Oh boy. And then there were the Michael hair wars in Nikita fandom.

Oh, and I guess Felicity, too.

People are so weird about hair. I'm baffled by this every time I watch What Not To Wear.

Oh, god, how did I forget to mention Michael's hair? Sorry, I mean Michael's auburn locks. Or chestnut. Not brown! Never brown.

His flowing chesnut mullet locks and jadeite orbs!

Dear world: Chestnut is a synonym for brown. An overwrought synonym.

no love,
me

p.s. "Vermillion" is not an acceptable descriptor for Scully's hair unless she is actually wearing a Binky the Clown wig.

Well, whatever floats their boats, you know? And, yeah, very true that Charlie looks much cuter with the hair than without the hair (if you've seen the original pilot, where they went in a rather more Rainman direction with him, and the other members of the Eppes family were both WASPy WASPs from the planet dull). But...haircut warnings. Allrighty then.

Incidentally, you've just reminded me - every time I go to the Poly Recs homepage I'm reminded that y'all don't rec Domestic Discipline. And every time I think to myself "Hmm...that probably doens't mean restraining oneself from eating all the cookies in the packet, or remembering to buy enough loo roll/washing up liquid, or cleaning the flat once in a while." So what IS it, then? Is it BDSM in the comfort of one's living room? Or what?

"Vermillion" is not an acceptable descriptor for Scully's hair unless she is actually wearing a Binky the Clown wig.

!!!

Oh, but you know, that could be a rather fabulous little ficlet. Scully staring at her reflection in horror, and gazing down at the new hair dye splattering the pristine surface of her sink like a scene from Psycho, and then letting out a wail of pure horror at the unexpected and wholly unconvincing shade her hair has turned, all because she didn't get enough of the alien/werewolf/vampire/goblin blood out of her locks prior to doing her roots.

So what IS it, then? Is it BDSM in the comfort of one's living room? Or what?

It's a relationship where one person disciplines the other in a paternalistic sort of fashion. I.e., Jim would spank Blair when he did something wrong, and not in a sexy way.

I thought domestic discipline was that thing where you dress up in leather shorts and a mask with a zipper mouth and then clean the kitchen floor with a toothbrush. While being yelled at.

Or is that Private Benjamin?

In other news:

and jadeite orbs

You know, I'm glad that fandom can learn. Back in ye olde XF days, I had a nice long argument with someone who called Krycek's eyes "jade" -- I said (not entirely innocently), isn't that the scary milky color like possessed people in horror movies? And my respondent exclaimed huffily that not all jade was the scary milky color and that I needed some gemology lessons. In fact, jadeite is a much more specific and accurate term for the human shades of green eyes, and does not look like possessed people, and I am glad that fandom can learn.

(Because they usually can't.)

Hate to burst any bubbles, but I have to think that the shift of the cliche to jadeite was less a matter of geological accuracy than of "ooh, shiny extra syllable! that must mean it's even more sophisticated and bee-you-tee-full!"

Green nephrite is closer to human eyecolor than green jadeite, if one must disambiguate the jades. Also, nephrite, unlike jadeite, doesn't come in pink.

"His huge long-lashed jadeite eyes looked not unlike those of a startled albino bunny."