AND SO COMMENCES...ANGSTY APRIL!
Hey guys!!
First thing: I'm holding off on posting the Smuffy F*cking February and Merry March fic list to catch a few late submissions. I'm thinking...maybe tax day? April 15th? Anyway, I'll get around to posting that, including all of these hilarious April Fools' Pranks! Live up while you can, peeps, because it's going to be a bumpy ride!
So mofos...You Think You Can Angst? I know I've shot myself in the leg before with this, and practically needed to be medicated afterwards, but I'm a dumb broad who doesn't learn, so I am hereby challenge you, Fic Crew, to ANGST THE FUCK OUT OF THIS MONTH. Granted, for my own sanity, I may not READ every one right away, but now is the time to bring your big guns.
Do it. Do your worst. Although please, no graphic murder or rape. Keep it within the boundaries of good taste.
And now! Here are your PROMPTS!
SINGLE WORDS OR PHRASES
• “Latin lover”
• Lipstick prints
• 7 minutes in heaven
• A rain of pink and red sequins
• Cupid’s Bow
• White lace and pink ribbons
• Glitter and cupcakes
• The Ace of Cups
• Better than you
• Cross-dimensional phone bills
• Cargasm
• “Think Pink”
• Wedding Day
• Comfort
• Sonata
• Online dating service
• Jealousy
• Smudged Mascara
• Bergamot
QUOTES OR SONG LYRICS
• "There was a red construction paper heart taped to her door."
• “Birds of a feather flock together”
• “Time isn't wasted when you're getting wasted”
• “Let's unburn all our bridges”
• “Turn the lights down low”
• “And the wanting comes in waves”
• “When it's so dark I can't feel the light, well I close my eyes and think of you”
• "I've learned to love what I've become"
• "I can hear this beat it fills my head up"
• “I’m tight at the seam, and I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green”
• "Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe, love is a banquet on which we feed"
• "Well, I have never got that result before."
• "Off like panties on prom night."
• “She was so drunk yelling at me in my driveway to fuck her. It was the ghetto version of Romeo and Juliet."
• “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.”
• “There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
IMAGES
• Fabio & Co, I will never unsee this
• Kiss and a rose
• Romance Ad
• Puppy love
• A fanart
• Breakfast
• Fog
• Kiss, bite.
• Hug from behind
• Grabbing sheets
• Curling up
• Hands entwined
• Let’s get those off
• kiss behind umbrella
• Sketch by Elianthos: odd man out
SONGS/POEMS
• ”Kiss ~ Prince
• A White Rose by John O’Reilly
• ”A Hunting Girl ~ Jethro Tull
• “Is this Love” ~ Whitesnake
• “All I Want, All I Need” ~ Whitesnake
• “Forever Love” ~xjapan
• “I Would Do Anything for Love” ~ Meatloaf
• “More Than a Feeling” ~ Boston
• “Don’t Stop Believing” ~ Journey
• “Take My Breath Away” ~ Berlin
• “Always” ~ Bon Jovi
• “Everything I Do” ~ Bryan Adams
Ha! See what I did there! You guys said you can angst anything! :P PROVE IT BABY!
HOP TO IT!!! You have all of April, and same rules as last time. If you need to be reminded, here is the guide from last time, which includes a checklist of "What is Angst?" I'll probably only give this one a month, maybe a month and a half, because I can only take so much black depression before wanting to drink myself into a coma and desperately rereading Ellorgast's Monstersocks and ramblinprose's hot smut to erase the hurt.
Here's a little something to get you started. Written in 30 minutes, so unbeta'ed, and a little clunky.
Title: The Shadow Behind
AU
Her mind had been made up for a while, so finally picking a day, and then coming to that day...that was the easy part. Not everything was so easy.
It had never been.
It was Sunday. It was winter.
He was the first to get up, as usual. The first to pull himself into a sitting position, take a precious second to collect his bearings that sleep had scattered for him, to shuffle off to the baby's room before the plaintive whines turned to wails. She had promised herself that today, --this day, she would be the one to get up to tend to the baby, to prove that she was getting there. Getting better. But it didn't happen.
Amy rolled on her side and stared out the window at the gray sky.
He was sitting at the kitchen table and feeding the baby his morning bottle. Both of them had the same hair: sandy corkscrews mussed from sleep, and in his case, stress. She put her hand on his shoulder and pressed her face into the mess of curls, breathing in the fresh scent of his bergamot shampoo.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, feeling her lips and tongue form words on their own. It was ludicrous to think she had ever had control of anything.
He reached up and put his hand on hers. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah," she replied automatically, and then offered: "I had a bad dream."
She told him her plans for that day: that she was going to take the baby out and meet Raye for lunch. That new place next to the Trader Joe's, that specialized in gluten-free cuisine and had a coffee bar. He nodded, told her to have fun, gave the baby one last squeeze and her a peck on the lips before gathering his things and heading out the door.
Now the day could finally begin.
The baby went in his high chair, fed and freshly diapered, and placated with a toy. Amy ripped a page from her journal and started writing.
Words didn't give her thoughts any sense.
She loved Evander. Loved him so much that every waking moment was consumed by thoughts of him. He was too young to know love; to him, she was the source of food and comfort, and it wouldn't be until much later, when his teeth came in and his brain developed, that her role would expand to protector, provider, and source of unconditional love.
The page was crumpled, and then burned, and the ashes were flushed down the toilet.
The next two attempts met the same fate. She scribbled a short message on the dry erase board and picked up the baby to get him dressed.
It was freezing cold out, the wind piercing through any opening it could find: the smidge of buttonholes on her peacoat, the crack between her gloves and sleeves, the loops in between the stitches of her hat and scarf. The baby was snug in his snowsuit and stroller with the wind guard up. She had dressed for lunch and put on makeup, and packed extra diapers and formula in the bag. His tiny hat had a googly-eyed frog on it.
It was winter and there was no one on the pier. Not this early. The gray water stormed against the weathered wood, frothing and white as it churned. A memory flashed through her mind in a brief streak of color: sitting in Serena's hot tub, sipping champagne and laughing at something as Zach played with sparklers. That water had been hot, and she had come out looking boiled.
She pulled the top off of the strolled and lifted him up. The baby's eyes squinted open against the wind, and he struggled briefly to turn his face away from it. She pulled him close and kissed one rosy cheek, and then the other, and pressed his tiny body close against her.
Her lithe body wiggled between two of the pylons, and then she stepped off.
The fall wasn't high enough to do any damage. The water would have to do it.
The saturated peacoat pulled her down immediately, and she held her breath against the water as the bone-chilling cold stabbed at her skin. She held the baby tight in an iron grasp as his body spasmed frantically, and it took only a few moments for him to go still. Her body bobbed up momentarily and the gray, wavering light of the sky broke into her vision before she tucked her chin down and let herself sink. She couldn't stand it, all the movement, the water slicing her up with its coldness, the world screaming above her head and breaking her into pieces. Her heart, her lungs, her brain....all of it was covered in black, in slime. For a while, she could pull through it, scrub it off, let her body be free of the parasite, but it came back. It had never left. It laughed at her with vicious eyes and gleaming fangs and waited to tear into her. Zach couldn't save her. No one could. She was always there, behind the shadow, and she could reign it in, but never banish it. The baby would carry that shadow. It would eat him too. She loved him too much for that to happen.
She thought briefly of her mother and her sad, pale blue eyes, before letting out her breath.
It hurt like hell, and she screamed against it, and then everything went dark, and warm.
Zach returned to an empty house, grabbed an apple, and read the note on the dry erase board.
Two sentences.
There was no other way. I can't be fixed.
:O Yep, dead babby! What else do I got?
Now your turn everyone! Kill my happy boner with your horrible angst!
First thing: I'm holding off on posting the Smuffy F*cking February and Merry March fic list to catch a few late submissions. I'm thinking...maybe tax day? April 15th? Anyway, I'll get around to posting that, including all of these hilarious April Fools' Pranks! Live up while you can, peeps, because it's going to be a bumpy ride!
So mofos...You Think You Can Angst? I know I've shot myself in the leg before with this, and practically needed to be medicated afterwards, but I'm a dumb broad who doesn't learn, so I am hereby challenge you, Fic Crew, to ANGST THE FUCK OUT OF THIS MONTH. Granted, for my own sanity, I may not READ every one right away, but now is the time to bring your big guns.
Do it. Do your worst. Although please, no graphic murder or rape. Keep it within the boundaries of good taste.
And now! Here are your PROMPTS!
SINGLE WORDS OR PHRASES
• “Latin lover”
• Lipstick prints
• 7 minutes in heaven
• A rain of pink and red sequins
• Cupid’s Bow
• White lace and pink ribbons
• Glitter and cupcakes
• The Ace of Cups
• Better than you
• Cross-dimensional phone bills
• Cargasm
• “Think Pink”
• Wedding Day
• Comfort
• Sonata
• Online dating service
• Jealousy
• Smudged Mascara
• Bergamot
QUOTES OR SONG LYRICS
• "There was a red construction paper heart taped to her door."
• “Birds of a feather flock together”
• “Time isn't wasted when you're getting wasted”
• “Let's unburn all our bridges”
• “Turn the lights down low”
• “And the wanting comes in waves”
• “When it's so dark I can't feel the light, well I close my eyes and think of you”
• "I've learned to love what I've become"
• "I can hear this beat it fills my head up"
• “I’m tight at the seam, and I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green”
• "Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe, love is a banquet on which we feed"
• "Well, I have never got that result before."
• "Off like panties on prom night."
• “She was so drunk yelling at me in my driveway to fuck her. It was the ghetto version of Romeo and Juliet."
• “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.”
• “There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
IMAGES
• Fabio & Co, I will never unsee this
• Kiss and a rose
• Romance Ad
• Puppy love
• A fanart
• Breakfast
• Fog
• Kiss, bite.
• Hug from behind
• Grabbing sheets
• Curling up
• Hands entwined
• Let’s get those off
• kiss behind umbrella
• Sketch by Elianthos: odd man out
SONGS/POEMS
• ”Kiss ~ Prince
• A White Rose by John O’Reilly
• ”A Hunting Girl ~ Jethro Tull
• “Is this Love” ~ Whitesnake
• “All I Want, All I Need” ~ Whitesnake
• “Forever Love” ~xjapan
• “I Would Do Anything for Love” ~ Meatloaf
• “More Than a Feeling” ~ Boston
• “Don’t Stop Believing” ~ Journey
• “Take My Breath Away” ~ Berlin
• “Always” ~ Bon Jovi
• “Everything I Do” ~ Bryan Adams
Ha! See what I did there! You guys said you can angst anything! :P PROVE IT BABY!
HOP TO IT!!! You have all of April, and same rules as last time. If you need to be reminded, here is the guide from last time, which includes a checklist of "What is Angst?" I'll probably only give this one a month, maybe a month and a half, because I can only take so much black depression before wanting to drink myself into a coma and desperately rereading Ellorgast's Monstersocks and ramblinprose's hot smut to erase the hurt.
Here's a little something to get you started. Written in 30 minutes, so unbeta'ed, and a little clunky.
Title: The Shadow Behind
AU
Her mind had been made up for a while, so finally picking a day, and then coming to that day...that was the easy part. Not everything was so easy.
It had never been.
It was Sunday. It was winter.
He was the first to get up, as usual. The first to pull himself into a sitting position, take a precious second to collect his bearings that sleep had scattered for him, to shuffle off to the baby's room before the plaintive whines turned to wails. She had promised herself that today, --this day, she would be the one to get up to tend to the baby, to prove that she was getting there. Getting better. But it didn't happen.
Amy rolled on her side and stared out the window at the gray sky.
He was sitting at the kitchen table and feeding the baby his morning bottle. Both of them had the same hair: sandy corkscrews mussed from sleep, and in his case, stress. She put her hand on his shoulder and pressed her face into the mess of curls, breathing in the fresh scent of his bergamot shampoo.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, feeling her lips and tongue form words on their own. It was ludicrous to think she had ever had control of anything.
He reached up and put his hand on hers. "Are you OK?"
"Yeah," she replied automatically, and then offered: "I had a bad dream."
She told him her plans for that day: that she was going to take the baby out and meet Raye for lunch. That new place next to the Trader Joe's, that specialized in gluten-free cuisine and had a coffee bar. He nodded, told her to have fun, gave the baby one last squeeze and her a peck on the lips before gathering his things and heading out the door.
Now the day could finally begin.
The baby went in his high chair, fed and freshly diapered, and placated with a toy. Amy ripped a page from her journal and started writing.
Words didn't give her thoughts any sense.
She loved Evander. Loved him so much that every waking moment was consumed by thoughts of him. He was too young to know love; to him, she was the source of food and comfort, and it wouldn't be until much later, when his teeth came in and his brain developed, that her role would expand to protector, provider, and source of unconditional love.
The page was crumpled, and then burned, and the ashes were flushed down the toilet.
The next two attempts met the same fate. She scribbled a short message on the dry erase board and picked up the baby to get him dressed.
It was freezing cold out, the wind piercing through any opening it could find: the smidge of buttonholes on her peacoat, the crack between her gloves and sleeves, the loops in between the stitches of her hat and scarf. The baby was snug in his snowsuit and stroller with the wind guard up. She had dressed for lunch and put on makeup, and packed extra diapers and formula in the bag. His tiny hat had a googly-eyed frog on it.
It was winter and there was no one on the pier. Not this early. The gray water stormed against the weathered wood, frothing and white as it churned. A memory flashed through her mind in a brief streak of color: sitting in Serena's hot tub, sipping champagne and laughing at something as Zach played with sparklers. That water had been hot, and she had come out looking boiled.
She pulled the top off of the strolled and lifted him up. The baby's eyes squinted open against the wind, and he struggled briefly to turn his face away from it. She pulled him close and kissed one rosy cheek, and then the other, and pressed his tiny body close against her.
Her lithe body wiggled between two of the pylons, and then she stepped off.
The fall wasn't high enough to do any damage. The water would have to do it.
The saturated peacoat pulled her down immediately, and she held her breath against the water as the bone-chilling cold stabbed at her skin. She held the baby tight in an iron grasp as his body spasmed frantically, and it took only a few moments for him to go still. Her body bobbed up momentarily and the gray, wavering light of the sky broke into her vision before she tucked her chin down and let herself sink. She couldn't stand it, all the movement, the water slicing her up with its coldness, the world screaming above her head and breaking her into pieces. Her heart, her lungs, her brain....all of it was covered in black, in slime. For a while, she could pull through it, scrub it off, let her body be free of the parasite, but it came back. It had never left. It laughed at her with vicious eyes and gleaming fangs and waited to tear into her. Zach couldn't save her. No one could. She was always there, behind the shadow, and she could reign it in, but never banish it. The baby would carry that shadow. It would eat him too. She loved him too much for that to happen.
She thought briefly of her mother and her sad, pale blue eyes, before letting out her breath.
It hurt like hell, and she screamed against it, and then everything went dark, and warm.
Zach returned to an empty house, grabbed an apple, and read the note on the dry erase board.
Two sentences.
There was no other way. I can't be fixed.
:O Yep, dead babby! What else do I got?
Now your turn everyone! Kill my happy boner with your horrible angst!