Realm of the InterNutter

Thoughts, stories and ideas.

Challenge #00080: The Green-Eyed Monster

Scott preparing for his first date without Jean and her reaction to finding out that he might be playing the field with no desire to incite jealousy in her by doing so.

“Sara’s showing some of her filmography in the big screening room, downstairs. Coming?”

Scott was busy fiddling with a proper bow tie. “Sorry, I’ll catch up with it all, later. I have a date.”

Jean startled, all of the things Xavier had told her not to do were bubbling temptations in the back of her head. But so, too, was the knowledge that Xavier had more than one reason for not doing certain things. Primary amongst those was the fact that he’d experienced or witnessed the downside of doing them. So, instead of seventeen different types of mind-rape, Jean put on a fake smile and said, “A date? Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Kylie Mavert. She’s apparently had a thing for me and I thought - hey, I know exactly what that’s like, so… Y'know.” He shrugged as he untied and attempted to re-tie the tie again. “We’re trying it on for size. See if we click.”

“And no ulterior motives.”

Scott boggled at her and messed up the tie again. “Damnit…”

Jean could tell by his waves of confusion that he didn’t know what she was talking about. “Come on, let me help.”

“I should be able to,” Scott protested. “I have diagrams and everything.”

“Mmmm. Diagrams versus someone who’s been tying bows her entire life…”

“Okay. I surrender.” He handed her the diagram anyway.

Ha. He’d forgotten the tuck-and-twist bit. “Why a bow tie?” She got it sitting pretty.

“Bow ties are cool. I have it on top authority.”

“Sara or Kylie’s authority?”

Another boggle. “Kylie’s of course. A gentlemen should always dress and act to please the lady.”

That one struck to her heart. If he was mine… But no. She’d chosen Duncan, because it was more ‘normal’ to date the high school lead jock. Because seeming normal was the be-all and end-all and still was.

Because she wasn’t as brave as Sara, who said, “Normal is boring.”

Because of all of that, she had to watch him go out to meet a different girl, who would get more than any girl ever deserved because Scott believed whole-heartedly that every woman deserved to be put on some kind of pedestal. Or at least a step-stool that topped out above the sea of ingrained misogyny.

She hadn’t seen it, before now.

Scott would have been good for her. She and he would have made a cute couple. And because she was too scared to be 'weird’, she missed out on it.

She wished Kylie well. She did. It was herself she wanted to strangle.

[Muse food remaining: 12. Submit a prompt! Ask a question!]

Fanfic Time: X-Wars, part 10

Continued from yesterday:

  Stephenson’s place was next on her list, since it was closer. Forensics was finishing up from crawling all over the place, so Carol listened to the radio in the car while James spoke with officials.

  She bought out her sketchbook and a pencil and tried to remember every detail of the little girl she’d ‘seen’.

  Dear little face. Beautiful eyes… even though they were also concentration-camp eyes. Still had all her baby

Read more »

Challenge #00079: White W(h)ine

The cronies, post meltdown, discussing the sad state of their affairs and their choices in a not-so secret location. Scott makes an appearance.

Three of them came to the not-so-secret hide-away in the abandoned church to basically bitch about what had just happened.

“Did you see him crying? It’s like he just grew tits…” said Graydon

“That fucking Tranny Essel got to him. I kinda sympathize,” said Brent.

Graydon punched what was left of the

Read more »

Fanfic Time: X-Wars, part 9

Continued from yesterday:

  ‘Something catch your interest?’

  Had she not been a telepath, Jean would have jumped in fright at the sudden voice behind her, as it was she sensed him before she heard him.   She turned to see a handsome man with golden hair and piercing blue eyes. Next to him was a woman, quite beautiful, with short, black hair and a dress of similar description.

  She recognised them both, they had been at the party the previous night.

Read more »

Challenge #00078: One Fine Day in the Seasonal Candy Store

One more prompt, a bit late, but Sara’s reaction to finding out that these (http://www.ourordinarylife.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/hershey-3.jpg) exist. (if picture is not working, some genius at Hershey thought a golden apple was a good valentines chocolate idea. There were several “for the fairest” experiments by tumblr-ers)

There are words of impending doom. A high-pitched, “Ooooh!” coming from Sahra was one of them.

“Sara, no-oo…” said Todd

Read more »

Fanfic Time: X-Wars, part 8

Continued from yesterday:

  ‘Do you have any names?’ asked Nightcrawler.

  The little girl, stronger for some food and water, looked up at his with wide eyes, she turned her attention back to his fur. She’d been petting it for the last few minutes, a thoughtful expression on her delicate features.

  Eventually she spoke, 'No-one used names, just called each other letters, for see-cree-see, they sayed. But… one man… someone… they called him Mr Greenwood. He came

Read more »

Challenge #00077: Just a Chocolate Bunny

You seem to be runing low on musefood, so may we hear the tale of The Battle of the Lindt Gold Bunny

There were six golden bunnies. One for each resident of the house they shared. Including Breanna, who paid for them out of their scant communal funds.

There was one left on Easter Sunday.

“Who had one?” Breanna demanded. “I told everyone they were for Easter. We knew. Didn’t we?”

“I knew,” said

Read more »

Fanfic Time: X-Wars, part 7

Continued from yesterday:

  {DRRRRRRRRRRRR}

  {CLICK}

  “Hello?”

  “Roman?”

  “Ally? OmyGod! You’re OK! Dammit, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all *night*. I even went to your apartment, but your landlady chased me out with a broom. Said something about fraternizing with the enemy. Where in God’s name *are* you?”

  Alison sighed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

  “Try me.” Good

Read more »

On Stubenville, the news, and victim blaming

We all know what the news did. What we might have missed is WHY they did it.

Ratings.

Angry people gets more people in. It’s free advertising. They all victim blame because that gets them more viewers to who are watching to see what stupid thing they do next.

Therefore, the only way to make them stop is to drop their ratings.

I propose to you: #NoNewsFriday

Deliberately turn off, or tune in to a better channel [cartoon network, discovery,

Read more »

OMG stop me, I'm nightblogging!

Feel free to step on me, but I keep wondering…

…is Airman Higgs actually Bill Heterodyne in disguise?

Think about it:

  • He knows a lot about Mechanicsburg

  • He acts like he knows the Castle

  • He’s stated he’s “undercover”

  • He knows ALL about Mama Gkika’s

  • He can deal with just about anything and bounce back

  • He’s completely unflappable

You’d think that Bill Heterodyne would have seen a lot of

Read more »

Challenge #00076: One Fine Day in Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters

Scott catches one of the students testing his new policy regarding pranks and bad grades.

The first strategy, the best strategy, was not having a routine. He was such an easy target because there were places and times he liked to be and things he always did once he was there.

Which was why he found someone in his ensuite with a roll of suran wrap.

“Bobby. Can’t resist the classics, I see.”

“Um.” Bobby looked

Read more »

Fanfic Time: X-Wars, part 6

continued from yesterday:

  Warren was a very rare person. Aside from being rich, handsome, and having two wings on his back, he had the strange and slightly sick predilection of actually liking getting up early. He knew that the early bird got the worm. He liked to set his alarm just before sunrise, so he could wake up and stand on his balcony, listening to the bird song in the fresh, dawn air. (Or, perhaps, the birds coughing rhythmically [1] in the

Read more »

Fanfic Time: X-Wars, part 5

Continued from yesterday:

  Alex groaned, holding a hand to his head. He heard scuffling nearby, then a cool hand rested against his cheek, gently pressing him back down.

  “Shhh, don’t try to get up. You took quite a nasty bump to the noggin, Mr Gung-ho.”

  “Someone get me the license plate of that truck,” he replied blearily, forcing his eyelids open, and then shutting them again at the brilliance they encountered. “What happened? Jean?”

Read more »