In the USA, Thursday was is
Women's Equality Day, so called because on that date the
19th Amendment to the Constitution was made law, giving women the right to vote.
Yo! More power to ya!
More news and fanfics later. I will be out of town for the weekend and unable to update. Talk amongst yourselves while I'm gone, and stay tooned 4 moar.
THERE! Just updated this post Friday morning so it's current (for a few seconds, before another fanfic gets posted). Party on, people. Be back soon.
NEWEST! Just be aware that Friday, August 27, is the day that
Is It Fall Yet? first aired on MTV, ten years ago.
And, speaking of ten years ago, wanna see what MTV's
Daria site looked like then?
Click here, then click on the
Daria link. Enjoy.
NUZ!DFB2
- Unnamed poem #1 (DFB2: "Roses are red / Tom Sloane is poo..."), by Anonymous (COMPLETE!)
- Unnamed poem #2 (DFB2: "Roses are red / Tom Sloane is poo..."), by Ticknart (COMPLETE!)
- Unnamed poem #3 (DFB2: "Roses are red / Tom Sloane is poo..."), by Ticknart (COMPLETE!)
- Unnamed poem #4 (DFB2: "Roses are red / Tom Sloane is poo..."), by InvisibleDan (COMPLETE!)
- Unnamed poem #5 (DFB2: "Roses are red / Tom Sloane is poo..."), by TAG (COMPLETE!)
FF.net- NEWEST! Not So Fast, Lane by Used Condominium (COMPLETE!): Daria was up in her room, hiding. Through the walls, she recognized Trent's low voice and suddenly found herself concentrating on her breathing pattern. Thank God for all those five a.m. yoga classes or I'd never remember how to breathe evenly, she thought.
PPMB
- Anthony DeMartino Just Wants to Have Fun, by Smileyfax (COMPLETE!): "Girls... just want to have fuh-hun... oh girls, just want to have fun..." Anthony DeMartino wrestled with the child-proof safety cap furiously, until finally he managed to twist it open. He shook four of the little pills out onto his hand, popped them into his mouth, and dry-swallowed them. He pushed his hands to his ears in a futile effort to block the strains of Cyndi Lauper coming from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and waited. Finally, after ten minutes of the siren's voice calling him, it began to fade out of existence. After all, the song wasn't coming from within the cabinet, but from his own head. (FF.net)
- Big Esteem, by Hazazel (Part 3): “You can’t blame the girl for our problems, Linda,” Helen said to woman who had been her sister-wife for more than twenty years. “If Jake had had enough brains to understand how much troubles taking a new wife in his situation would bring and explained it to the girl, she probably would have understood.” “So you think Jake alone is to be blamed for our situation?” Linda asked. “Jake more than anyone else,” Helen answered. “Yet you're the one who supported him in his foolery,” Linda shot back. Looking sad, Helen answered “How could I have opposed it? He was totally smitten with her. And she with him.” (Daria/Big Love)
- NEW! Daria, Cynic of Lawndale: At Wits End, by Greystar (prelude): The citizens of Lawndale are lined up outside the gates of Lawndale Castle (picture Lawndale High, but made out of rough stone and sporting turrets) to watch the spectacle taking shape out front of the edifice. Soldiers in immaculate black and blood-red uniforms are holding the public at bay with muskets with bayonets affixed, though shock and fear seem to be doing equally well. A single file line of men, women, and children from all walks of Lawndale life, all wearing shackles and heavy chains are being walked into the doors of the building and through to a courtyard. In all cases, the Lawndale citizens are wearing their usual outfits, except they look like they haven’t been washed in weeks. Faces are dirty, sunken, streaked with sweat and grime. It is a populace that is thoroughly defeated.
- DeWitt, by Jim North (COMPLETE!): Insomuch as I am capable of enjoying anything approaching "normal", I enjoy watching people. On this particular day, a Monday, I am sitting on one of the benches that line one edge of the Lawndale High commons, a small field where students such as myself tend to gather during lunch and free periods. It also serves as a walkway between, for example, the cafeteria and the main building, making it a particularly excellent spot for my little hobby. (Daria/Dexter) (FF.net) [Contains mature content.]
- Do you swear to tell the truth... by Chris Tucker (COMPLETE!): The intercom on her desk buzzed. "Miz Morgendorffer? There's a Ranger to see you." "Thanks, he's expected." Texas Rangers tend to be tall, broad shouldered men. Ranger Bell was no exception. He was holding his hat in both hands as he entered the cramped office of Helen Morgendorffer. The office seemed even more cramped as he sat down. "Ma'am, I want to thank you for seeing me on such short notice, what I have to tell you is not the sort of thing you discuss on the telephone." [Contains mature content.]
- Fashion Angels, by Aloysius (COMPLETE!): “Good morning, angels,” the deep male said over a small intercom. “Good morning, Charlie,” the four young women said in return. Tiffany Blum-Deckler checked her appearance via a compact mirror. Stacy Rowe drank a latté while she scanned the sports section of the Lawndale Sun-Herald. Quinn Morgendorffer and Sandi Griffin watched each other warily as they waited for their employer and sponsor to speak. (Daria/Charlie’s Angels/Toonces the Driving Cat)
- Finn Morgendorffer 56: A Journey to Eternity, by HolyGrail2007 (Part 8): “I’m sure Jane has great times with her brother,” Mark returned. “When he’s conscious. And I’m conscious. Doesn’t happen often, but it grows on me. Come on, let’s go eat. Tomorrow, we’ll head over Daria’s, you can meet my ex. He’s graduating this week. And then, back on the trip.” “You’re lookin’ forward to seeing him, aren’t you?” Miranda teased. “It’s complicated.” Jane replied. “Doesn’t happen that often with me, but it’s really complicated.”
- NEWEST! God Save the Esteem 3: Family Devalued, by Charles RB (COMPLETE!): “Attention, entities of the interweb! This is Awesomely Amy, coming to you from the Lawndale woods—the sun is setting and we’re starting up the webcams around us! Stay tuned, for Metalmouth could attack at any moment! Dare YOU go to the bathroom and miss the scene?!” She disconnected the webcam and smiled. “They’ll be peeing in soda bottles if I know our audience. Everyone into the car, don’t want to be too tempting a target!”
- NEWEST! Import/Export, by Brian Taylor (Part 2): "So, had enough, yet?" They were in Bad Penny's cell. If you looked past the bars and the stone walls, the place was swanky, indeed. Clean linens. Old hooch. New smokes. Compared to what Daria had at the moment—and what she'd grown used to since leaving New York in her rear view six months and a lifestyle ago—it was a mint under the pillow away from being the Grand Hotel. "Enough of what?"
- NEWEST! Jack, by Hazazel (COMPLETE!): First thing Lindy noticed when she woke up was that she really, really, didn’t want to. Oh God, what a hangover! she thought. Just rising into a sitting position made her head feel like it was going to explode. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked around. Alright, I’m naked but at least most of my clothes seem to be on the floor. Lindy turned to look at the man sleeping next to her. And who the hell is he? She watched guy’s face for a moment, but there was nothing familiar in it. Certainly not the knight in shining armor. Nothing like that in the cards for this damsel in distress. Then she noticed a tattoo of Jack Nicholson in his left shoulder.
- Jane Morgendorffer, by LadieT (Part 5): Grabbing some empty boxes from the garage, Jake and Trent piled them in the back of Jake's car. While they were gone, Helen began rearranging Jane's room to fit an extra bed. Jane was helping Helen while Daria sat on Jane's bed curled up. Seeing her friend and soon-to-be sister upset, Jane sat down beside her. Daria refused to lift her head up. Helen stopped and joined them. "What's wrong, Daria?" "I think my mommy and daddy left 'cause they don't love me anymore.
- NEWEST! Quinnilicious, by TAG (COMPLETE!): "Four, three, two... um..." (Daria/Fergalicious)
- Unnamed story (Big Esteem), by Wormbait (COMPLETE!): "I kissed your husband, I kissed Jake."
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef, Daria made by Filmation), by DocForbin (COMPLETE!): "Daria, you're like school on the Fourth of July." "What do you mean?" (Daria/Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids)
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Daria's possible mentors), by Wormbait (COMPLETE!): Turning from her window in the warden's office of the newly re-opened Alcatraz, Daria set the last few lines to the thank-you card to her mentor....
- MOST NEWEST! Unnamed story (Iron Chef: gangster school?), by Roentgen (COMPLETE!): "All RIGHT CLASS!" shouted the teacher. "Today, we discuss the importance of having a NAME that can be either either CATCHY or MEANINGFUL! The importance of such a name is to strike TERROR into your ENEMIES!" "Like Mr. PedO'Neill?" Brittany squeaked.
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef: gangster school?), by Smileyfax (COMPLETE!): Stacy Rowe, Tiffany Blum-Deckler, and Tori Jericho stood at rigid attention for inspection. Their Schutzstaffel uniforms were immaculate, their posture pristine. They only awaited the approval of their Commandant. Sandi Griffin entered the room in full SS regalia, whip at her side, swastika prominently displayed on her armband, every inch the embodiment of pure evil. "I call to order this meeting of the Fascism Club," she said coolly. "Prepare for inspection."
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef: Guys and Guys), by NightGoblyn (COMPLETE!): Quinn laughed, her voice lilting like wind through chimes, and then took another sip of her mimosa. Her lunch companion smiled ruefully and shook his head. "You promised you wouldn't laugh." "I know, I know," Quinn said. "It's just... wow. I now have the weapon of ultimate destruction over my sister." Tom frowned. "Just because she's the last girl I dated...."
- Unnamed story (Iron Chef: What he REALLY thinks of Daria!), by Getrealordie187 (COMPLETE!): "You're beautiful. Unpolished sure, but you can't teach poise and you can't instruct disdain for the masses. Teach me! Teach me your ways."
- Unnamed story (Scenes no Daria fanfic should have: Ouch Time), by thatLONERchick (COMPLETE!): [Won't spoil it!]
- Unnamed story (Scenes no Daria fanfic should have: Ouch Time), by Getrealordie187 (COMPLETE!): A year in Hope High had dulled the once witty, if deadpan girl into a vicious and ruthless shadow of her former self. Once upon a time she could have gotten you anything for a price; liquor, cigarettes, booze. People at Hope either had a niche or they were chum in the waters. Hers had been as a black market salesmen. She'd started out with tests and when one of the boys who used to run the racket got busted, she moved in. At Hope High, she'd been a god and for the first time in her life the bile she felt at the thought of the ignorance of the human race had stayed itself.
- Unnamed story (Scenes no Daria fanfic should have: Ouch Time), by Getrealordie187 (COMPLETE!): "I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's depressing. Everybody's out of blush or scared of loosing their last tube of lip gloss. You can barely buy a nice top, Cashman's went bust, shopkeepers put ink tags on clothes just to ruin them. Punks are going out in daylight with their Mohawks and nose rings and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it..." (Daria/Network)
- Unnamed story (Scenes no Daria fanfic should have: Ouch Time), by Charles RB (COMPLETE!): DeMartino grinned at the dead form of the football team....
- Unnamed story (Scenes no Daria fanfic should have: Ouch Time), by Jim North (COMPLETE!): Mack leaned forward, peering into the open hatch of the strange vehicle. From the steaming darkness within, a slithering, disgusting, alien thing swiftly emerged and launched itself at him. (Daria/Independence Day)
J.B. is letting everyone know that it's National Dog Day, and also asks that you check your peripheral vision while driving. Unless you're trying to work your way up to humans slowly.
