| | Blog #21: Wrap up of Pattern Recognition..or lack there of.
Whew! I’m glad that presentation is over! Anyways, lets get on with the show. I’m still not convinced that Cayce’s fashion allergy is really an allergy. I think that she does struggle with her personal critique on Americanism, but I kind of like it. It leaves me thinking that she’s not as perfect as she thinks herself. I mean, it’s inevitable for her to be labeled/logoed in some way. Even if she has all generic stuff in her kitchen as Margot noticed, it is still a brand. Levi jeans are still Levi jeans even if their labels and rivets are gone.
I did like the parallel that was made between the toxic clothing sweatshops and footage prisons. I suppose that it is quite ironic that she was so involved with the footage and uncovering its secret, but tried to separate herself from the logo(mirror)-world…well Gibson probably did this on purpose.
I’m kind of dry of ideas in terms of Pattern Recognition. I can talk for hours about fanfiction so if anyone has any other questions feel free to ask. I’m obviously not an expert on the subject, but will try my best to answer your questions.
Also, I have been getting some requests for my own fan fic so I’ve posted one below. Please, please, please, keep in mind that I was a sophomore in college and had no experience in writing. Seeing as the fan fiction has helped me in the long run, I’m proud, but slightly scared. I’ve actually never “come out” with my real name on any of my stories. You guys don’t have to comment, but if you do, please no flames! On another note, this story was also came to me in a dream. Yes, I'm crazy enough for Harry Potter Fan Fiction to be dreaming about it. Be warned, I was a hardcore Hermione and Draco shipper. I explained to Ryan today in class that there is some logical reasoning for this. Although some people think that canon is the way to go, the Hermione/Draco ship is so out of this world that I could make it happen. Meaning, that I knew that Rowling would never do it so I didn't have to worry about finding it hidden in the tree-flakes that I know as HP and the Deathly Hallows. Harry and Hermione could have happened and we know now that Ron and Hermione did happen. Imagine if I would have tainted the relationships with raunchy smut and then read their beautifully written relationships. I would have been devastated. Hermione and Draco were the best deal. Okay so now that you're warned that I'm a non-canon writer, onward we go!
For your reading pleasure I have selected a "Flash fic FanFic" that has no plot and is not rated R. I don't think that I could look you guys in the face if I posted something R on my blog post.
The Burn
PG-13
“Oh sod off limp dick,” she snaps as she spins on her heel and storms to her room. Slamming the door, she angrily paces around the room. He pounds on her door screaming her name.
“I’m not done with you!” he yells through the wooden plank. She huffs in frustration and yanks it open.
“What more could you want, you ugly baboon?!”
“You will not talk to me like that you filthy Mudblood,” he spits pointing a finger at her.
“Or what? You’ll call your daddy to come fight for you?”
He is silent but shakes in rage. “Wake up and smell the coffee Malfoy, you’re father is in Azkaban and not going to be here to protect you. What are you going to do now?”
“You’re a piece of slime,” he sneers and lunges for her. She barely escapes his deadly grip.
“You are truly deranged, my friend. It is not me who is the slime, but yourself. Have you looked in the mirror lately?” she yells at him. He grabs her wrist and squeezes it until she winces. Yanking her towards him, he grasps her free one and crushes it beneath his fingers.
“Oww! Malfoy stop!” she begs in agony. Flinging her to the floor like a rag doll he towers above her as she gingerly gets to her feet. Rubbing her soar wrists, she glares at him.
Her angry manner suddenly changes and her face softens as she eyes him seductively. Slowly walking up to him, she grazes his cheek with her index finger. He flinches at the gentleness of her touch.
“Granger, what are you up to?” he asks suspiciously narrowing his eyes to look at her.
“Oh, nothing. I just love a man who uses brute force to get what he wants,” she coos with a small smile as she unbuttons her shirt making sure he has full view of her cleavage. He looks and smirks. Pulling him down by his tie, she brushes her lips to his. Gently her tongue glides over the pink flesh. His body doesn’t move, but his tongue extends to meet hers. They touch and he shivers. Her hands slide up to his chest under his collard shirt. Finally connecting their lips she kisses him sensually. She chuckles and takes his head into her hands. She bites his lower lip. He gasps as the pain registers in his brain. Breaking the embrace, she wipes the small dribble of plasma from her lips. Her seductive smile has vanished from her face. His hand flies to his mouth and he sees the blood on his finger tips.
“You little bi…” he yells as her right hook connects with his face.
“Don’t fuck with me, Malfoy.” He grabs her around the throat and slams her against the wall. Her feet dangle inches above the floor as she desperately tries to fill her lungs with oxygen. He pulls her away from the wall only to smash against it again.
“Is this what you want? Huh? Is this how you want me to treat you?”
She manages to shake her head. Fear streaks her face and he drops her. She tumbles to the ground clutching her already bruising neck and gasping for air. Crumbled on the floor, she shakes as the oxygen refills her lungs. She rises to her knees to stand but he knocks her back down. “This is where you belong you filthy Mudblood; at my feet,” he sneers. Tears burn at the back of her eyes and her throat tightens with emotion. She looks up at him. Blood from his lip stained his white shirt.
From the floor she lunges and takes him out at the knees. He crashes to the floor, knocking his head on her bed side table. She crawls on top of him straddling his torso with her legs. He lightly places his hand on her hips.
“What do you want from me?” she asks with tearful eyes.
“I want to know what you did to me.” He says softly as he fights for consciousness. “Granger…” he says as he blinks hard to focus on her face.
“I did nothing.” She says as she grips the fabric of his shirt in her fists.
“Then why are your initials burned onto my chest?” he asks before he faints beneath her.
A/N: So the tense shifts and there is no real plot, but it produced quite a few requests for me to continue it. Since I woke up before anything else happened and I was working on my longer HP piece I never continued.
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