Fic: Rebels Without a Clue; Dermott/Hank; R

Title: Rebels Without a Clue
Fandom: Venture Bros
Pairing: Dermott/Hank
Rating: R
Word Count: 1983
Spoilers: Season 3 spoilers
Author's Note: This was originally supposed to be a tiny little thing for the VB kink meme, but the idea really grabbed me.
Summary: Some things Hank did because he wanted to be cool, some things Hank did because he was angry at his dad, and some things Hank did simply because he was a seventeen year old boy.

( Rebels Without a Clue )

I Had A Bobby, His Name Was Brother....

Whatever slump or burn out I was emeshed in, I think it's safe to say it's over. I've written four things in 24 hours - one which will not be posted, for a variety of reasons - and my brain is still crackling and popping like an electrified fence.

I think I was having withdrawals. Though it was weird, what fandoms my mind turned to first. Instead of my most recent fandoms (Silent Hill and Venture Bros) or my staple return-to fandom (HBC), I went for Xenogears and damned. Half of it has to be the simple fact that I accessed my old music. Which meant all my David Bowie and my Duran Duran. The rest...well, I think there are things I've just been missing badly lately.

I'm dragging horribly on The Dark Tower. Mainly this is because of the simple fact that if I don't finish the last book, it's never really over. And it's been a long time since I wanted something to not end like this. Plus there's the epic foreshadowing, and my insane fear of character death. And I know not everyone's going to make it, but there are two characters I really want to see make it to the end. Sadly, I have a bad history with Stephen King killing off my favorite characters. To drag things out, I'm reading Desperation at the same time.


After a very, very long day for the Silent Hill household yesterday, nijawial and I are kicking back today with our Stephen King DVDs and a very large pizza order from Domino's. Nija has to work again tonight, and I figure I'll take this evening to work on more writing. We watched disc two of Nightmares and Dreamscapes. The End of the Whole Mess was amazing. I don't see why I wasn't reading stunning review after stunning review for this one. For anyone who's read the original story, this is a rare treat. Nothing was changed. Nothing was taken out or added in. The only thing different was that in the adaptation, Howie is a documentary filmmaker instead of a journalist. I'd just been reading the story a few days ago (Nightmares and Dreamscapes was my bathroom book until I replaced it with Desperation) and the dialogue was word-for-word perfect. The Road Virus Heads North was pretty well done, too. No, not dead-on accurate but an entertaining piece and a fair adaptation.

Then we hit The Fifth Quarter. I was watching the opening (heavily camera filtered angsting of a wife and child) and trying to figure out which story it was. I had thought I knew, but as I watched, I was doubtful and wondering if maybe I really had come across a short story I hadn't read.

But no, the plot had just been butchered so badly that it was unrecognizable. Once they got to the part about the map it all clicked, and I was a bit appalled. We actually shut it off. Now Accepted is on Comedy Central, and I consider that a vast improvement.