gyzym

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 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 ♥

Right, so, leupagus and wheres_walnut and I were talking about nerdy high school Steve, and somehow I accidentally ended up writing a little bit of Curving Like The Ocean Toward You 'verse nonsense. So...here's that!

Sorry, dudes, it's 4 in the morning, that's all I got right now.

Title: Maybe We're Both Too Far Gone
Rating: PG, except for, you know, all the fucking swearing, like always.
Wordcount: ~1900
Summary: A picture's worth a thousand words; a thousand and one, if there's a mullet involved.

( Maybe We're Both Too Far Gone )

Sorry, did you want some h/c to go with your overwhelming amounts of glorious gay? Because that turns out to be what I'm in the mood for tonight. Post-ep for 1.20, spoilers obviously contained herein, title from the Avett Brothers' song The Day That Marvin Gaye Died. I have by and large stopped rating shit because it is TOO HARD YO, but, uh, this contains swearing and kissing but no sex? Proceed accordingly.

Title: trip on my words and land on my heart
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Wordcount: 2345
Summary: I love you is hard, and so is I'm sorry.

( trip on my words and land on my heart )

And now we celebrate the second birthday of the day, that of the truly excellent dogeared--and seriously, I'm just saying, April 10th is a pretty damn auspicious day what with all these awesome people being born on it, y'all better recognize. dogeared, love, here's a lazy Sunday morning, Steve & Danny style. I hope it is to your liking, and may you have the happiest of days. ♥

( Everything Is Just Fine, Steve/Danny, PG, 852 words. )

At 1110 words, this isn't so much an insomnia ficlet as it is a really short insomnia fic! Hooray, or something. It gets a title and a header and all that jazz, I hope it is proud of itself. And look, sheafrotherdon, it's a warm fuzzy one and everything :D

Title: when your boots are well worn in
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: G/PG, unless you count the assorted foul language.
Summary: Steve's sick, Danny knows it, and "Fuck you," like "Book 'em Danno," is mostly a term of endearment.

( when your boots are well worn in )

1. sdjfhjsdkfhdsjkfhsdjk jfdshfgjksdhfdshfgdsh you guys aphelant podficced two of my fics! She did i'll see you when the sun sets east (don't forget me), the Inception fic where Arthur & Eames are in limbo, and that H50 ficlet where Danny sleeps so hard he left a bruise, which I didn't title because I'm asshole. And she also did a truly magnificent rendition of weatherfront's You're Waiting for an Orgasm, and oh my god, you guys, dsjfhdsjkfhkds THEY ARE AMAZING, THEY ARE ALL SO AMAZING. I'm always just floored when someone wants to podfic my stuff, and these are just. I can't even, she did things with the effects in i'll see you when the sun sets east that are just, oh my god, so much better than the actual fic. AMAZEBALLS. A-MAZE-BALLS.

2. It's hermette's birthday for another 10 minutes (GETTING THIS IN UNDER THE WIRE YES I AM), and she is SO GOOD TO ME ALWAYS AND THE BEST EVER, so I wrote her a ficlet about Danny and Steve being stupid in love with each other in the morning. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BB. ALL OF MY LOVE. ♥

( you're a beautiful and violent word )

RIGHT SO FIRST: INCEPTION FEN. INCEPTION FEN. LISTEN UP.

Okay, I know I rec wheres_walnut's art like, all the fucking time, like every time she posts art, I know I do that, I really do. I AM AWARE. But the thing is I do it because it is, every time, blow the fuck away good, and oh my god, you guys. She is doing an art WIP (an ART WIP!!!) over at the kinkmeme where Arthur & Eames are fellow commuters on the Metro North and, you guys, Jesus Christ. Look, I know fuck-all about art aside from WOW THAT'S SO GORGEOUS DJHASFJKSDF but the thing I always love love love about Walnut's art is how goddamn real it feels, her use of color to set the mood, this vivid expansive beyond-what-I-can-articulate scene she manages to build. Even if you are not in Inception fandom and this, to you, would be two random dudes on a train, GO LOOK. THEY WILL BE THE MOST BREATHTAKING TWO DUDES ON A TRAIN YOU'VE EVER SEEN.

/embarrassing Walnut (SORRY NUT, I CANNOT CONTAIN MY LOVE AT ALL).

And, ahahaha, okay, second: so, when I first started posting fanfiction, I said to myself, "Jizz. Jizz. You can feel free to pound out whatever nonsense you like, so long as--and this is very important--you never write fic set in or around Cleveland, Ohio." This is for a lot of reasons, the predominant one being that I grew up/live here and thus have deep fear of self insert, though there's also the fear that my unlikely but undeniable love for this place will grip me so furiously that I'll never be able to set anything anywhere else ever again. Whatever the reason, "Don't write fic about Ohio" has been the "TOUCH NOTHING BUT THE LAMP" of my fanfiction career, and I have observed the rule faithfully.

But, see, tonight sheafrotherdon posted this vid about Michigan and, because I grew up in Ohio, Michigan makes me think of University of Michigan makes me think of Muck Fichigan makes me think of the Ohio State Buckeyes makes me think of buckeye candy makes me think of my childhood makes me think of home, and so my brain...went there. It went there, and to continue the Aladdin analogy this idea is like that giant ruby and I am Abu and somewhere my common sense is screaming NO YOU ASSHOLE TOUCH NOTHING BUT THE LAMP DO NOT WRITE FIC ABOUT OHIO, but I. I can't help myself.


What is happening to me right now. For serious.

So under the cut are some random context-free snippets of Danny and Steve in Northeast Ohio because of [plot device I haven't worked out], in the hopes that it will get the fuck out of my system. This is not fanfiction, it is 1500 words of fucking about on the internet. THAT'S TOTALLY DIFFERENT. I'M NOT TOUCHING THE LAMP. IF I DON'T GIVE IT A TITLE IT'S NOT REAL. Oh god.

( Pumpkin picking, a Browns game, a sleepy drive, a thunderstorm, and a cardinal. )

Fell asleep on my laptop with all my gdocs open watching South Park like a boss; woke up with this in my head. Reverse insomnia, what? I have got to stop doing this.

( someday this will be titled. maybe. )

Left computer downstairs in attempt to sleep; wrote post-ep on phone instead. Insanity offical, send help.
( 1.19 post-ep, Steve/Danny, shenanagins. )

BEFORE YOU READ THIS FIC, HERE IS AN AWESOME THING:



fic_kitty DID A STEVE/DANNY VID TO THE AVETT BROTHER'S SONG "I AND LOVE AND YOU." My fucking heart, you guys. Go tell her how fucking awesome she is, for serious.

In other news, here is...er, 2,000 words of plotless Steve/Danny fic that I wrote by accident this afternoon. Sometimes I fall in love with the words? I swear to god I'm working on stuff in which things, you know, actually happen. Title is from a willful mishearing of a line from the Florence & The Machine Song "Dog Days Are Over," because, whatever, I'm just like this, I don't know.

Title: the wild corners
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Danny hovers between wakefulness and sleep and feel likes an emptied conch--worn smooth where Steve has washed over him, flush with the faint echo of all the places they've touched.

( the wild corners )