Title: Distant Nights of Passion and Doom
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Genre: Various
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: Love is a warm gun, an empty road, leather on the skin and blood on the lips. One hundred glimpses of Dante and Trish.
Notes: Claim for the fanfic100 comm.

2/100 so far

( Marks of a pain, signs of a love crime, that will forever and never last... )

Haha, while I was reading new stories at Strange Horizons, I came to one that I became increasingly more enamored with as it progressed, until I got to the beautiful end and immediately prepared to hunt down whatever other stories the author had written.

It was, of course, Tim Pratt.

Yes, it's finally official. I'm in love.

So the drabble challenge I'm taking on now (because the others have gone so well /sarcasm) requires one hundred words or less. Me, being me, interpreted that as one hundred words only, so that's what I've been doing. Somehow it's working with my perfectionism. Also, it's helping me practice my porn without a fear of getting wordy. I can't get purple in one hundred words or less. But damn it, I'm sure as fuck my brain'll try.

He's dead. Michael Jackson is dead.

I don't even have words right now. Rest in peace, MJ.

Did anybody else know Orson Scott Card was outside his damn mind?

Before I was even halfway halfway through the essay I just stopped and said "NO" over and over again out loud. I finished it and now I'm somewhere between laughter and horror. And apparently this isn't even his first time writing about the sin of homosexuality.

For some reason this bemused me. I mean, I see this guy's books on sci-fi and fantasy shelves; he's won awards and shit. Guess I've got to keep in mind that being cool in some respects does not keep one from being stupid in others. Although, to be fair, I didn't want to read Ender's Game even before this.

Most recent library haul produced two mermaid and three werewolf books. The mermaid books were decent, entertaining considering how hard it is to find any mermaid book, let alone ones that tell an actual story.

The werewolf books were much better, and I was pleasantly surprised by the homosexual themes in Elizabeth Bear and Sarah Monette's A Company of Wolves. The summary careful sidesteps that aspect of the novel, so I was two chapters in and delighted when the main character accidentally stumbled on two burly Norse men going at it; even more delightful was the intense plot, characters, and storytelling. Probably one of the best books I've read since The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss, and both were about a young man coming of age under extraordinary circumstances, his sacrifices and adventures. That's one kind of story that writers seem to do amazingly well. A shame female coming-of-age stories never seem to be as powerful and intricate.

A Company of Wolves played a lot with gender roles: the main character is mentally and emotionally bonded with a female alpha wolf, and her mating season puts him in a complicated position with the men bonded to the wolves who mate with her. He has to struggle with conflicting ideas of masculinity and femininity, power and submission, honor and sacrifice, all while fighting a war in defense of his homeland. It's pretty amazing, and funny, and disturbing, and moving. And hot. Did I mention hot? Bad-ass warriors getting heavy in the sheets (or bear skins, as it were)...what's not to love? My favorite part was the enduring friendships and intimacy between the men, and between them and their wolves. I'm a sucker for relationships.

Besides one unsettling scene that mirrored a gang rape (it wasn't quite that, but we're given the clear impression that it was close) I recommend this book.

1. Anyone who looks at this entry has to post this meme and their current wallpaper on their Livejournal.
2. Explain in five sentences on why you're using that wallpaper!
3. Don't change your wallpaper before doing this! The point is to see what you had on!

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I love to see Twilight being made fun of as much as I love seeing any urban fantasy ripped apart. Not out of any particular dislike of the authors or even their arguably bad writing. In fact, I like what I've read of Meyer (a short story that I thought was pretty sweet) and I don't like the personal attacks taken against her. The woman hit a goldmine with female fantasy and more power to her. The fact that popular female fantasy can't differentiate between forbidden love and abuse says more about all of us than Meyer alone.

( In all truth, personally... )

This just in, folks: Adam Lambert is gay! GAY! Seriously!

...also, the sky is blue, fire is hot, and shooting yourself in the head might be fatal. Just in case you didn't know those things, either.

Kris Allen understood it better than anyone. I mean, there's only so many times a guy can look at you like this:



...before you suss out it isn't just because he really likes your hair.

I just want it on LJ record that I loveloveLOVE Randy Orton and his Legacy. Seeing him saunter out to the ring flanked by his delicious butt boys Cody Rhodes and Ted Dibiase is the highlight of my Monday night. Hell, it may be the highlight of my week.