ptahrrific: Jon and Stephen, "Believe in the me who believes in you" (fake news)
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Title: Anger
Series: TDS/TCR
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Two.

For the Report characters: They and their universe are property of Stephen Colbert, the other Report writers, and of course Viacom. Not mine. Sue me not, please.

And for the real people, the poem:
Please, make no mistake:
these people aren't fake,
but what's said here is no more than fiction.
It only was writ
because we like their wit
and wisecracks, and pull-squints, and diction.
We don't mean to quibble,
but this can't be libel;
it's never implied to be real.
No disrespect's meant;
if you disapprove, then,
the back button's right up there. Deal.


Summary: Another depressing ficlet. Jon's lucky he has a helpful friend like Stephen.


Anger


Jon doesn't understand how to deal with anger.

Stephen gets it. Stephen measures anger out in coffee spoons, serving it up in mostly-controlled doses, a volcano on a slow burn. Jon hides it: holds it in and tucks it away, sometimes so well that Stephen almost forgets it's even there.

But then something will happen that makes him truly furious (Stephen thought this would end once the peace-loving hippiecrats got a President who is as much of a pinko commie as Jon is, the one bright spot in this dismal failure of the electoral process, but even that hasn't worked, not yet), and Stephen can see the anger crackling beneath his skin, can see the fear behind his eyes as he begins to recognize that this thing will eat him alive if he doesn't stop it, and he has no idea how.

Lucky for Jon, he has Stephen.

Stephen knows exactly where to needle Jon. He knows which spots are most tender, thanks both to a broad study of the liberal mind and a more intimate association with this one in particular. He knows where the cracks are, and with a few well-aimed phrases (if they didn't want their homes washed away, they shouldn't have lived in New Orleans; you know this city isn't part of the real America; anyone stupid enough to make those investments deserved what they got) he can break them wide open.

If he's fast enough, Jon won't realize what's going on until after he's struck Stephen across the face.

Once the abscess is lanced, that's all it takes to drain the anger away. Of course it's replaced by guilt, because Jon is nothing if not profoundly nice, but this is easily salved. Hurt? Me? Barely even felt it. You'll need to lift a lot more weights before your puny old-man-slap leaves a mark, Stewart.

(Jon always pleads for forgiveness, as though he's done something unspeakably cruel. It's almost laughable. Does he really think Stephen hasn't been through worse?)

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Date: 2009-04-03 04:18 am (UTC)
deepad: black silhouette of woman wearing blue turban against blue background (Default)
From: [personal profile] deepad
OMG. This actually makes Stephen pretty smart and perceptive, and yet in character.

::makes a face:: I command you to write something cheerful, Erin. I want Jon Stewart to be happy!

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Date: 2009-04-03 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seagullsong.livejournal.com
Seconded.

Not that this isn't neat. I like the idea that Stephen knows exactly what he's doing when he messes with Jon. : )

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Date: 2009-04-03 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seagullsong.livejournal.com
It has to say something about the human mind that so many fans choose to express their adoration for characters by torturing them in stories.

I don't know what, though. : )

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Date: 2009-04-05 05:39 am (UTC)
deepad: black silhouette of woman wearing blue turban against blue background (Default)
From: [personal profile] deepad
No no, I got that he was unreliable in that he wasn't always reading Jon correctly. But he was being caring. Although I have to say I find it hard to buy Jon ever hitting anyone. If he reached breaking point, I'd much easier believe he would call it quits with any kind of relationship with Stephen, rather than choose physical violence.

::pokes you:: Write my "Jon"/"Stephen"! And I'd like a pony while you're at it.

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Date: 2009-04-03 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wishflower4.livejournal.com
My eyes literally BUGGED when I read...that line. You know the one. Don't make me read it again because my gut didn't like it. And I'm not going to think with anything other than my gut for DAYS because I know that'd make Stephen happy and he deserves it for being amazing. D=

He's so brilliant and self-sacrificing...and oh, god, I am very angry with this version of Jon.

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Date: 2009-04-03 04:34 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] stellar-dust.livejournal.com
Oh, Jon. ♥. Can't he see Stephen's helping him?

(something happy next! yes!)

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Date: 2009-04-03 04:38 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] stellar-dust.livejournal.com
P.S: Stephen measures anger out in coffee spoons..: ♥!

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?


augh, Stephen.

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Date: 2009-04-03 11:48 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] stellar-dust.livejournal.com
I love that poem. And T.S. Eliot in general. Do I dare to eat a peach? I will wear white flannel trousers and walk along the beach ..

Re: unreliable narrator: yes.

*looks downthread* Maybe if you take the "oh, Stephen" shots, happy!fic will ensue? ;D

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Date: 2009-04-03 06:18 am (UTC)
sarcasticsra: A picture of a rat snuggling a teeny teddy bear. (Default)
From: [personal profile] sarcasticsra
A sock to the gut, this ficlet. Ouch.

But oh so good. Oh, Stephen.

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Date: 2009-04-03 08:16 am (UTC)
sarcasticsra: A picture of a rat snuggling a teeny teddy bear. (Default)
From: [personal profile] sarcasticsra
Do you want us to die of alcohol poisoning? Because that is the only result of a game like that. =P

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Date: 2009-04-03 05:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wishflower4.livejournal.com
Yeah, but you can also damage your bladder doing that! Just admit you enjoy seeing us in pain!!

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Date: 2009-04-03 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daydreamer64.livejournal.com
Ugh. My heart. That line.

I think Stephen and Jon need some happy times- ;o;♥

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Date: 2009-04-03 10:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] lavinialavender.livejournal.com
Wow. This is really interesting. I like it a lot, from "If he's fast enough, Jon won't realize what's going on until after he's struck Stephen across the face" to his next italic-response.

Jon is such a really good guy, if those kinds of things (common people, America) are what makes him snap.

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Date: 2009-04-07 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] holly-cullen.livejournal.com
Ah, Jon. What I wouldn't give for you to strike "Stephen" across the face and feel no remorse as he finally learns to respect you...

Like that would ever happen.

Your ficlets are incredibly deep, and always seem to leave me breathless, whether from the writing or from the angst I don't know (both?).

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Date: 2009-04-08 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] culf.livejournal.com
This was amazing.
I loved "Stephen's" though process, even if it breaks my heart that he thinks this is the way to go about things. At least he's doing it because he cares about Jon, but that's not the best way. It's hurting both him and Jon. And it breaks my heart that Stephen's been through worse, and as you said, that he probably provokes it to be able to control the timing.

gah!

Date: 2009-11-09 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh gods the end of this fic just slammed into me and reminded me uncomfortably of just how many years it took me to realise that what was happening wasn't a 'oh yes that's just the way X is' and was actually abuse. She never broke any bones after all... it was my fault for speaking when she was in the room, my fault for looking disrespectful....

I don't know which of them I feel sorrier for - Stephen for the sheer messed-up-ness of his psyche or Jon for the damage it's doing him when Stephen 'helps'.

Re: gah!

Date: 2009-11-11 05:45 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Sure thing. And good work with that ending, it's very hard to write abusive pasts, especially that sort of non-acknowledgement, without it coming over as hammy.

I would kind of be interested to see hints of [authority/family figure] hit me, but done in the weird way that some survivors feel about it. 'Well, I know they said bad things about me, and I know when I was growing up it made me feel... well, pretty darn suicidal actually and I know they hit me/shoved me/pinched me/touched me in a way that didn't feel right and made me feel weird, but it wasn't abuse. Abuse is loads of bruises/broken bones/rape/being screamed at constantly happens to other people, poor people, people who deserve pity.' That sort of thing is low-level, insidious and cumulative and really hard to report or even be able to put a label to in the victim's own mind. On a psychological level it's pretty interesting. Experience-wise it's one to miss.

The person who made my youth so horrible drove two other family members to complete nervous breakdowns and manipulated family dynamics to the point where none of us considered acting against them. Eventually we started to withdraw, refusing to participate in the cycle any more as it got too much and we had no choice but to realise what was happening. I never reported it because I couldn't believe anyone would imagine an old person half my size and weight would pick on a young, strong family member who's known for being a martial artist, but I didn't stand a chance against that toxic natured person, and I still can't stop feeling ashamed of that and turning on a family member.

Ferrous.

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Date: 2009-12-09 09:38 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] jackandahat
Ouch, the last line is a kicker. (I know nothing about the actual characters - I found your FTM fic on a rec list of transfic, so I'm reading through other stuff. It's really good, even without knowing who people are.)

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Date: 2009-12-10 02:05 am (UTC)
jackandahat: A brown otter, no text. (Default)
From: [personal profile] jackandahat
I'm in England - the videos you link to in some of your fics are blocked for me. But I know of them because it's hard not to if you're online much,- they get mentioned a lot of places. One of those things where even if you don't go near the canon material, you pick stuff up by proxy.

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Date: 2010-07-24 08:27 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] geekminxen
I must be getting the hang of your oeuvre-- I hit the line "Lucky for Jon, he has Stephen," and thought, oh, crap, he pokes Jon where it hurts until Jon beats him.

And even knowing it was coming, the end of the fic still hurt. Well done. :>