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

[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.