A bit of fem-fic, 'Wind from the North-North-West', and checking-in....
Hello!
It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been not doing much, fic/fandom wise besides reading, and while it's nice, it's also frustrating. I *like* writing! I'm just kind of...stuck on a couple things and it's taking way too long to fix them/figure them out. Bah. But, writing, yes, bits and bobs and dribs and drabs.
And Supernatural is back! Wheeeeeeee! Hiatus seemed to last *forever and ever and ever, omg!* and we were all getting a little punchy. Now the first episode of season four has aired and it was *so good* and *so awesome* and i see great things ahead!!
I wrote a little snippet of a thing over at lunabee34's lj. She said: So, a while ago, thelastgoodname and I were talking about running a multifandom challenge or a ficathon that focused on the subject of women thinking about/dealing with/interacting with/commenting on/something-we-didn't-think-of their hair. That time is now.
Sentence fic! Drabbles! Something longer! PG, R, NC-17! Gen, femslash, het! All fandoms and all interpretations of this challenge welcome. Just put your fandom in the subject line so that we're all on the same page.
ETA: This challenge refers to any kind of hair! Head hair! Leg hair! Pubic hair! Armpit hair! Lack of hair!
So i went for it. Typed it up in the reply box, and I'm re-posting here. The original challenge and all the subsequent ficlets people have posted are right here. Be sure to check them out!
Title from Hamlet, the "I am but mad..." lines.
The first dry snip of the blades sent a little twist of nausea through Megan's belly, but she ground her teeth together and ignored it. Snipped again, and again, going a little faster - getting a little sloppier as the long, mousy-brown strands piled up in the sink.
When she was done, her neck seemed longer - her chin more sharply pointed - and she bent over the tub and rubbed furiously, watching little bits and ends drift down onto the pale green porcelain. Sea-foam, Dinner Mint, Spring Crystal, God only knows....
The gloves from the box were stiff and flimsy, ill fitting. The bleach - the color - brought tears to Megan's eyes. Made her nose sting. Just the dye. Honey Blonde, Swedish Blonde, Light Summer Sun, what am I, Summer, Winter, out of here, I'm so out of here....
She scrubbed the towel through her hair - looked at the girl in the mirror. New girl - pretty girl. Girl whose eyes seemed big and cat-slanted. Whose mouth was sweetly pink. Girl who had one thousand and eighty-three dollars and a knife in her pack. Four pair of jeans and ten shirts and all the underwear and bras she could cram in; all the Tampax from the house. Girl who was going places, doing things - not running away, just....
Sonic boom, earthquake, what? Megan blinked - felt her mouth stretching in a grin - felt her hands lifting up to fluff her new hair. Lift a stick of dark-brown eyeliner and make the edges of her eyes dark and mysterious. Eyes that flickered and went liquid, solid black and Megan screamed.
But - "Hey, Megan. I think I wanna be called Meg. That's got more punch, don'tcha think?" Megan's tongue flicked out, touching her upper lip - Megan's feet pivoted and she sauntered out of the bathroom and Megan...wasn't there at all.
Amazingly unpopular fannish opinion re: the premiere. Not non-squeeful, just....
Dean climbing out of the grave? Was not an homage to Buffy. It was not a rip-off of Buffy. It had *nothing to do with Buffy*. Gods.
Okay. I just wanted to vent that. I'm good now.
It's been a while, hasn't it? I've been not doing much, fic/fandom wise besides reading, and while it's nice, it's also frustrating. I *like* writing! I'm just kind of...stuck on a couple things and it's taking way too long to fix them/figure them out. Bah. But, writing, yes, bits and bobs and dribs and drabs.
And Supernatural is back! Wheeeeeeee! Hiatus seemed to last *forever and ever and ever, omg!* and we were all getting a little punchy. Now the first episode of season four has aired and it was *so good* and *so awesome* and i see great things ahead!!
I wrote a little snippet of a thing over at lunabee34's lj. She said: So, a while ago, thelastgoodname and I were talking about running a multifandom challenge or a ficathon that focused on the subject of women thinking about/dealing with/interacting with/commenting on/something-we-didn't-think-of their hair. That time is now.
Sentence fic! Drabbles! Something longer! PG, R, NC-17! Gen, femslash, het! All fandoms and all interpretations of this challenge welcome. Just put your fandom in the subject line so that we're all on the same page.
ETA: This challenge refers to any kind of hair! Head hair! Leg hair! Pubic hair! Armpit hair! Lack of hair!
So i went for it. Typed it up in the reply box, and I'm re-posting here. The original challenge and all the subsequent ficlets people have posted are right here. Be sure to check them out!
Title from Hamlet, the "I am but mad..." lines.
The first dry snip of the blades sent a little twist of nausea through Megan's belly, but she ground her teeth together and ignored it. Snipped again, and again, going a little faster - getting a little sloppier as the long, mousy-brown strands piled up in the sink.
When she was done, her neck seemed longer - her chin more sharply pointed - and she bent over the tub and rubbed furiously, watching little bits and ends drift down onto the pale green porcelain. Sea-foam, Dinner Mint, Spring Crystal, God only knows....
The gloves from the box were stiff and flimsy, ill fitting. The bleach - the color - brought tears to Megan's eyes. Made her nose sting. Just the dye. Honey Blonde, Swedish Blonde, Light Summer Sun, what am I, Summer, Winter, out of here, I'm so out of here....
She scrubbed the towel through her hair - looked at the girl in the mirror. New girl - pretty girl. Girl whose eyes seemed big and cat-slanted. Whose mouth was sweetly pink. Girl who had one thousand and eighty-three dollars and a knife in her pack. Four pair of jeans and ten shirts and all the underwear and bras she could cram in; all the Tampax from the house. Girl who was going places, doing things - not running away, just....
Sonic boom, earthquake, what? Megan blinked - felt her mouth stretching in a grin - felt her hands lifting up to fluff her new hair. Lift a stick of dark-brown eyeliner and make the edges of her eyes dark and mysterious. Eyes that flickered and went liquid, solid black and Megan screamed.
But - "Hey, Megan. I think I wanna be called Meg. That's got more punch, don'tcha think?" Megan's tongue flicked out, touching her upper lip - Megan's feet pivoted and she sauntered out of the bathroom and Megan...wasn't there at all.
Amazingly unpopular fannish opinion re: the premiere. Not non-squeeful, just....
Dean climbing out of the grave? Was not an homage to Buffy. It was not a rip-off of Buffy. It had *nothing to do with Buffy*. Gods.
Okay. I just wanted to vent that. I'm good now.