Things that hit the spot.

[pauraque_bk]

O_O

switchknife wrote me birthday fic. *faints*

Pure (R, Peter/Ron)
I... have no words. I don't think I can improve on what I said in comments: "This... tenderness, the soft touch of Peter's hand opening Ron's robes, of Ron's remembered skin... and the rough reality, blood-scented mouth, unsmoothed concrete under hands and paws." Such brutal sensuality. And it's for me. I am overwhelmed.

'Ron,' he says again, testing it, tasting it, walking slowly to the wall. He wants the boy to look at him. To smile. To say Scabbers, there you are..!

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Last night malograntum and I went to see Spider-Man 2. I did not see the first movie, and had very low expectations for this one, which is possibly why I enjoyed it more than Mal did. It was quite ridiculous, but I was confident that it was being intentionally ridiculous, in a comic-book-ish manner. I also understand now why so many people on my friends list have announced that they're slashing Peter/Harry (which is a statement that has excited and then disappointed me many times -- damn multiple fandoms).

I, of course, came away from the movie with the desperate urge to write from the point of view of a character with four mechanical arms that see and think individually. (!!!) Those of you who know me know that I have a thing about prosthetics, as well as about alien-type POVs, so... ahaha. Drool. I also have a crush on Alfred Molina, so that didn't hurt either. I would like to see Dr. Octavius escape that whole... river... event... in partial command of his faculties, and then for some reason have sex with Peter Parker. Or, you know, that other guy. I'm not picky. Those arms, dude. They grip the ground as he walks! *fans self*

So, yeah. Not that well-written, but it hit my kink, as they say.

Also: Random!Hal Sparks. :D

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Now, my cat, who was really my mom's cat, is still getting used to the concept that I feed her now. What she's been doing is meowing at my door earlier and earlier each morning, which I take to mean that she's experimenting to see how soon after dinner she can get breakfast. Unfortunately, she picked a really bad day to wake me up at 6:30 -- only three hours after I'd fallen asleep.

What I've discovered this morning is that all employee and customer questions can be answered in one of the following ways:

1) Huh? Uh... ...yeah.
2) Huh? Uh... ...no.
3) Huh? Oh shit, I lost count. Uh... what?

But, you know, exhaustion fades. Fannish memories last forever. And such.

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A conversation I just had:

Employee: Are you aware that, like, loincloths still exist?
Me: Huh? Uh... yeah. Wait, what?
Other employee: *collapses on the counter in hysterics*

Comments

[noblerot.livejournal.com]

Alfred Molina... mmmm. Have you seen "Prick Up Your Ears?" You must.

[pauraque]

No, I haven't... isn't that the one where Gary Oldman kisses some guy? I did not know Alfred Molina was in that.

*cuddles your icon*

[noblerot.livejournal.com]

It's the true story of playwright Joe Orton (Gary Oldman) and his lover/mentor, Kenneth Halliwell (Alfred Molina). Orton becomes the successful and promiscuous toast of swinging London; Halliwell flails, and grows increasingly bitter. Things don't turn out well, but it's witty right up to the end. Lots of rough trade, boy-on-boy action. ("Prick Up Your Ears" is an anagram for "Prick Up Your Arse.") Directed by Stephen Frears. Great stuff.

But Doc Ock? I'm with you there. The weirdly tender relationship between Otto and his homicidal arms... the sunglasses... the trenchcoat. All this, and Tobey Maguire, too.

[pauraque]

Lots of rough trade, boy-on-boy action.

...Gary Oldman and Alfred Molina. Um. *looks at clock, wonders how early he can justify leaving work and running to the video store*

The weirdly tender relationship between Otto and his homicidal arms...

*melts* Ahha. Oh my, yes... There must be fic, I tell you.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_hannelore/]

Whee! Things that hit the good spot are good.

Not meaning to cobble something random onto this post, but the only recent contact I have for you is the AIM sn... I'm actually writing up a challenge for genfic_hogwarts and wanted to pass a few things by you. Best way to reach you?

[pauraque]

My email's eo at morosophy dot com. I took it off my LJ profile because I was getting an incredible amount of spam, even with the puny forced-space blocker LJ uses. I meant to put it back in the body of the profile, but never got around to it.

[arwencordelia.livejournal.com]

Happy Birthday! Very belatedly, I guess... Hope it was good :-)

[pauraque]

Thanks. :) And you're not very belated, it was only two days ago.

[scribbulus-ink.livejournal.com]

Belated happy birthday! I've meant to say something, but I haven't posted in two days, and then I forgot to add it in when I finally did post this morning, because I was off on a snark about students. *g*

[pauraque]

Aw, thanks. :)

[mimine.livejournal.com]

You have a crush on Alfred Molina too? Wow, thought I was the only one!

[pauraque]

Nope, you're not the only one. He's quite tasty. Looks like it's you, me, and noblerot. :)

[(Anonymous)]

On a side note (gee, I've been talkative lately...)

>Now, my cat, who was really my mom's cat, is still getting used to the concept that I feed her now. What she's been doing is meowing at my door earlier and earlier each morning, which I take to mean that she's experimenting to see how soon after dinner she can get breakfast. Unfortunately, she picked a really bad day to wake me up at 6:30 -- only three hours after I'd fallen asleep.<

My brother reports that his cat has tried the same thing--she knows that he feeds her as soon as he gets up. Not long ago, she even tried nudging him awake at 3:30 AM, in the hopes that he'd get up and feed her before he was fully conscious. He also reports that she looks hopeful whenever he takes a nap. :-)

p@,
Glenn

[pauraque]

You have been talkative lately! I like it. (Though I wonder whether you see my replies, since, as an anonymous user, you don't get comment notifications.)

Last night I *needed* to sleep, so I shut the cat into the dining room/kitchen area so that she couldn't get at my bedroom door. This also locks her out of her preferred sleeping spot, which is why I didn't do it in the first place. Apparently she didn't appreciate that, and made her displeasure known by shitting on the kitchen floor and horking up a hairball on the dining room rug.

I'm not sure how to teach her not to wake me up... She doesn't give up meowing, so I can't go back to sleep, but as long as it works, she'll keep doing it!

[(Anonymous)]

Well, I see your replies the next time I check your LJ, which works fine for me. :-) (I usually make a point of checking regularly after I've made a post.)

Your cat issue also reminds me of our family cat, who passed away a few years ago at the ripe old age of 18 (almost 19). When she was younger, she would wait until she heard someone stirring in one of the bedrooms, first thing in the morning (about 5:30, say, which is when I got up in those days), and then begin scratching and meowing for breakfast. She rarely woke us up before we planned to get up anyway, although her scratching did a fair amount of damage to the door frames at first.

A few years later, we moved from a small one-story home into a larger two-story house, where the humans slept upstairs, and the cat slept downstairs in the living room. (At first, she attempted regular forays upstairs, especially in order to hide when it was time to go to the vet, but as she got older and sleepier, this was less of an issue.) I don't think we ever deliberately barred her from her regular sleeping quarters, though; I doubt she'd have taken it well.

You sound like you've got less space to work with, though, so I'm not sure what the ideal solution might be...sorry. :-/

p@,
Glenn