laugh-away-the-fear-blog

[laugh-away-the-fear-blog]

This needs to be the universal standard

[laugh-away-the-fear-blog]

How do you write creepy stories

[laugh-away-the-fear-blog]

A work in progress?

A small section of fic I wrote during Nanowrimo a couple of years ago. It was leading to my OTP of Logan and Marie, but never quite got there but had some fun along the way. Along with many other snippets of stories/scenes I’ve written over the years we can add this to the never continued pile. 

It does have bad grammar and a lot of use of “she” and “him” but I really do like how it plays out as a shot into Xmen life. 

<3

She was late, oh jeeze was she late. Pulling on a tank top and hopping into her leggings was a lot more difficult with the time constraint she was working with. “Stupid alarm.” she muttered, attempting to not fall into the bed of her sleeping roommate. 

When she started these sessions with Remy she promised three things, to never hold back, not mess with his hair and never ever be late. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” she exclaimed as she grabbed her gym bag and sprinted out the door. The mansion was always quiet this early in the morning -when she was on time anyways- but she saw a few bleary eyed kids as she hauled ass down the corridors to the danger room, bag slung over her shoulder and shoes in one hand. 

As she slid to a stop in front of the clean metal doors, she took a deep breath. Pulling her shoes on and hitting the button to the room, Remy was there his eyes stern, arms crossed. Yep he was definitely not happy this was not going to be fun. She tossed her bag to the side, pulling her gloves on she stood in position in front of him. 

His arm snapped out, catching her shoulder and throwing her off balance. As she caught herself she glared at him, he was smirking, enjoying this too much. Moving her foot she struck out with her leg catching him just in the shin as he tried to move away. So it went, back and forth, point for point until they were both breathing heavily, beads of sweat pouring down Rogue’s face. 

“Enough.” she panted, backing away slightly. A cruel look crossed his face as he laughed humorlessly. “Enough?” he questioned, moving closer to her “You’ve had enough? Is that what you’ll say to the Sentinals when they’re sapping the life from you, is that what you’ll say when the government rounds up Mutants to force the cure on them!” 

He was getting dangerously close now, his voice a murderous tone. “Is enough what you will cry when Magneto crucify’s your friends? There is no enough Rogue, that isn’t how this works. When I agreed to train you I told you I wouldn’t go easy, and now you turn up late, throw a few punches and think thats enough?” With his last words he grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her to the ground with ease, “Now fight for your life Rogue. Or should I even call you that?”

She was enraged, sure she was late, but this was the first time. She knew the dangers of letting her guard down during a fight, and Remy knew she understood what they were up against. He was provoking her, and Rogue was one to live up to her name. 

Lunging at him she threw her entire weight into getting him onto the floor. After throwing a few punches, he had her pinned again and she struggled against him, kneeing him in the groin she rolled away pinning him at the throat with her foot. 

“Good.” was all he said before he shoved her foot away and picked himself off the ground, walking off towards the showers. 

Rogue stood there baffled, something was clearly not right for him to be reacting this way, as she jogged after him. 

She caught up to him in the showers as he pulled off his shirt turning the nearest nozzle to allow the water to heat up. “You shouldn’t be in here Rogue.” he called over his shoulder.  

“Like hell Remy.” she countered, moving to block him from the streaming shower, “What’s going on? I’m sorry I’m late alright but sure that can’t be the reason you’re so pissed at me. A mistake once in a while makes us all human.” She moved closer to him, hands smoothing up his uncovered torso to link up behind his neck. “Besides, you were the last person to see me last night, you’re the one who kept me up so late...”

He sighed, the tension falling from his shoulders as her fingertips played with the hair at the base of his head. It still amazed him how soft her touch was, so tentative as she had only recently learnt how to control it. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush to him and kissing her softly. 

She pulled away lifting her shirt off and pulling them both half clothed into the stream of water that was now steaming. He admired her as she pushed down her leggings, standing before him in only her underwear. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her porcelain skin so far untouched by the sun, years of layered protection from her mutation. Shredding his pants, he claimed her lips once again and she laughed against him as his hands roamed over her chest. This was not the morning she had planned... 

[laugh-away-the-fear-blog]

Remember when...

It was 2007 when I discovered Fanfiction, ten whole years ago! I still love reading it to this day and so many of the authors inspire many plot bunnies in my brain.

The below is one I wrote in 2008 that I started and never finished, in fact I only really wrote this first ‘chapter’ and an additional little bit before I abandoned it.

Reading my 10 year old fic is a blast from the past thats for sure, I love Firefly as much today as I did back then.

Love between the hate, a Mal and River Fic:

It was quiet, always quiet in the black. The mesmerizing brightness of the stars, contrasting with the pure blackness. The edge of the ‘verse wasn’t a place he would normally bring them, a crew of misfits in a rundown –yet loveable- Firefly. They needed to hide, and this was the only place he could trust not to reveal them anymore. He couldn’t carry this on. He couldn’t let his crew be part of this revenge toward the Alliance, he wouldn’t let that revenge destroy the lives of seven people…five now.

“Not your fault.” Her voice brought him out of his revere.

“What’s that little one?” he questioned turning his chair to see her standing in the doorway. The bridge had been quiet, just him and the black. As it had always been.

“It’s not your fault.” She repeated moving towards the chair next to him, her chair. She was the only one now who ventured onto the bridge apart from him. Its wash’s home…was his home.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself,” she continued “No one blames you,” she smiled sadly, “People leave and don’t come back…” He stared at her, as mesmerized as he was while watching the stars. Her graceful movements as she crossed the small room to sit in her seat. Drawing up her legs to her chest. Protecting her heart. They sat in silence for a while, but it was a comfortable silence. He thought about Wash’s death, the Reevers adding to the destruction around them. About Inara’s betrayal to the whole crew and the Alliance then chasing them, killing Mr. Universe in the process. The whole crew had changed. Well…not her.

She was the same strange little girl who was hurt by the Alliance. Still the beautiful young River he had sheltered on his ship for nearly a year. She was Dangerous, feisty but still so innocent and pure at the same time. What the Alliance had done to her was sick and wrong, he would never let them hurt her again.

He watched her stare out into space, wondering what she was thinking. She was so small…She turned to face him and they stared at each other, their eyes locked, staring into each others souls. She made him feel…whole. Like the war hadn’t happened, the Alliance wasn’t on his tail, like he hadn’t led this life of hatred and revenge.

She stood up, breaking the contact. “Not your fault.” She repeated walking towards the door. “None of it is.” And she was gone. He was alone again, but it wouldn’t stay that way for long. He wouldn’t let it.

He stood at the end of the long table, and eerie silence around him. River sat at the entrance to the room, her long hair covering her face as she stared intently at the colours on her dress. Zoe wasn’t at her usual spot behind him on his right, but at the table, legs crossed like a little girl, a blank look in her eyes so sad he had to turn away. She had taken her husbands death badly, but who wouldn’t. Sheppard looked as serene as ever, Jayne lying back in his chair, legs on the table, polishing Vera, and Kaylee. Kaylee sat directly in front of him; dirt from the engine streaked her bright face. He looked each of them over in turn. Two were now gone, a broken crew leftover. A shuffling of papers alerted him to the presence of the Doc behind him. He took his place in the middle of the table, spreading his notes across it. Charts, numbers, calculations. Ways he could fix his sister.

“But she’s not broken,” came a comment from River, “just cracked a little.” She smiled as Mal turned to look at her, along with the rest of the crew. “Feng le” Jayne muttered under his breath. Simon gave him a dirty look, but carried on looking over his notes, casting a worried look in his sisters’ direction.

Mal had always been confused about some of her outbursts, just like that one. It seemed as if she could read his mind. But he shook his head and turned back to the rest of the crew. He took a deep breath; he didn’t know how to say to his crew that he was going to go running after the very group of people that were chasing them. It was going to be dangerous, but he knew that if he didn’t have his crew backing him then he was as good as dead.

He sighed and turned to look at River before speaking. “Y'all got on this boat for different reasons, but y'all come to the same place. You all made your place on this ship, and I thank you for that. I’ve asked you to handle things that I suppose only my mind can imagine. But I knew that you would stand behind me. So now I’m asking more of you than I have before, because without you I can’t do it. Sure as I know anything, I know this - they will try again. They’ll corner us between a rock and a hard place, and take what they want. I know what they’ve done to us in the past, but that’s even more reason for us to fight back. Hit them where it hurts. So no more runnin’. I aim to misbehave.”

The room had gone silent; he could feel Rivers’ eyes burning into his back, Kaylee’s bright face suddenly serious from Mals’ speech. Zoe sat the same as before, as if nothing had happened, the same blank look in her eyes. Jayne had stopped in mid polish of Vera, his mouth hanging wide open, but a slight glint in his eyes. Simon sat there, his eyes also staring at him like he had grown a second head. Sheppard was the first to break the silence.

“Mal-”

“I’m in.” Jayne butted in over him. “Now can I go? Vera needs attention and this doom and gloom is ruining both our vibes. Mal wasn’t surprised; the only thing that had worried Jayne in the last few weeks was how much less pay he was getting. He nodded and Jayne stood up from the table and headed to his quarters.

Mal looked towards the rest of the crew, waiting again for them to speak. The silence was deafening. Suddenly Zoe uncrossed her legs and stood in front of her captain. The pain in her eyes was still evident but there was something else also…revenge. It almost scared Mal, but he knew better. The corners of his mouth turned up in a small sad smile. Not even having to nod this time, their understanding was mutual. Zoe left the room.

Kaylee’s bright face was in front of him next, and before he knew it he was pulled into a bone crushing hug from her. He grinned and put his arms lightly around her before she pulled away. "I’m always with you Captain.” She said grinning. “I’ll go get her nice and shinny for you. She’s gonna need a few new parts though, before we go into full battle mode…” at the look on Mals face se trailed off slightly. “But that’s something to talk about later.” She smiled and ran off down the corridor to check on Serenity’s engines.

Book stood from the shadows. “I’ll get in contact with my friends at Haven. I’m sure we will need help.” And with that he walked out the room.

Simon shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the table. “You’re risking a lot here Mal. We don’t have a lot of firepower, and we’re going up against the Alliance? Are you sure?”

He sighed; the doc really did annoy him sometimes. Did he not hear anything he had just said? “Listen doc,” he replied. “I’m giving you a choice, I’ve made my decision. I’m going up against them for what they’ve done to us. I’m not leading my crew into some sort of suicide mission. This is going to be planned. So I’m leaving it up to you and your sister to decide weather or not you are going to stay and help fight these people who have hurt your lives as much as mine.” He turned around to face River who was staring at him with a curious look on her face and smiled. The corners of her mouth curled up and she grinned back. “I’m going to have to think about it Mal.” Simon said ruining the moment.

Mal turned back to him. “You’re going to have to think fast Doc, coz we’re leaving as soon as Sheppard gets into contact with his friends of those in Haven.” He headed for the doorway leaving the siblings together, needing to check on the mule and iron out his battle plan.

[laugh-away-the-fear-blog]

First things first.

There’s something weird about my insomnia, it’s that I know when it’ll hit. I can know on a sunny Sunday afternoon that it’s already infected my brain with its itty bitty claws and I’ll have no hope in hell of catching a wink until well into Monday evening at the earliest - that’s if i’m lucky.

It’s bizarre to me that I can function as a normal human on significantly less sleep than those immediately surrounding me.That at 2am they were tucked safely in bed, dreaming their pretty little brains away while I was laying upside down drowning in Hanz Zimmers “Iris and Jasper” theme from the movie The Holiday.

Its times when I have insomnia (which vary in frequency) that I consume a lot of media. This can be a solid 4 or 5 movies or complete TV series in a single evening. Because of the disgusting shroud of numbness Insomnia brings me, I do tend to lean towards media outlets or activities which will bring the most feels. If I’m going to be awake for 8 more hours than I thought I’d be then I want to spend that time either a blubbering mess or a laughing maniac (because I’m mentally unhealthy like that)

I’ve been meaning to get back into writing for a long time now. I haven’t felt very creative as my brain hasn’t quite been the best co pilot recently and likes to go rogue. Starting with Tumblr is familiar and so here we are, a Sunday evening 3am, four hours till I have to be “up” and we’ve graduated to “When you are strong enough” by the wonderful Peter Gregson from the movie A Little Chaos.

I’m not sure what’s in store for the rest of my evening, but I know that even writing this, somethings changed. I’ve made the effort, and now a little bit of me is on tumblr for all to see.

To all those afflicted by nonsensical sleeping patterns for whatever reason. I’m with you.

Much light,

Tegan