gyzym: (TROPES IN YOUR TROPES)
So! You have stumbled upon my journal. If you're here for the fic, congratulations! You've come to the right place. If you don't know about the fic: hello! I am [livejournal.com profile] gyzym, and I write fanfiction. Most of it is slash (male/male) fanfiction; if this is not your cup of tea, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HEAD FOR THE HILLS.

All right, now that that's sorted, here's how this works: fic is divided by fandom and 'verse. Links and summaries and pairings are here; every link takes you to the top of the page in question, where you will find ratings, warnings, author's notes, etc. Please do not read anything rated R or higher if you are not of age where you live.

Hawaii 5-0 )

Inception )

Sherlock Holmes )

White Collar )

Harry Potter )

Veronica Mars )

On the Topic of Tags:
Yeah, um. I find it hilarious to use inane, random tags on my posts. Because, um. Because it is hilarious?

In any case, the tags that I use to streamline fic posting are (probably) all attached here.

On the Topic of Full Disclosure and Credit Where Credit is Due
Full disclosure: the username is an Allen Ginsberg reference; the journal title is from an e.e. cummings poem.

Additionally, I do not own any of the characters I play about with in my fanfiction, nor do I own most of the titles of said works--they're pulled from song lyrics, by and large. I'm not making any money from this, I have no intention of doing so, I claim no ownership of anything, and I don't mean to cause distress/offense/copyright infringement.

On the Topic of Problematic Elements in My Fiction
Should you find something, whilst reading one of my stories, that offends you/is incorrect/could offend others/is in any way problematic, please please please do not hesitate to tell me. I will never spew hate at you, I will never attack you, and I will always thank you for taking the time to let me know.

On the Topic of Non-Fic Things Discussed Herein
Sometimes I talk about my family! They're crazy, but generally in a hilarious way. Because my name, like it or not, has become Jizz/Jizzy (I really didn't mean to name myself after semen, I really didn't, I THOUGHT IT WAS AN INNOCENT ALLEN GINSBERG REFERENCE OKAY, I WAS YOUNG) a hilarious conversation ended up producing the following names for my brothers:

Burro Punch/Burro: My 19-year-old (frat boy) brother
Burrito Punch/Burrito: My 11-year-old (sixth grader) brother


Because...donkey punch...and ito is a...diminutive...anyway. THE POINT BEING, if I am referring to Burro&Burrito, they are my little brothers :D

Additionally, I have a non-fandom blog over on blogspot, called Illegible Address. It makes a concentrated effort to make it amusing; I'd love it if you guys felt like checking it out! Look, there's even an easy-click button:



On the Topic of Friending
By all means, feel free to friend me. Everything fandom related is public, and so is most everything else, though I don't post much that isn't fandom related these days. I always like meeting new people! I don't always friend back, which is NOT about you, but rather my utter inability to be responsible and proactive about replying to emails/notifications/whatever. It's a character flaw.

If you DO friend me, please do me the favor of dropping a hello into this post. I want to know what you're about! Also, I am often distracted by writing gay porn, and sometimes it takes me ages to actually pay attention to anything other than my bajillions of open Word documents. By which I mean: oh, god, you guys, I can be really terrible about answering comments, but that does not mean I am not a) reading them and b) feeling INSANE GRATITUDE towards anyone leaving them. I just, augh, I get all bogged down in writing and then it's been too long and I feel like an asshole and THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR ME, I AM SORRY.

Tl;dr summary? I'M KIND OF FLAKY SOMETIMES, BUT I DO ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU ALL ♥
gyzym: (T.Hard w/ cig and skepticism)
Ahahaha, fixed my internet, and then [livejournal.com profile] rrrowr did me a solid (THANK YOU RO THANK YOU RO OH MY GOD THANK YOU) and then I was all, what do you want? And she was all, Arthur/Eames wallsex! And for whatever reason, though I've been blocked on these two for seriously months and months and fucking months, this actually happened. I don't know if/when it will happen again, and my sincere apologies if it's not for awhile--I SWEAR TO GOD I'M TRYING WITH THESE TWO, THEY JUST. Oh man, when they don't talk to me they really do not say a fucking WORD, I don't know what to do with them.

So, uh, right, here's 1500 words of drunk Arthur/Eames established-relationship-ish kind of size kinky PWP? Like, seriously, PWP, and also glossing over the whole most-drunk-people-have-trouble-getting-hard-thing and oh, god, I don't even know, you guys. My apologies for the errors that are probably herein, this is an insomnia fic, and also for the terrible title, and also for the fact that after months of nothing on this front what came out is...this. Augh I don't even I'm going to go try to sleep now RO I LOVE YOU THANK YOU AGAIN.

Dangerous When Loaded, 1500 words, Arthur/Eames, NC-17 )
gyzym: (OMG TOM HARDY'S SMILE)
OKAY SO I COME BEARING DOMESTICVERSE THINGS. The first is the floorplan for their house in South Pasadena, which I've been wanting to draw up forever. BE ADVISED: I COMPLETELY HALF-ASSED THIS BECAUSE THE SOFTWARE I WAS USING HATED MY GUTS, AND SO I STOPPED LIKE...ADDING FURNITURE AFTER THE KITCHEN AND THE BED. Also, ignore ALL of the dimensions on this thing, I am *not* good at that kind of thing and didn't even guess as much as I like. Just drew it how I thought it would look without consideration of size. BUT:

Domesticverse floorplan )

Secondly, I...uh...wrote a domesticverse fic. Only this is this new thing I've been wanting to try for ages now: a domesticverse sidestory. These are basically going to be shorter stories that aren't in order with the master timeline/aren't as important to the ongoing plot as the main stories are/are too ridiculous to work into a bigger story. Basically they're little moments as opposed to...you know...plot builders. I'm still angsting over how the hell to tag them on Ao3, but this is the first one.

This particular story is Arthur & Eames' first New Year's Eve as a...couple type thing :D That means that, timeline wise, this is set in between "between my reflex & my resolve" and "this life looks good on you."

Happy New Year, guys! ♥

Title: so this is the new year
Rating: PG/PG-13
Wordcount: ~2550
Summary: On the one hand, they've been…whatever they are…for six whole months, which is probably long enough to trust that Arthur means it when he says Eames can go. On the other hand, it's only been six months, which is not nearly long enough for Eames to take it on faith that Arthur isn't testing him somehow.

so this is the new year )
gyzym: (Arthur's on a beach)
HELLO HELLO INTERWEBS.

I apologize for being a little MIA, shit has been busy etc etc holiday parties etc etc limited time etc etc OMG YULETIDE all of things etc etc etc etc. I have a lot of things to say! But, first and foremost, I would like to let everyone know that (drumroll please):

I HAVE NAMED MY BROTHERS.

Yes, it's true, everyone clap, I know you are as thrilled as I am about this. AND EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT, I am deeply relieved not to have to keep typing out "the nineteen year old" and "the eleven year old" every six seconds. And I guess I should probably...tell you...the names. So, uh, basically what happened is [livejournal.com profile] two_if_by_sea suggested I call one of them Donkey Punch because she's hilarious and horrifying and stuff, and then that mutated into:

Burro Punch/Burro: My 19-year-old frat boy brother
Burrito Punch/Burrito: My 11-year-old sixth grade brother

You know, because burro means...donkey and "ito" is an...affectionate diminutive...okay anyway HURRAY FOR CATHY! I will probably mostly be calling them Burro and Burrito, TBH :D BUT AT LEAST THEY ARE NAMED NOW.

Speaking of my brothers, the other night Burro and I got high and he unwittingly outlined a hilarious Inception fic with me. )

So, you know, that was the best ten minutes of my life.

And now, because it's been ages since I posted fic and I feel legit bad about that (although I am working on things I swear I am) here is a WIP dump!

1200 words of unfinished top!Arthur PWP )

2,000 words of...um, drunk blowjob porn )

That coffeeshop AU drabble that I posted on Nellie's AU thinger awhile back )

And a coffeeshop AU drabble never before seen by the internet )

Will these coffeeshop scenes make it into the coffeeshop sequel? Er, maybe. Which brings up the question: is there going to be a coffeeshop sequel? Er...probably. BUT I DON'T KNOW WHEN, GUYS, IT MIGHT BE MONTHS FROM NOW, DON'T HOLD ME TO ANYTHING, OKAY?

Also I'm working on this other thing. I'll tell you guys about it soon, when it's done. For now, I have a Yuletide to write (oh god) and nails to paint and, hopefully, coffee to drink. HAPPY SATURDAY, GUYS :D
gyzym: (A&E)
THIS STORY IS FUCKING DONE NOW JESUS CHRIST. Part One can be found here.

Title: we were once cinema gods in the night [2/2]
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Wordcount: 10,556 (this part)/~21,000 (full story)
Warnings: Discussion of past drug use, generally appalling language, canon character death
Summary: That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

we were once cinema gods in the night [2/2] )
gyzym: (T.Hard w/ cig and skepticism)
Er so. The things is I've been working on this Hollywood AU on and off for months because my brother, who knows not what he does, sent me this article about, among other things, how Inception is a metaphor for film making. And, of course, immediately I was like ARTHUR IS THE PRODUCER EAMES IS THE ACTOR OH MY FUCKING GOD I NEED TO WRITE THIS. Because, you know, I have no self control.

And anyway this is the first 10K and normally I don't do the whole WIP thing but OH MY GOD I NEEDED TO GET THIS PART OFF MY FUCKING COMPUTER IF I WANTED TO GET THE REST DONE, so, uh. Sorry. I apologize. For the WIP-ness. The rest should be done soon.

Also, A Disclaimer: What little I do know about the film industry is culled from a torrid on again/off again relationship with watching Entourage and, more importantly, the year I spent dating a film student in college. I spent a lot of time on college film sets! I spent a lot of time in college cutting rooms! But I DO NOT ACTUALLY KNOW HOW IT WORKS IN HOLLYWOOD. Much of this could be very, very, very wrong, and I used some ~artistic license~, and I make nooooo claims that this is how this industry actually functions. None. Okay?

Also, a DP is a director of photography, or that dude or dudette who, you know, films the movie.

Title: we were once cinema gods in the night [Part One]
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Wordcount: 10,358 (this part)
Warnings: Discussion of past drug use, generally appalling language, canon character death
Summary: That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

we were once cinema gods in the night [Part One] )
gyzym: (Wait for the kick)
So, once upon a time [livejournal.com profile] two_if_by_sea and I had this conversation in comments on...something...about this awesome band called Why? and I was all OMG THEIR LYRICS and she was all OMG SO MANY FIC TITLE OPTIONS (I am paraphrasing here) and we started throwing lines back and forth. And she said "I'll see you when the sun sets east/don't forget me" and I said, you know, that line makes me want to write a story about Arthur and Eames getting stuck in limbo and searching for each other, and then I got distracted by other things and forgot about it.

...and then, uh, today I wrote it.

ETA: Now with breathtakingly gorgeous fanart by the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] staticlights. Seriously, it's just...it's just stunning, oh my god.

Title: i'll see you when the sun sets east (don't forget me)
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 3257
Warnings: Er, limbo fic?
Summary: He knows he is alone, and that he is not supposed to be alone, and that someone else is here. He knows he had a name, once. He knows he is looking for something.

i'll see you when the sun sets east (don't forget me) )
gyzym: (JGL with guitarrrrr)
THE COFFEESHOP AU, IT IS FINISHED.

So, uh, disclaimer first and foremost: I work for a mid-sized corporate law firm, but in the marketing department. I don't know shit about shit, and I don't claim to know. Anything I've gotten right in terms of Arthur's job is entirely due to the most excellent [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan, and anything I've gotten wrong is totally my own fault.

Also, this story is my love song to [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing, my tribute to the baristas who keep me in free coffee, and an (early?) birthday present for [livejournal.com profile] bookshop. And, also, the title is a nod to Paul Simon, because who doesn't love that guy? Except, you know, Art Garfunkel.

ETA 1: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NOW WITH ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL FANART BY [livejournal.com profile] pen_pistola AND MORE TO COME FROM [livejournal.com profile] xxdoublexx YOU GUYS ARE MUCH TOO GOOD TO ME PLEASE TO BE SHOWERING LOVE ON EVERY FANARTIST EVER AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

ETA 2: I did a soundtrack for this story, because YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO AWESOME AND THE LEAST I CAN DO IS OFFER YOU SOME FREE MUSIC, OH MY GOD ♥

ETA 3: HOLY FUCKING SHIT PLEASE TO BE VIEWING ALL THE AMAZING FANART FOR THIS STORY I CANNOT EVEN. MY GRATITUDE IS BEYOND WORDS AND THEY ARE ALL SO AMAZING AND FDJFDSFDNSFJSDFSDF GO GO GO SHOWER THE ARTISTS WITH LOVE GOOOOOO!!!

ETA 4: [livejournal.com profile] pennyplainknits has done a simply fantastic podfic of this story. IT IS AMAZING. AMAZING.

Title: I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy in New York)
Pairing: Arthur/Eames [side Ariadne/Yusuf]
Rating: Probably PG-13, to be honest, but let's go with R and be on the safe side.
Wordcount: 19,745
Summary: Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.

I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy in New York), 1/2 )
gyzym: (Arthur's on a beach)
...um. So. I wrote some new domestic!verse fic. This was supposed to be a quick little story about shit breaking in Arthur & Eames' house, but they had...other plans. And now it's 16K? And not really about shit breaking so much? So, you know, there's that.

Sometimes I despair of my life, you guys.

[livejournal.com profile] angelgazing says this one is my fault; I suspect, secretly, that she is still to blame, but for the sake of not making her sputter with rage I will just thank her for being the devil angel on my shoulder :D

Title: having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 16,200
Summary: This time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all.
Author's Note: This story is the eighth in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home), also known as the domestic!verse; the link takes you to the series master post.

having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone [1/2] )
gyzym: (JGL with guitarrrrr)
So, last night I went to dinner with my entire extended family, and in between arguing about a party my father had at 16 and where my brother gets his hair cut and whether or not it would have TOTALLY BEEN STEALING to pretend we didn't notice when we got the wrong check (I may have method-written most some of that fic about Arthur's family, okay), we got into this conversation. This conversation about what a bummer it classic rock isn't ~properly appreciated~ anymore.

OBVIOUSLY THE SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM WAS TO MAKE A CLASSIC ROCK ARTHUR/EAMES FANMIX, AMIRITE?

A caveat: this is obviously not all of classic rock. This is, in fact, the classic rock I grew up with--my father is a hippie, he just hides it well, and my parents sung Simon & Garfunkel and Three Dog Night as lullabies when my brothers and I were kids. You'll notice that Led Zeppelin doesn't make an appearance, for example, because my father has always said that No Self-Respecting Deadhead Listens To Robert Plant (the capital letters were implied).

So, uh. Here's 12 songs that actually kind of tell a story about Arthur and Eames, and then five more that have very little relevance, but should just be in everyone's iTunes. Because...because they should be. Because I insist? IT'S FREE MUSIC OKAY, DON'T QUESTION ME.

I even titled this one, just for you guys.

Shakedown Thieves Walking in Broad Daylight )
gyzym: (Go to sleep Mr. Eames)
Okay, trying to be responsible and proactive here, and am ACTUALLY GOING THROUGH AND TAGGING/LINKING ALL THE DOMESTICVERSE FICS TOGETHER. Because, uh. I realized this universe clocks in at 53K right now [ETA: 75K as of 12/27/10, WHAT EVEN]? So I probably should like...organize it, before I add more. Which means I need a master post. So, you know, here it is.

Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home) )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
Okay, here's the goddamn motherfucking fkdsfjsdfjsd wedding fic. It took forever. POSSIBLY BECAUSE IT IS ALMOST 20K? I just. I don't even know what happened here.

I have to tell you guys: I pretty much hate this fic right now, it's eaten at my soul, I have massive fucking doubts about it, but just. [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing says I have to post it, and I need it out of my damn to-do file, and just. *Tears at hair and makes pleading eyes* I CANNOT OFFER ANY...ANYTHING FOR THIS ANYMORE. I JUST CAN'T. I AM SORRY. BUT THERE'S LIKE 3K OF RIMMING PORN TUCKED IN IT? I JUST. I DON'T EVEN. NO MORE SPEAKING.

And, with that auspicious introduction:

Title: life long local foreigner, i
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 19,464 (JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT, SELF)
Summary: Arthur grins, lazy and relaxed, and Eames thinks that maybe this is how people get through these things, tethered to one another when they can't hold on anywhere else.
Author's Note: This story is the seventh in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home), also known as the domesticverse; the link takes you to the series master post. Specifically, it is the companion piece to pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name; the titles are from the same song and everything!

life long local foreigner, i [1/2] )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
HILARIOUS THING NUMBER ONE:

So, I changed my lj name thing to "and zeus was like yeah i've had allll the bitches" after that conversation with [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing the other day, because I was laughing so hard I could not breathe and she said I should. I did that, and I forgot about it, and today I got an email from LJ to notify me that I have to buy more paid time that was ADDRESSED TO "and zeus was like yeah i've had allll the bitches." Like, literally, it read "Dear and zeus was like yeah i've had allll the bitches, your paid account will expire in blah blah blah."

I laughed so hard I did not even mind realizing how VERY QUICKLY 6 months have gone by.

HILARIOUS THING NUMBER TWO:

My family is officially too large for anyone's good. I know this because I came into the coffee shop today and I saw a woman sitting in the corner and I thought "Huh, she looks familiar." And I got my coffee and saw her looking at me with that same expression on her face, that how-do-I-know-you expression, and I was like, hmmm, we must have met somewhere. But she left while I was getting my coffee and I've been thinking about it since and five minutes ago I realized: THAT WAS MY AUNT NORMA.

I mean, really, just, what.

(HOPEFULLY?) HILARIOUS THING NUMBER THREE:

I feel guilty about how long the stupid wedding fic is taking me (WRITE YOURSELF, LAST SCENE, I WANT TO BE WORKING ON THE NEXT DOMESTIC!VERSE FIC), so I wrote you guys some total crack! Hopefully the wedding thing will be done at some point today, but who can tell. If the title of this does not make sense, please proceed to your nearest Blockbuster and rent Little Shop of Horrors. Or see a live production! It is pretty much amazing.

Title: Don't Feed Me, Seymour
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Summary: "This looks delicious," Eames fucking lies, because the only accurate statement would be This looks like intestines, and he would like Arthur to continue to shagging him.

Don't Feed Me, Seymour )
gyzym: (Ariadne!)
So, uh, [livejournal.com profile] hackthis has been all MOAR YUSUF all over the place and I've wanted to write this story for ages and pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name and the fic about Arthur's family needed a bridge between them. So here, have some Ariadne/Yusuf! The Arthur fic will be up...as soon as I finish it.

Title: take the long way home (soft as the radio)
Pairing: Ariadne/Yusuf, Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The thought washes over her, steady and calming like a warm breeze, that this could be her own kind of love story.
Author's Note: Despite being Ariadne/Yusuf, this story is the sixth in an Arthur/Eames series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post. There is a heavy Arthur/Eames presence in this piece, and the arc of the story covers a number of events that happen in the 'verse timeline. Yes? Yes.

take the long way home (soft as the radio) )
gyzym: (CARE BEARS)
DEAR EVERYONE EVER ON THIS PLANET EVER:

THE DARLING BEAUTIFUL EXCELLENT FABULOUS LIGHT OF MY LIFE, [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing, WROTE MORE INCEPTION CARE BEARS. NO, GUYS. SERIOUSLY. IT'S THE INCEPTION CARE BEARS ARTHUR/EAMES WEDDING. IT IS CHRISTMAS AND HANUKKAH COME EARLY. IT IS THE BEST THING SINCE SLICED BREAD. I AM CLUTCHING AT MY HEART IN GLEE.

OH MY GOD I AM JUST GOING TO GO READ IT FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER NOW.

SERIOUSLY. EVERYTHING IS COMING UP RAINBOWS. GO. LOOK. FEEL BETTER ABOUT THE WORLD FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.

THAT IS ALL.
gyzym: (arthur with book)
What's the best way to wind down from writing 10K of angsty grief fic? Why, by writing 5K of ridiculous Trojan War AU crack, of course!

I'd like to state for the record that the actual mythology behind the Trojan War is nothing at all like this. It is much, much better. I changed things around and I totally fucked with everything and actually, really, this whole thing is like me turning to Homer and saying "I bite my thumb at you, sir." Additionally, today's Blame Game winners are my high school Latin teacher, who turned me into a mythology nerd, [livejournal.com profile] aredblush, who drew this adorable sketch of Cupid!Arthur and Zeus!Eames and thus gave me the idea for fucking about with this concept, and [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing, because she linked me to said sketch and because everything is her fault forever.

But, um. Enjoy?

Title: Lay Your Siege
Pairing: Arthur/Eames [Cobb/Mal]
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 4846
Summary: Haven't you been paying attention? This is a war story.

Lay Your Siege )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
And then I thought, "It's not really domesticity until you've dealt with each other's family shit!" Thus, 10K about Eames' father's funeral, which will, in the next few days, be followed by a companion piece about Arthur's sister's wedding. Because...yes.

Jesus guys it's 2:30 in the morning and this fic took a lot out of me, I apologize for my lack of wit. This is in that domesticity verse, with between my reflex & my resolve and this life looks good on you, etc. Please note that [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing totally coaxed this story out of me word by aching word, and I love her forever. Oh, oh! And also [livejournal.com profile] postcardmystery, who Brit-picked and taught me about public school and helped me create Eames' backstory, and [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan, who is always such the best.

Title: pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This is a fic dealing with grief; specifically, the loss of a parent. Be advised.
Summary: The thing is...the thing is Arthur'd thought Eames played it fast and loose with affection like he plays it fast and loose with everything else, and instead it's been this stupid climb, hand over foot, and of the two of them Eames has been the braver, really.
Author's Note: This story is the fifth in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post.

pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name )

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