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[stillane]

 
I... might have committed further ficcage. I do believe I have managed to finish that bit that I've been plucking away at for many moons now. Which one, you may ask? (There are so many that fit that description, sadly.) Why, the one that involves the Rock and Stifler and their big, gay love affair. Kinda.

A long, long time ago, strifechaos put out a plea for fic for The Rundown for her birthday. For those of you who don't already know:

The Rundown ranks among the slashiest movies I have ever seen. This guy named Beck gets sent out to find this guy named Travis, and they spend pretty much the whole movie alternately attempting to knock each other around or bonding. Eventually, Beck expresses his accidental-but-undying affection in a couple very meaningful ways, and they ride off into the sunset together. No, really.

This movie cries out for fun, caper-ish fic. So of course I said, "Oooo, I will write that!" And then I utterly failed to write that. I wrote a little bit of something else instead, though, and then a little bit more. At some point, I gave up and went with it. This is not the fun, caper-ish fic, but I maybe like it anyway. (And strifechaos... um, at least it might exist before your next birthday? Oops?)

With that ringing endorsement: anyone up for a beta? It's about 3500 words, fairly straightforward, maybe PG-13 or soft R levels of roughness and nekidness, and features Beck and Travis getting to know one another. Eventually.

Any takers?

Comments

[raucousraven.livejournal.com]

If only I knew anything about that movie beyond your blurb -- but alas. And my research muscles are all totes pooped, so all I can offer is my eventual loving mockery of your Rock. (I don't know how he sets off every single last one of my mock-now alarms, but he does. I don't fight what works ;)

[stillane.livejournal.com]

*snorts* The guy kinda walks that fine line between really, really silly and just overproduced. What saves him, in my book, is that he knows it. Kind of like Fabio; if he just went around fluffing his hair and staring meaningfully at cameras, I'd have to despise him, but every now and then he comes out with something so self-mocking that you think he's maybe not buying his own press. Although, really, what can you do after you've been beaned by a seagull while riding a rollercoaster?

And my research muscles are all totes pooped

Gee, I wonder why? You mean you aren't just itching to go spend some time in a library somewhere, surrounded by miles and miles of semi-relevant texts with organizational systems which make sense only to drunkards and orangutans? Wimp. *g*

*quietly envies your advanced degree*

so all I can offer is my eventual loving mockery of your Rock.

But you will hurt his poor, delicate feelings! *sobs*

Heh.