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The Other Last Duet by Loranova (R)
Me again, and off to a late start driving the Oz van here. While I'm waiting for a chance to rec some recent entries in an Oz fic challenge, though, there's no reason not to dig back a ways and pull out a golden oldie that shouldn't be forgotten...
Fandom: Oz
Pairing: B/K
Author on LJ: not that i know of
Author website: author's page at C5 archive
Why this must be read:
Because it hurts so good, and gives an insight into Keller that isn't commonplace. Loranova only wrote a handful of stories in the fandom, bringing a unique touch to them all. Several make you truly laugh out loud. This one, Chris reflecting on Toby and his life as he languishes in protective custody S5, will break your heart.
My voice is low, breathy, I'm alone but I don't want anyone to hear. Except maybe...yeah, right. If Toby ever took a walk on the fuckin' wild side it'd be to check out the freaks and feel better about himself. Clean himself on my filth. Why do you think the first person he turned to after I left was a mirror of himself? Katherine, what a fuckin' joke. I brush her off like this cause I'm completely and entirely paralyzed with jealousy. I hate her. Single mom, career woman, power suits, micro-minis. The consciously coifed hair, an afterthought, like she's a couple years behind and always trying to keep up. The arrogance and indifference, what the hell was she trying to pull? Do you know how hard it was not to bust out laughing all those times she came on to me? Don't think I didn't pick up on that, honey. Nice try, really, a valiant effort. You idiot. Honestly, I don't understand the attraction. Yes I do. I totally understand it and that's what scares the hell out of me. Toby said he loved her. Like love is something that happens when income brackets and education levels collide. When you see that painted delusion you're supposed to reproduce with. Oh yes, Toby, the right girl is out there for you, a nice pretty thing with a mind of her own and a degree to hang on the wall next to yours. She'll stay at home if you ask her to, she'll make more babies and teach them what kind of toys to play with. Dolls, trucks, diet pills, guns. You'll be happy, sedated, opiated in the system of buying and selling and compliance. The system that takes people like me and kicks us in the balls. That herds us into ghettos - the wild side - and tries to claim they'd be better off without us. Which is so fucking hilarious, cause everyone knows it's total bullshit. Toby, without a homo, how would you know you're hetero? Without the transgressors, how could you be normal? You fucking need me just as badly as Jerry Falwell does.
The Other Last Duet
Fandom: Oz
Pairing: B/K
Author on LJ: not that i know of
Author website: author's page at C5 archive
Why this must be read:
Because it hurts so good, and gives an insight into Keller that isn't commonplace. Loranova only wrote a handful of stories in the fandom, bringing a unique touch to them all. Several make you truly laugh out loud. This one, Chris reflecting on Toby and his life as he languishes in protective custody S5, will break your heart.
My voice is low, breathy, I'm alone but I don't want anyone to hear. Except maybe...yeah, right. If Toby ever took a walk on the fuckin' wild side it'd be to check out the freaks and feel better about himself. Clean himself on my filth. Why do you think the first person he turned to after I left was a mirror of himself? Katherine, what a fuckin' joke. I brush her off like this cause I'm completely and entirely paralyzed with jealousy. I hate her. Single mom, career woman, power suits, micro-minis. The consciously coifed hair, an afterthought, like she's a couple years behind and always trying to keep up. The arrogance and indifference, what the hell was she trying to pull? Do you know how hard it was not to bust out laughing all those times she came on to me? Don't think I didn't pick up on that, honey. Nice try, really, a valiant effort. You idiot. Honestly, I don't understand the attraction. Yes I do. I totally understand it and that's what scares the hell out of me. Toby said he loved her. Like love is something that happens when income brackets and education levels collide. When you see that painted delusion you're supposed to reproduce with. Oh yes, Toby, the right girl is out there for you, a nice pretty thing with a mind of her own and a degree to hang on the wall next to yours. She'll stay at home if you ask her to, she'll make more babies and teach them what kind of toys to play with. Dolls, trucks, diet pills, guns. You'll be happy, sedated, opiated in the system of buying and selling and compliance. The system that takes people like me and kicks us in the balls. That herds us into ghettos - the wild side - and tries to claim they'd be better off without us. Which is so fucking hilarious, cause everyone knows it's total bullshit. Toby, without a homo, how would you know you're hetero? Without the transgressors, how could you be normal? You fucking need me just as badly as Jerry Falwell does.
The Other Last Duet