Cavemen, Flu-Brain, Fic Previews and News
Feb. 1st, 2006 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misscamSo, February begins. Month of my birthday and the King's (same day, in fact), and this year, the glorious Winter Olympics. Yes, in case you didn't know, Cam is fairly sports addicted. Fear this LJ when the two weeks of Olympic cheering and lusting starts. Oh yes.
Flu has smacked me hard and I think my brain has gone half dormant or something, as it hurts to use too much. I should just stay in bed and read smut, laugh at badfic and wank and idiocy.
Speaking of the latter - Wow, cavemen really are still alive in the world.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus79 pointed me to this old wank. The fun starts with danny2, who has his particular likes, oh yes.
coolpuprocks if you are a girl then here's some advice: "Dont swear at other people", The images of females that have your level of attitude are not ones that I respect. Dont take my word for it go and ask your parents if they dont either. Bottom line is: that type of attitude hinders the message you want to give.
I think girls are attractive. I dont think guys are attractive. So when a girl swears or smokes it turms me off and from that point she looks unattractive to me.
I taught you would find me very attractive. I didnt treat you nice just because you were a girl, I was honest. I hinted at you what I dont like about girls, so that you can improve and make me liike you. I couldnt care less about how a guy talks, but it would bother me if he smoked. Send me your pic otherwise I wont be able to judge you externally.
Double standards??? So if I was to say bisexual, am I supposed to have sex with a guy the same way I do it with a girl? If you dont want double standards then dont use the girls toilet, use the guys toilet.
Oh, shut the fuck up, you stoneage bollocks-brain. This is the bloody 21st century and I will curse as much as I fucking want, tedious twat.
Oh, babydoll. Give it up already. P.S Never become addicted to Doctor Who, okay? I would hate to go insane, after all.
Oh, and while I remember it - don't forget to go pokingcasirafics over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
featuredwhovian. Pooooke her. Your next target after that should be taraljc, followed by me. Um-hum.
Finally, because I am always a tease, fic previews from current WIPs.
Smut-a-thon entry, GSR in this part, many pairings in others:
He presses a kiss against her neck, burning and possessive and demanding and Grissom and it galls her that her breath catches in her throat and that her skin finds it pleasurable.
"This is not going to make it okay," she says, but even as she says it, she knows she's going to sleep with him. Because though it is too late, she has also wanted him for so many years it's become a habit. Just this once, she wants to know what it is she's not had, what she can't have. What she'll walk away from.
Doctor Who, Tenth Doctor, rather depressing AU:
"Come on, Rose," he says, and his shadow turns as he does, one Time Lord shaped darkness in the sunlight. He's never stopped walking with her. She did after all frame a part of him, and that part never died. It's just that she did.
He's never stopped hanging on to Rose.
Doctor Who, Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, sorta AU:
It starts with a voice.
"You could rewrite this, Rose, Tyler," the voice says, and she always nods, because she knows it's true. History can be rewritten like *that*, he's told her. History is a script, and it has at least one editor, running around with a sonic screwdriver instead of a red pen. She knows. She's seen. And she knows she has some power too, power through him, because he looks at her a certain way and gives her what she wants even declaring it a bad idea all the while.
"No, no," the voice says, and it's her voice and his voice and it sings like the TARDIS too. "You could rewrite this."
"Into what?"
"Into whatever you want."
It begins with a voice, and she's listening. (...)
"Do you remember what you said to me, at number Ten? 'I could save the world, but lose you'?"
"Yes," he says quietly.
"What if... What if it'd been me, been... My choice?"
For a moment, there's only silence and his gaze, holding her, reading her. She knows he doesn't quite know what she's implying, but that he understands it all too well.
"You'd save the world," he says and breaks her heart. Because he's right, because he's selfless, because he's fucking noble and he's shaped all those things in her too and she knows what she has to do.
It's just...
"Rose," he whispers, and his breath brushes across her lips with agonizing tenderness as he leans in. "It won't work like this anyway. It can't be all that you want. It won't be me, just a placeholder for all your fantasies. If you love me... Let me go."
It's just that she does love him.
Saz and Cam co-authored fic:
Second kiss and the first proper one. The first had been a second of spontaneity, moments before dashing for their lives yet again. Just a second to feel the flesh of her lips achingly soft, slightly parting at the touch of his.
He'd planned the second. Planned to take her to London 2000, turn of the millennium, kiss her under a thousand rockets as history changed. Except that was something any human male could do, so he planned again. The planet Renklion had a three lunar eclipse once in a million years and he could hold her hand and kiss her in the darkness and slow time and smile at her awe. Except she might be looking more at the eclipse than him, so he trashed that.
He planned to take her to a million planets, a million moments in time and in the end, she kissed him up against the wall of the TARDIS, the ship humming with time and her hand warm against his neck. (...)
After the first month, she no longer visited the TARDIS every day. She no longer left the house. Some days she never even left her room. Mickey cajoled, and Jackie threatened, but Rose wasn’t budging from her depression. Her grief was all she had of him.
The discovery, when it came, was bittersweet. She did have something else of his after all. Unfortunately, she had no idea what she was going to do about it.
In other news:
Car swept away by floodwaters into the fjord, motorist missing (Sigh.)
Heavy rain hitting the mid region of Norway.( Some places reported rainfall of almost a metre in a day. This sure ain't normal. Blergh.)
French paper also publishes the Mohammed cartoons. (Oy.)
Bush holds State of Union address (Cam does not hold her breath for her opinion on him to change.)
Flu has smacked me hard and I think my brain has gone half dormant or something, as it hurts to use too much. I should just stay in bed and read smut, laugh at badfic and wank and idiocy.
Speaking of the latter - Wow, cavemen really are still alive in the world.
lotus79 pointed me to this old wank. The fun starts with danny2, who has his particular likes, oh yes.coolpuprocks if you are a girl then here's some advice: "Dont swear at other people", The images of females that have your level of attitude are not ones that I respect. Dont take my word for it go and ask your parents if they dont either. Bottom line is: that type of attitude hinders the message you want to give.
I think girls are attractive. I dont think guys are attractive. So when a girl swears or smokes it turms me off and from that point she looks unattractive to me.
I taught you would find me very attractive. I didnt treat you nice just because you were a girl, I was honest. I hinted at you what I dont like about girls, so that you can improve and make me liike you. I couldnt care less about how a guy talks, but it would bother me if he smoked. Send me your pic otherwise I wont be able to judge you externally.
Double standards??? So if I was to say bisexual, am I supposed to have sex with a guy the same way I do it with a girl? If you dont want double standards then dont use the girls toilet, use the guys toilet.
Oh, shut the fuck up, you stoneage bollocks-brain. This is the bloody 21st century and I will curse as much as I fucking want, tedious twat.
Oh, babydoll. Give it up already. P.S Never become addicted to Doctor Who, okay? I would hate to go insane, after all.
Oh, and while I remember it - don't forget to go poking
casirafics over at featuredwhovian. Pooooke her. Your next target after that should be taraljc, followed by me. Um-hum.Finally, because I am always a tease, fic previews from current WIPs.
Smut-a-thon entry, GSR in this part, many pairings in others:
He presses a kiss against her neck, burning and possessive and demanding and Grissom and it galls her that her breath catches in her throat and that her skin finds it pleasurable.
"This is not going to make it okay," she says, but even as she says it, she knows she's going to sleep with him. Because though it is too late, she has also wanted him for so many years it's become a habit. Just this once, she wants to know what it is she's not had, what she can't have. What she'll walk away from.
Doctor Who, Tenth Doctor, rather depressing AU:
"Come on, Rose," he says, and his shadow turns as he does, one Time Lord shaped darkness in the sunlight. He's never stopped walking with her. She did after all frame a part of him, and that part never died. It's just that she did.
He's never stopped hanging on to Rose.
Doctor Who, Nine/Rose, Ten/Rose, sorta AU:
It starts with a voice.
"You could rewrite this, Rose, Tyler," the voice says, and she always nods, because she knows it's true. History can be rewritten like *that*, he's told her. History is a script, and it has at least one editor, running around with a sonic screwdriver instead of a red pen. She knows. She's seen. And she knows she has some power too, power through him, because he looks at her a certain way and gives her what she wants even declaring it a bad idea all the while.
"No, no," the voice says, and it's her voice and his voice and it sings like the TARDIS too. "You could rewrite this."
"Into what?"
"Into whatever you want."
It begins with a voice, and she's listening. (...)
"Do you remember what you said to me, at number Ten? 'I could save the world, but lose you'?"
"Yes," he says quietly.
"What if... What if it'd been me, been... My choice?"
For a moment, there's only silence and his gaze, holding her, reading her. She knows he doesn't quite know what she's implying, but that he understands it all too well.
"You'd save the world," he says and breaks her heart. Because he's right, because he's selfless, because he's fucking noble and he's shaped all those things in her too and she knows what she has to do.
It's just...
"Rose," he whispers, and his breath brushes across her lips with agonizing tenderness as he leans in. "It won't work like this anyway. It can't be all that you want. It won't be me, just a placeholder for all your fantasies. If you love me... Let me go."
It's just that she does love him.
Saz and Cam co-authored fic:
Second kiss and the first proper one. The first had been a second of spontaneity, moments before dashing for their lives yet again. Just a second to feel the flesh of her lips achingly soft, slightly parting at the touch of his.
He'd planned the second. Planned to take her to London 2000, turn of the millennium, kiss her under a thousand rockets as history changed. Except that was something any human male could do, so he planned again. The planet Renklion had a three lunar eclipse once in a million years and he could hold her hand and kiss her in the darkness and slow time and smile at her awe. Except she might be looking more at the eclipse than him, so he trashed that.
He planned to take her to a million planets, a million moments in time and in the end, she kissed him up against the wall of the TARDIS, the ship humming with time and her hand warm against his neck. (...)
After the first month, she no longer visited the TARDIS every day. She no longer left the house. Some days she never even left her room. Mickey cajoled, and Jackie threatened, but Rose wasn’t budging from her depression. Her grief was all she had of him.
The discovery, when it came, was bittersweet. She did have something else of his after all. Unfortunately, she had no idea what she was going to do about it.
In other news:
Car swept away by floodwaters into the fjord, motorist missing (Sigh.)
Heavy rain hitting the mid region of Norway.( Some places reported rainfall of almost a metre in a day. This sure ain't normal. Blergh.)
French paper also publishes the Mohammed cartoons. (Oy.)
Bush holds State of Union address (Cam does not hold her breath for her opinion on him to change.)
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:38 pm (UTC)Cocksucking broomfucking dickbrained jerkwads. *makes rude gesture, and yes, she's still a twelve-year-old boy at heart*
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:40 pm (UTC)Sorry.
You = rock my love socks. :p
ps- I am in a comment-posting mood. I don't know why. I don't like it, but if it makes people happy, then I can deal. oh, and- Greetings from icky conservative America. ::growls::
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 04:48 pm (UTC)::snort:: Cause it's totally about *him* and his sexual preferences, and could never be about a woman behaving a certain way because that's her preference, because everybody knows women only exist to mirror/please men. ::rolls eyes:: Dumbass.
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 04:50 pm (UTC)Love socks, huh? Does that mean there's hate socks?
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:52 pm (UTC)Git.
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Date: 2006-02-01 04:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 04:57 pm (UTC)Although 'Hate' is a strong, strong word.
Thanks for the suggestions :) I always feel pathetic because people come here and have to try to fit into our culture, and we just criticize them for not being more "American". I hate my culture. We're so pathetic. When I grow up, I'm moving to Italy or someplace warm.
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 05:04 pm (UTC)Don't go to Italy. At least not till Berlusconi is gone. He's like a little Bush, with 50% more sexism. But there are other places that might be nice. Rich Norwegians go to Spain for the winter and come back for the summer. Nice and hot and less repuslive PM.
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:16 pm (UTC)And after all that crap, he's still hitting on that poor girl? The mind boggles like... uh, something that boggles a lot.
"If you dont want double standards then dont use the girls toilet, use the guys toilet."
Have done. Your turn now.
But I bet if can't handle swearing, he won't be able to dead with the tampons in the trash, the poor gentle soul.
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:30 pm (UTC)You're trying to kill me, aren't you?
*is dead*
*will not be revived until at least one of these is posted*
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:41 pm (UTC)He planned to take her to a million planets, a million moments in time and in the end, she kissed him up against the wall of the TARDIS, the ship humming with time and her hand warm against his neck.
Such a tease! I love the images in the last snippet.
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:48 pm (UTC)We really must get moving on it, eh?
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:50 pm (UTC)What's wrong with socks then? Can't say I'm too bothered now soince it's Summer here, but come Winter you won't get my socks off me for anything.
Cold feet are evil, not socks.
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 05:55 pm (UTC)The picture line amused me greatly. It's like he insulted her and his idea of her of the insults fading is perving all over her picture.
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Date: 2006-02-01 05:57 pm (UTC)And I wasn't trying to kill anyone, I was merely proving I am a busy writing bee.
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:03 pm (UTC)One pair of socks and I feel warm enough to actually get out of bed
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:09 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:10 pm (UTC)We should, but we're lazy and easily distracted.
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Date: 2006-02-01 06:11 pm (UTC)