bookblather (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bookblather) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rainbowfic2015-06-17 01:49 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2015-06-17 01:49 pm
Octarine 27: Sometimes You Gotta Laugh
Author: Kat
Title: Sometimes You Gotta Laugh
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Octarine 27 (When the least they could do to you was everything, then the most they could do to you suddenly held no terror.)
Supplies and Materials: Novelty beads (this gif), modeling clay (up)
Word Count: 407
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy loses her shit, Danny has better things to do, and Aaron is just confused.
Warnings: none.
Notes: And then I caught a bad case of crazy. Well, hopefully I'm better now. If you've been hanging around my journal, you may be familiar with this case. Warning for homophobia at the second link, but it's really so ridiculous it's hilarious.
Aaron heard the initial shriek of laughter all the way in the kitchen. By the time he came back into the living room, beers in hand, Ivy was rolling on the floor.
Danny, an indescribable look on her face, was poking at her tablet screen, and barely looked up when he sat down next to her. "So," he began, and gestured at his sister. "What's... happening here?"
Ivy sobbed in a breath and used it to cackle even louder.
Danny rolled her eyes, and traded him her tablet for a beer. "Some couple in Australia's planning to get divorced if gay marriage becomes legal. Because... I don't know, institutional bullshit."
"Oh," Aaron said. He scrolled through the story-- typical heteronormative bullshit, although the commentary was hilarious for once rather than offensive-- and looked at Ivy again. She was kicking her feet in the air now, her arms held tight across her stomach. "Is she actually going to die?"
"Doubt it," Danny said. "Are you done with that? I have email to answer."
Aaron returned the tablet and leaned back against the couch, keeping a weather eye on Ivy until she clawed her way back to a sitting position, wheezing.
"You okay?" he asked.
She waved a hand at him, and continued waving until he handed her a beer of her own. "Fine," she said, after a swig. "I just. Oh my God, Aaron."
"Noted," he said. "What are you planning?"
"What makes you think I'm planning anything?" Ivy held the beer against her forehead for a moment, then rocked to her feet and plopped down on the couch next to him. Danny, jostled by the sudden movement, made an annoyed noise, but otherwise ignored the interruption.
"Oh, I don't know," Aaron said. "I know you?"
Ivy grinned at him. "I was thinking of throwing a party and inviting all the queer people I know."
Which was most of Ivy's friends, Aaron thought, at least the ones he knew. "Uh-huh. And where would you hold this mythical party?"
"In the field where we grow our fucks." She threw her arms out dramatically, and only barely missed smacking him in the face. "For this occasion, it shall be barren."
He snorted, and raised his beer to her. "Yeah, okay. For that theme I'd show up."
"Me too," Danny said, unexpectedly reentering the conversation. "Can I bring a friend?"
"You can bring all your friends," Ivy said, and laughed again.
Title: Sometimes You Gotta Laugh
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Octarine 27 (When the least they could do to you was everything, then the most they could do to you suddenly held no terror.)
Supplies and Materials: Novelty beads (this gif), modeling clay (up)
Word Count: 407
Rating: PG
Summary: Ivy loses her shit, Danny has better things to do, and Aaron is just confused.
Warnings: none.
Notes: And then I caught a bad case of crazy. Well, hopefully I'm better now. If you've been hanging around my journal, you may be familiar with this case. Warning for homophobia at the second link, but it's really so ridiculous it's hilarious.
Aaron heard the initial shriek of laughter all the way in the kitchen. By the time he came back into the living room, beers in hand, Ivy was rolling on the floor.
Danny, an indescribable look on her face, was poking at her tablet screen, and barely looked up when he sat down next to her. "So," he began, and gestured at his sister. "What's... happening here?"
Ivy sobbed in a breath and used it to cackle even louder.
Danny rolled her eyes, and traded him her tablet for a beer. "Some couple in Australia's planning to get divorced if gay marriage becomes legal. Because... I don't know, institutional bullshit."
"Oh," Aaron said. He scrolled through the story-- typical heteronormative bullshit, although the commentary was hilarious for once rather than offensive-- and looked at Ivy again. She was kicking her feet in the air now, her arms held tight across her stomach. "Is she actually going to die?"
"Doubt it," Danny said. "Are you done with that? I have email to answer."
Aaron returned the tablet and leaned back against the couch, keeping a weather eye on Ivy until she clawed her way back to a sitting position, wheezing.
"You okay?" he asked.
She waved a hand at him, and continued waving until he handed her a beer of her own. "Fine," she said, after a swig. "I just. Oh my God, Aaron."
"Noted," he said. "What are you planning?"
"What makes you think I'm planning anything?" Ivy held the beer against her forehead for a moment, then rocked to her feet and plopped down on the couch next to him. Danny, jostled by the sudden movement, made an annoyed noise, but otherwise ignored the interruption.
"Oh, I don't know," Aaron said. "I know you?"
Ivy grinned at him. "I was thinking of throwing a party and inviting all the queer people I know."
Which was most of Ivy's friends, Aaron thought, at least the ones he knew. "Uh-huh. And where would you hold this mythical party?"
"In the field where we grow our fucks." She threw her arms out dramatically, and only barely missed smacking him in the face. "For this occasion, it shall be barren."
He snorted, and raised his beer to her. "Yeah, okay. For that theme I'd show up."
"Me too," Danny said, unexpectedly reentering the conversation. "Can I bring a friend?"
"You can bring all your friends," Ivy said, and laughed again.