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Fic: Like Blood, Like Honey 1/? [20 Mar 2008|10:00pm]
[ music | Bloodhound Gang - Bad Touch ]

Title: Like Blood, Like Honey I: Can't Take the Sky From Me
Author: Sorrel
Fandom(s): Supernatural/Firefly fusion
Spoilers: post-BDM
Rating: R
Pairings: Dean/Sam, Mal/River implied
Summary: River had people when she got out, River had [crew], but Sam only had Dean.

Notes: This is the first in a set of short Supernatural fusions. I used to have a more impressive working title for this thing, but I can't for the life of me remember what it was, so this is what stuck with it. Title is from the song by Holly Brook, recommended to me by [info]jen_in_japan. The full lyrics are here. "Love is/thick like/blood like/honey."

She liked to creep along the catwalks and watch them, quiet-quiet, as they laughed and argued and traded blows and lifted weights in the cargo hold, their own little nest amidst the biggest and emptiest part of the world, the blackness of space. )

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Fic: Jeans On Friday [05 Mar 2008|04:06pm]
New fandom, eep. Anyone know of any good communities for posting?

Title: Jeans On Friday
Author: Sorrel
Fandom: Justice League (DCAU), Smallville
Pairing(s): Cally Kent/Chloe Sullivan, implied Cally Kent/Lex Luthor
Spoilers: AU-ized Justice League for Secret Origins only, AU-ized Smallville for the existence of Chloe.
Word Count: 4,865
Rating: R at best
Summary: It's really not just a normal Friday. She has a Martian in her kitchen, Chloe sulking in New York, and Luthor harassing her about dinner. Plus there's that whole saving the world thing they just did. It takes a lot out of a girl.
Notes: Yes, it's the genderswitch AU I was talking about. I'm pretty sure that I haven't made any huge errors with canon, but please let me know if I have.

Sneaking a six-foot-and-change green alien into her apartment was actually a lot less complicated than Cally would have thought it’d be. As cool abilities went, shape shifting was pretty high on the list. )
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[02 Mar 2008|09:35pm]
So, the word count from February. Which was a strangely productive month for me. It's shorter than the other months, but mighty. Plus, there was all that class to write in, instead of, like, paying attention and taking notes.

I am going to be the worst teacher ever.

Anyway.

All my pretty numbers. )


Grand total for this month is... 15,676. Wait, that doesn't look right. ::calculates again:: No, nevermind, that's right. Wow. Over 15k in one month! Now if only I could manage to write that much on one story, I might actually finish something!

God, I've been so totally suckered into this genderswitch Justice League toonverse thing. It's sad. No, I'm sad. I have one story finished (Girl Talk, from... last month? The one before? Something like that), one trembling on the verge of completion (Casual Friday, thus the frequency with which it appears above), and a couple others in the works (including Two Princes... god, I should just apologize for that title right now and never listen to Spin Doctors again), while the most important story, the one I should *actually* be working on because it's kinda the cornerstone of the whole series, is just languishing there, mocking me with its title and then empty, blinking cursor. (And that had to be one of the worst run-on sentences I've ever typed. And if it wasn't, then I'm going to pretend it was, because I don't want to remember worse.) And for a little while there, I'd actually gotten a whole page or two written of that sequel to The Dead Can Dance, the one with Team Dead tagging along to Atlantis, because I finally, finally, finally figured out how I wanted McKay and Sheppard to be without making it even more silly than it has to be.

Pardon me while I ramble, but I was actually pretty proud of this. )
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Lian and Clark [21 Feb 2008|10:41am]
I totally meant to post this over a week ago. My memory, it is not so good.

First part here.
Main index here.

It was a Thursday evening, and Lex was tired. )
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Why Big Breasts in Comic Books Did Not Turn Your Daughter Into A Slut [21 Feb 2008|02:06am]
[ music | Roisin Murphy - Night of the Dancing Flame ]

You know, normally I don't make posts like this, but gah, this annoyed the hell out of me.

I just read something dealing with the issues of sex in teen role models and honestly? I'm trying to think of a single time I've seen this addressed from the point of view of someone who's not that far out of their teens themselves, and I can't think of any. It seems every time I'm hearing about it, it's from the point of view of adults who are busily trying to make sure that their children don't get ideas into their heads.

Example: that episode of SVU that was dealing with Shock Jocks, and had Lewis Black in the role? Started out with the rape of a sixteen-year-old who played the lead in a television show about a girl who deliberately lured sexual predators by wearing skimpy clothes and then busted them for it. The anti-smut brigade went on a crusade, saying that she shouldn't be showing herself like that, it's a bad influence on the children, what if they start wanting to have sex? Stabler, naturally, agreed with this woman, and there wasn't much argument from the other cops, who can usually be relied upon to play devil's advocate. The alternate argument, that the character was supposed to be a strong female role model who stopped perverts and was "taking charge of her sexuality," came from the director of the show, a forty-year-old guy who happened to be sleeping with the teenage star. In essence: the alternate argument came from a *complete sleezeball* who should have been in jail, thus sermonizing that teens shouldn't show themselves or be sexualized to that extent on television. It's bad for the children.

cut for length of rant )

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[15 Feb 2008|02:06am]
zomg FLAIL
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Fic Update: Lian and Clark [06 Feb 2008|04:47pm]
Hey, guess what? I'm actually posting something. I know, it's hard to contain the shock, right?

First part here.
Main index here.

Clark had been welcome in the castle for as long as he could remember. )
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[03 Jan 2008|11:32pm]
A few days late, but here it is, my writing count for the month of December.

12/1: 573 (Girl Talk)
12/4: 672 (Girl Talk)
12/10: 534 (Girl Talk)
12/15: 818 (Making Sense of Me)
12/18: 1,251 (Girl Talk- finished) and 1,741 (untitled)

A total of 5,589 words and three stories worked on. Man, this really wasn't my month, was it?

Although I might make myself feel a bit better if I go back and do the year's end meme that's been going around:

Part 5 of The Prince: 4,147
Part 2 of Stargust: 15,625
Jack/Rose snippet: 2,195
McKay/Cadman snippet: 729
Zero Distance: 15,442
Samantha Jane: 2,337
Long Time Gone: 2,450
Section V of The Adventures of Lian and Clark: 632
Subtle: 7,058
And, of course, my BigBoom story, Bone Deep, which clocked in at 48,973 words.

Mind you, these are only the finished stuff, and there's a bunch more that I started, maybe even got a lot done on, but I only have the actual word count for the posted stuff, so. My posted word count for the year of 2007 is...

drum roll, please...

99,588 words.

Wow. Okay. I feel a lot better about my productiveness now.
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My history teacher is awesome. [01 Oct 2007|02:31pm]
[ music | Imogen Heap - Headlock ]

About supporting a thesis: "We've all had to convince people of something- friends, parents... officers of the law..."

About speaking up in class: "All of your teachers are idiots. They're just better at being idiots than you."

And finally: "Only the Shadow knows what lies in the hearts of men. That, and Batman."


This is the one class that I am truly enjoying this semester, and it's not just because the material is interesting.

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[25 Sep 2007|12:30pm]
[ music | Quietdrive - Time After Time ]

I'm taking a mental health day.

AKA: Fuck class, I'm going back to bed.

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[20 Sep 2007|10:08pm]
[ music | Rufus Wainwright - Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk ]

So. Eureka. I am not pleased.

spoilers for recent episodes )

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[08 Sep 2007|10:03pm]
So yesterday, I got a kitten.

I've been wanting a second cat, thinking about it for months now, and yesterday when my Mom and I went with my grandmother to the ASPCA to get her a dog, I wandered over to the cat section and the first cage I saw, that was it, I was in love. I looked at all of them, because impulse buys are an even *worse* idea when it's a pet you'll be taking care of for years, but no, I kept coming back to him. He licked at my fingers when I poked them through the cage and caught them between his paws so he could nibble some more and was practically bouncing on his hind legs looking to play.

Love at first sight.

So I took him home with me. He's a gorgeous little tabby, *very* distinct markings- none of the color blurring you see sometimes, he looks like someone was playing with finger paints. And around both his eyes he has this very thin line of cream-colored fur, it looks like eyeliner, and he's got black lines radiating from the corners of his eyes. So. Damn. Cute.

He's also four months, so I skipped the malleable cuteness phase of kittenhood, and jumped straight into crazy maniac kitten. He ran around like an idiot for a couple hours last night, wore himself out, and then regained his energy at four this morning- which is when he started trying to play with my feet under the blanket every time I moved. I finally had to exile him to the living room so I could get some sleep.

My other cat, Pogo, is not happy about this intrusion. She's slowly adjusting- he was lying with the two of us on the couch for almost twenty minutes before she started growling tonight- but it's probably going to take a while before she really accepts the idea of another cat in her territory. And his complete and absolute lack of fear really isn't helping, since she can be growling at him and he'll just keep wandering closer to her. Also? He fell into the toilet earlier today. I'm pretty sure I've laughed harder, but I can't think of anything recent.

His name's Nubi- I'm thinking short for Nubian, for the eye markings, though I don't know for sure since the shelter named him. He's also lying halfway on top of my arm right now, making it... interesting trying to type. Luckily I'm pretty used to it, and he's a lot smaller than Pogo.

In conclusion:

Kitten!
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school's back in session, get ready for a lesson [04 Sep 2007|12:47pm]
[ music | "Blindfold" by Morcheeba ]

Thing One:

So there were no classes yesterday, what with it being Labor Day. No big, I only have Tuesday/Thursday classes anyway. Except I'm packing up my stuff, ready to go to the library to do my draft primary source bibliography for my historical theory class and... Yes. The library was closed too.

Why do they do this to me? Why? Commonsense would say, "Well, there's no classes, you think students might be wanting to use this day to catch up on a little homework?" (The ones that aren't nursing hangovers, anyway.) But no. No library. And of course the assignment was due today and I was either busy or elsewhere most of the weekend so... Up I get, at six o'clock in the morning, and trundle down to campus so I can get into the library when it opes. Gah. What a start to my morning.

At least I'm off tomorrow. There have to be some compensations.

Thing Two:

On my way in from the parking deck, I saw this girl wearing a black t-shirt with a red hard-shell crab on it and underneath text that read, "Bite Me."

...huh?

No, really, huh? I mean, you don't bite into crabs, you pick the meat. I mean, *theoretically* you could bite into them, as long as you cracked the outer shells off first, but you'd be getting a whole lot of inner shell and gross steamed organ bits, so why would you want to? (I was a Maryland girl originally. Hard-shell crabs compete with medium-rare steak for Best Food Ever.) And on the flip side, crabs don't bite. They pinch people, with their claws. As far as I know crabs don't even have teeth. So what the hell was the t-shirt trying to say? Is there some ironic message I'm just not getting?

Thing Three:

My historical theory class *kicks ass.* Seriously. I finally picked history for my major last spring and I'm so glad I did, I think I'm going to enjoy myself hugely as long as I don't let myself slack off like I tend to do. I've also started looking into study abroad, specifically in Great Britain. There's a whole bunch of seriously great colleges, and a few that have some classes that I'm dying to take, though it's a little hard to figure out the module system. Supposedly it helps to streamline one's education and help you take only the things you really need? Only I don't see how.

I'm aiming for next fall, but it depends on whether the GPA requirements are current or cumulative. I squeak by on current GPA, but my cumulative is about .5 too low, so if it's cumulative I'm going to have to make sure to do well this semester so that my GPA will be clear for the 2009 Spring semester. It's just the first of many questions- I really need to go to the International Studies office, and soon.

Also to the Career Counseling office, because I think I've pretty much decided that I want to be a teacher after I graduate. And I know that the requirements are different in every state, but pretty much the only thing I know about where I'm going to be once I graduate is that I don't want to be in Virginia anymore. Where I will actually be moving, I haven't yet decided. So there are quite a number of questions there, too.

Thing Four:

My main Islam text is the easiest. read. ever. Especially when compared my History of Russia text. Great professor, godawfully huge and dense textbook. Brrr.

Thing Five:

Accounting sucks out loud. The end.

Thing Six:

I should be paying attention in class right now, but I? Am totally not.

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[30 Aug 2007|10:33pm]
[ music | Sarah Fimm - Be Like Water ]

Guess what? I finished my BigBoom today.

Missing final edit, but the pre-final count is this: 48,970 words and 83 pages. I almost don't care if I get my final edits in. In my exhaustive haze right now with a pile of homework looming over my weekend, being even this finished makes me feel like I win at life.

Right. I'm going to bed now. Because I have to be awake at absurd o'clock in the morning, which is also known as 6am. The sun isn't even up yet, for Chrissake. At least I'll be the second person cut after lunch. That way I can make a bank run and finally, finally pick up my package from UPS, if they haven't fucked it up again. Also there may be groceries. There will definitely be a nap. And, if I'm lucky, there will be money tomorrow. Actually, fuck that, it's a Friday, there better be goddamn money tomorrow. I'm working in the wrong restaurant if there's not.

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[23 Aug 2007|01:34am]
Just broke 40k on BigBoom!

I know, I'm way closer to the deadline than I should be, but I'm definitely on the home stretch now, and another scene and a half and I can send most of it off to beta, and get the final version, complete with ending, out in a few days. I love this story to death, I've been eating, sleeping, and breathing it since the day I signed up, but I will be so glad to be finished and work on a light-hearted, funny, short story for a while. Living in these character's heads isn't really improving my mental health any.

Also? Classes start again tomorrow. Hello, semester of no sleep. How I have missed you.
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[16 Aug 2007|12:18pm]
Huh. I've been nominated for The Dead Can Dance.
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[11 Aug 2007|10:53am]
My grandfather died last night. His heart failed yesterday afternoon, and we all went to visit him in the hospital, but the doctor told us it was only a matter of time. He was on a respirator, his heart rhythms were declining as we watched, and he started making the posturing movements that the doctor told us was indicative of the beginning of brain death.

I got the call early this morning; I'm going to meet my family to go to the funeral home in an hour or so. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now. Sad, certainly, and a little bit shell-shocked, but I think I said my goodbyes last night, even if he couldn't hear me. I'm also entirely exhausted- I only had four hours the night before last, I got the call an hour into my post-work nap yesterday afternoon, and thanks to insomnia and tear-irritated eyes I only got about six hours last night before Mom called me in today. I think if I'm a little bit numb, it's because my brain isn't quite capable of processing yet.

I only wish that he'd held on for a few days more. I was going to go visit them Monday, and now I'll never have that one last chance.

Next weekend my mother and I go up to Baltimore to visit my other set of grandparents. My granfather up there is in failing health as well, and I don't know how long we'll have him either. I missed my one last chance with Gappy, but I'm not going to do it with Pop-Pop.

I'm so tired.
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[09 Aug 2007|01:22am]
[ music | Lovage - Book Of The Month ]

33K on BigBoom fic! And the last thousand was one of the heavier scenes that I'd been dreading, but today I finally realized just how I wanted to handle it and just tackled it head-on. I think I've finally gotten back the spark of inspiration that I lost a month ago. This whole time writing's been like pulling teeth, just sitting down and forcing the words to come out onto the paper, but I'm back where I should be, which is to say, writing in my head all the time, instead of just when the laptop's out. That's the reason I love writing, the way a story can consume my waking hours, and it's back!

Plus I saw Bourne Ultimatum today, and I've only got one word for that: Awesome.

So, all in all, a good day. And tomorrow I go back to work. And get, like, money and stuff! What a crazy thought.

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[07 Aug 2007|01:19pm]
[ music | Kim Richey - A Place Called Home ]

I am, for the most part, staying out of the wank, though I'm following it kind of casually- if stuff shows up on my flist, I'll read it, but I'm not getting involved, other than to set up multiple journals just in case. But I do have this to say about 18+ rules:

Y'all, it's really easy to lie on the internet. Really. Easy. I've been claiming I'm of age to those little "Click if you're eighteen or older, otherwise go back!" buttons since I was fourteen. Making a community or archive 18+ restricted does not actually restrict anyone under the age of eighteen from coming in, because all they have to do is lie. What are the mods going to do, look up our birth certificates? All age restriction does is create plausible deniability, so that when someone comes along, upset that their precious innocent kiddies have been despoiled by our turrible turrible porn, all we have to do is point to the age restriction and say, "They're the ones who lied." Which doesn't solve all problems, and ff.net eventually gave into the pressure despite this, but it does help.

I'm just sayin'.

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[06 Aug 2007|03:33pm]
[ music | Kevin Tihista's Red Terror - Don't You Know ]

My firefox window is down to four fic tabs plus email. This is the lowest it's been in weeks.

That's how I read stuff- open everything in a new tab, go through whenever I have time and bookmark and close as I finish. Usually I have about ten long stories waiting patiently for me to get to them, but I'm down to four! In my small little world, this is newsworthy.

Okay. Enough stalling. Back to the word processor. ::cracks whip::

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