there is a point where it just all becomes hysterically funny

[harborshore]

In the continuing saga of "How My Body Hates Me: Let Me Count The Ways," I'm pretty sure I have the flu on top of my Mystery virus right now. Possibly it's a horrendous version of my sister's mild cold, but the joint aches and headache are horribly suggestive. I guess I will know in the morning.

But in the meantime, because I could use a distraction from the joint aches and the possibility of imminent swine flu, you lot should come ask me things. Like, we could do that meme that's been going around again:

Ask me for my top 5 anything: fandoms, ice cream flavours, cartoon moments, women in my fandoms, OTPs, ideal holiday destinations, goals for the future, celebrity crushes, books I wish would be made into movies, love songs, ANYTHING.

And if you like, I'll ask you a top 5 in the comments!

Comments

[wavesofwood.livejournal.com]

5 Awesome Ladies in books (or comics!) :D

:( Hope you feel better soon, darlin'. ♥

[wavesofwood.livejournal.com]

Also, you should ask me something! :)

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

In no particular order (they are equally awesome):

1. Barbara Gordon!
2. Rumor
3. Anne of Green Gables
4. Granny Weatherwax
5. Ronia, the Robber's daughter


And, oh, hmm. Top 5 bandom femmeslash AUs?

[wavesofwood.livejournal.com]

Man, you win so hard for all these. 1&2, yes, always♥ (I'm wondering if you've read Y: The Last Man? It's...not perfect, but BKV writes a wide range of women very well.)

Hmm. In no real order--
1) The Like teen witches AU. I think this is all blindmouse's fault, but in my head it's languid & intricate & Gaiman-esque, or like a Studio Ghibli film.
2) The college AU wherein Amanda & Lyn-Z play Oberon & Tatania respectively in their drama production and fall in love. There's subtle magic in this story, the quiet humming sort underneath everything, in the slants of light in rehearsal spaces and glitter streaked on people's arms that no-one can quite explain.
3) The one where The Like are teen runaways. Maybe they're just tired, tough girls, or maybe they're werewolves, or maybe Z's fingers are always blackened from the fires she can't help starting when she's angry. Teen runaways AU!
4) The Hogwarts AU. This one could be either light & adorable during peacetime, or desperate and fierce during the war. Z never realized she was lonely before until Tennessee sat next to her on the train and introduced herself.
5) The one where Amanda & Regina see each other again & again at key historical events through centuries, never staying together for longer than a few hours. There's always a next time, for them. Somewhere Regina's crying & coming & kissing Amanda while Rome burns, and she's sitting looking out at the sea on a day in April in 1912, and she's scribbling quietly in a cafe in Paris is 1924, and Amanda's taking her hand and pulling her through Covent Garden in 1909 and 2009, and they're always the same.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I LOVE ALL OF THESE. So much. If I wasn't feverish I would tell you so at great length--man, Z as a firestarter or teen witches or Hogwarts AU desperate in wartime or 5, oh my heart. EVERYTHING ABOUT ALL OF THEM.

But 2. made me grin, because after my big bang sequel, the next long!fic? That's basically what I'm writing. With that pairing, too. Except Amanda is Titania and she's actually the fairy queen, at the same time as she's the actress playing the part...

[wavesofwood.livejournal.com]

I'm glad! Well, you should, sometime, because mostly I tell myself stories about these girls when I'm waiting for trains, or bored in class, or trying to fall asleep on a sofa. And I'd like to hear what you think ♥. Ask me about something that happens in one of these AUs, & I'll try and tell you.

:DDD THIS IS EXCELLENT NEWS :DDD I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO IT KIND OF A HUGE LOT NOW :DDD

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Runaways, then, and I want the moment where Z meets Tennessee and they realize they're both different in the same way (or near enough). ♥

[wavesofwood.livejournal.com]

Z manages to drag herself back to the alley, cold and numb and just so fucking tired. She can't wait to rub some of the herbal shit Ryan found into her cracked palms, read a few pages of the Ray Bradbury collection she found in a dumpster and then sleep for a really. Fucking. Long. Time. She shivers and tugs her too-big sweater tighter around her and slips down the narrow, dark gap like she's falling off a map.
There is a girl in the alley. She has long, tangled hair, and she's wearing a thin blue t-shirt with a v-neck and a white skirt, summer clothes in the coldest December for years. Her feet are bare, and they shine pale and white amidst the diet and grime. Everything about this girl practically glows in the darkness. She looks lost.
"Hey," Z says awkwardly, feels her chapped lips split around the word, her voice husky and out of practice. She reaches out a hand like she might to a stray cat, and realizes too late that her gloves are still crammed in her pocket. The girl's eyes widen as she takes in Z's thin wrists, the blackened tips of her fingers fading to angry, puckered red burns. Z jerks her hand back and pulls her sleeves down.
"It's not what you think," she mutters fiercely, ducking her head so she doesn't have to see the expression on the other girl's face. "Look, just, just go, alright, just fucking go. You're not going to last five minutes out here dressed like that. Go back to your fucking family, okay?" Z can't look up. Something is wrong, here, and it's unsettling her, tingling around her skin like stars.
A cool hand closes on her wrist, slipping under the loose cuff of her plaid shirt. She looks down. The girl's hand is actually glowing emitting a clear, white light, luminescence radiating from her skin. Z darts a glance up from under her hair. The girl smiles, soft and sort of shy. "I'm Tennessee," she says.
"Z," Z says, and in a sudden mad rush of bravery she cups her free hand to her chest, between their bodies, and kindles a small, flickering flame. The light plays on Tennessee's face, mixes with her own light. "You looked cold," Z says, and smiles.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

"Z," Z says, and in a sudden mad rush of bravery she cups her free hand to her chest, between their bodies, and kindles a small, flickering flame. The light plays on Tennessee's face, mixes with her own light. "You looked cold," Z says, and smiles. Oh my god, my heart, that's gorgeous. I love, love, love the physical signs of their powers here, love them so much.

[wavesofwood.livejournal.com]

♥♥♥

[extemporally.livejournal.com]

I am jumping in here to say Somewhere Regina's crying & coming & kissing Amanda while Rome burns, and she's sitting looking out at the sea on a day in April in 1912, you have the BEST IDEAS, oh my god. !!! :D

[wavesofwood.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! *blushes* I got your lovely Christmas card, by the way, it made me beam no end. ♥

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

I should add: that have not been written! Considering I think there might be about five in total.