War Correspondant
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing/spoilers: None, gen, AU
Rating/Work-safeness: PG
Approximate word count: 5500
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Prompt by harrigan for SPN_Summergen.
Betaed by: creamfudge, jdsgirlbev and pwcorgigirl.
Summary: In 1918, in an isolated French farmhouse, three American farmboys struggle to avoid detection by German patrols. Could be considered AU or a couple generations pre-series.


( 'I'm a medic. I'm qualified to evaluate and care for your wound. My bossy older brother is a motorcycle courier. If you need your oil changed, he's the guy to go to' )

Comment, please?

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Describe your alternate life (Snagged from karaokegal)

After my dad died, I didn't make any major purchases or commit to any changes for six months. I got laid off from my job, and took that as a sign that maybe it was time to do something more with my life. After talking it over with my brother, I put most of the contents of the house into storage, found a renter for it, and took off in Dad's 1974 Comet for points west.

I've always been crafty; learning how to solder for my last couple jobs was fun. I've always loved shiny jewelery. It seemed natural to find a silversmith to apprentice myself to.

I settled down in Taos, NM. I lived frugally; I rented a small cabin on the outskirts of town, grew my own produce, took long walks in my spare time, exploring various ghost towns and flea markets. I incorporated found objects into my projects, and began to earn a reputation for myself. that includes my reputation as a clothes-horse: I got down to a size 10 and have kept the weight off for almost 25 years now.

During the long desert nights, I wrote a novel, a time-traveling Victorian western, that was made into a movie with Kurt Russell as the rugged hero, and later became a long-running TV series.

This brought me enough money that I was able to buy some land and build a house. It's an awesome place, constructed to use solar energy for heating in the winter, but still cool in the summer. There are solar panels which provide my electrical needs. Very New Age-Frank Lloyd Wright. My walk-in closet is the same size as my bedroom, and houses my collection of custom-made cowboy boots and a lot of hats.

I met the love of my life at Burning Man. The tall, dark-haired man in a blue plaid flannel shirt and jeans was studying a pair of cufflinks made from the rowels of an old pair of spurs. When he asked me about them, I knew he was the one. There was something about the resonance of his voice that echoed in the canyons of my soul.

He's a former professional athlete who managed his money well and started a consulting company that critiques the hotel industry. He travels a lot for business, and I go with him as often as I can. We've been married for 15 years, and the romance is still there.

My jewelery has been featured in the Sundance catalog and appeared in major motion pictures and on the red carpet. I'm working on another novel, a dark comedy about what might have happened in the life I left behind so many years ago.

The working title is "Tropical Depression".


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Title: After the Dust Has Settled
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Spoilers: Guesses, not spoilers. I know nothing!
Rating/Work-safeness: PG-13 for language, implied slash
Approximate word count: 5500
Disclaimer: I own only the neurons and electrons I composed it with.
Betaed by: pwcorgigirl
Summary: Set November 2nd, 2013. With the Apocalypse behind them, the Winchesters and their friends have a reunion. The group features a mechanic, a biker, a theology student, a used car salesman and a cowboy. Who's doing what? Funny you should ask!
ETA: NOT jinxed by finale! It could still turn out this way. I wish.

( Something inside Sam shifts, like a compass needle swinging to magnetic north. Dean's just put his anxieties into perspective with a couple simple sentences. For the first time in a long time, Dean's his all-knowing big brother again, the one he idolized as a kid. He never expected to get that feeling back; it's peculiar and reassuring at the same time.  )

Reviews are shiny.

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The other evening at canasta, S was wearing a gauzy dress in bright tropical colors...she said she liked it because it's pretty and flowing and she felt like she ought to be running through a field of flowers in a tampon commercial. (They haven't made tampon commercials like that in about fifteen years, so if you don't catch the reference, chalk it up to the generation gap, 'k?) To which sbjbreplied that if that was the case, the dress would have to be white, to prove the product worked. 

Later, after everyone else was gone, S and I were hanging out, and we got onto the topic of clothes again. I mentioned that the dress she had on reminded me of a dress she'd given me about ten years before---long and gauzy, although this one had a black background and was printed with a pattern of little violets. I told her that every time I wore that dress, I felt like an internationally reknowned cellist mingling at an orchestra fundraiser. 

She thought I was nuts.

Okay, maybe I've spent too much time reading J Peterman catalogues, but there are certain pieces in my wardrobe that trigger a sense of another life I'm having in an AU wearing that item...my black faux fur hat transforms me into a glamourous Russian spy on her way to rendezvous with her contact, I'm a naughty schoolgirl in my red and black plaid skirt, a Fifties B-movie sex kitten in leopard print, a rough-and-tumble cowgirl in denim and a red bandana.

There's an old Oingo-Boingo song that asks "Who do you want to be today?" (and someday, I'm going to take some of the pix from my "Couture" file and turn them into a montage icon that asks that question), and it's a valid question. For the most part, I'm happy with my life, but the added dimension of another persona gives a little sparkle to the days when mundane routine is all-too-boring.

Time to go dress for work. Who am I going to be today?