Memes and Smut
Feb. 22nd, 2005 11:31 amHad excellent birthday celebrations over the last two days. Thanks for all congrats, well-wishes, gifts (whee) and other amusements :) You're all adorable and Honourary Norwegians ;)
Memes spotted around:
You name three characters. I have to pick one to push off a cliff, one to marry, and one to shag.(Alternately, you could choose three of my livejournal friends, but the thought of axing one of you makes me hurt slightly.)
What's your favorite swear word/insulting phrase? Come on people, be creative here.
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me? (Don't be shy.)
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She awakens to his kisses; light touches of fire on her skin, tracing a path down her back. He has pushed her bed covers down to expose her skin, but the room is warm and she does not care. She feels almost exposed, naked under his touch even lying on her stomach, but strangely, she does not feel afraid. She trusts him.
It is morning; she can sense sunlight, but keeps her eyes closed. A few rays must be streaking into the room and falling across her bed, feeling warm against her eyelids. Her hair is tickling her shoulders, her sheets are soft against her breasts. She feels aware, but not awake. As if this is a living dream, not quite real, not quite a fantasy.
He slips a finger across the base of her back, a touch lighter than a feather. She can feel his gaze on her, touching her as surely as his hands, making a different kind of love to her. Last night was greed and need for both. Now he is slow; savouring, exploring, cherising.
It is an odd word in her mind, but she cannot think of another. There is cherish in his touches, his kisses, his looks. Cherish. So near love, but she dares not think of that. Not yet.
He leans down and she feels his breath across her cheek, smelling slightly of something she has not yet identified, but has learned is simply him. He tucks her hair away, but still she does not open her eyes, listening to his breath and her heartbeats. A strange rhythm, but it feels almost like a song in her blood.
"Good morning," he whispers, his thumb tracing her lower lip. She parts her lips slightly, pressing a kiss against his fingerprint. He makes a deep sound in his throat; a sound her body remembers and responds to.
She lifts herself up, her breasts pressing against his naked chest as she locks her mouth to his, kissing him deeply as the echo of the passion the night before becomes a roar in her mind. Her cheeks feel ablaze, almost sore from the night before. But the pleasure eats the pain away, until the pleasure becomes a pain, a deep ache within her. He wraps a leg around her, pushing her even closer, his fingers stroking her hair oddly gentle compared to the intensity of his kiss. This is him. Gentle and intense, dark and light, lover and colleague. He fits her, in all ways.
She arches against him, the sunlight now within her, burning her to a crisp. Every touch is a torture too much, a pleasure too little. She braids her fingers into his, not sure if it was his heartbeat or hers pounding faster and faster in her head until it becomes a surge of light and silence and she feels nothing and everything at once. She barely feels her body greet his release, but she hears the name he whispers. Her name.
She is not sure if she drifts off to sleep for a moment or not, but she suddenly realises he has tucked the covers back over them without her noticing. She rests her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeats against her cheeks. He is soft beneath her and she wonders if she can rest in him forever, safe, embraced, cherished.
"Stay for breakfast?" she asks.
"Yes," he replies softly, tracing circles and patterns on her back. She lifts herself up and meets his gaze, knowing what she'll see.
It is going to be another warm, sunlit day in Las Vegas. But for now, it is still morning and all dreams have not yet faded. Still time to rest - for a little while.
"Good."
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ETA: Cam wails bad CSI fic.
misscam so sad... she did all my pairings, too
lotus79 heh. "Get off my side! You make my side look bad!"
misscam Get off my smut! You make my smut read bad!
lotus79 rofl
misscam That should so be an icon
Memes spotted around:
You name three characters. I have to pick one to push off a cliff, one to marry, and one to shag.(Alternately, you could choose three of my livejournal friends, but the thought of axing one of you makes me hurt slightly.)
What's your favorite swear word/insulting phrase? Come on people, be creative here.
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me? (Don't be shy.)
*****
She awakens to his kisses; light touches of fire on her skin, tracing a path down her back. He has pushed her bed covers down to expose her skin, but the room is warm and she does not care. She feels almost exposed, naked under his touch even lying on her stomach, but strangely, she does not feel afraid. She trusts him.
It is morning; she can sense sunlight, but keeps her eyes closed. A few rays must be streaking into the room and falling across her bed, feeling warm against her eyelids. Her hair is tickling her shoulders, her sheets are soft against her breasts. She feels aware, but not awake. As if this is a living dream, not quite real, not quite a fantasy.
He slips a finger across the base of her back, a touch lighter than a feather. She can feel his gaze on her, touching her as surely as his hands, making a different kind of love to her. Last night was greed and need for both. Now he is slow; savouring, exploring, cherising.
It is an odd word in her mind, but she cannot think of another. There is cherish in his touches, his kisses, his looks. Cherish. So near love, but she dares not think of that. Not yet.
He leans down and she feels his breath across her cheek, smelling slightly of something she has not yet identified, but has learned is simply him. He tucks her hair away, but still she does not open her eyes, listening to his breath and her heartbeats. A strange rhythm, but it feels almost like a song in her blood.
"Good morning," he whispers, his thumb tracing her lower lip. She parts her lips slightly, pressing a kiss against his fingerprint. He makes a deep sound in his throat; a sound her body remembers and responds to.
She lifts herself up, her breasts pressing against his naked chest as she locks her mouth to his, kissing him deeply as the echo of the passion the night before becomes a roar in her mind. Her cheeks feel ablaze, almost sore from the night before. But the pleasure eats the pain away, until the pleasure becomes a pain, a deep ache within her. He wraps a leg around her, pushing her even closer, his fingers stroking her hair oddly gentle compared to the intensity of his kiss. This is him. Gentle and intense, dark and light, lover and colleague. He fits her, in all ways.
She arches against him, the sunlight now within her, burning her to a crisp. Every touch is a torture too much, a pleasure too little. She braids her fingers into his, not sure if it was his heartbeat or hers pounding faster and faster in her head until it becomes a surge of light and silence and she feels nothing and everything at once. She barely feels her body greet his release, but she hears the name he whispers. Her name.
She is not sure if she drifts off to sleep for a moment or not, but she suddenly realises he has tucked the covers back over them without her noticing. She rests her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeats against her cheeks. He is soft beneath her and she wonders if she can rest in him forever, safe, embraced, cherished.
"Stay for breakfast?" she asks.
"Yes," he replies softly, tracing circles and patterns on her back. She lifts herself up and meets his gaze, knowing what she'll see.
It is going to be another warm, sunlit day in Las Vegas. But for now, it is still morning and all dreams have not yet faded. Still time to rest - for a little while.
"Good."
******
ETA: Cam wails bad CSI fic.
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Date: 2005-02-22 02:49 am (UTC)OK, Snape, Granger, and Potter (you pick which)
What's your favorite swear word/insulting phrase? Come on people, be creative here.
Bugger. It's not all that creative, but I like it.
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me? (Don't be shy.)
Don't know... anything I wanted to know I've probably already asked you.
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:25 am (UTC)Drat. Well, I'll shag Harry, marry Snape and push Hermione, who will undoubtedly come up with a spell to make her fly on the way down.
:P:P
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:12 am (UTC)2. Umm... "Damn it all to hell!" or "Great Oden's raven!" Hee.
3. ...I don't know. Judging from what I read above, I'd say... 'how do you write so well?'. :-D
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:27 am (UTC)That second one is great. I often say "Oh my Odin" or "Great Allfather" myself ;)
Suck-up :P:P
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:50 am (UTC)2) Favourite swear-words: Holy Shit! Holy Tinfoil! Holy Valpolicella! (And, no, that doesn't make sense. Yes, I am odd sometimes.)
3) Have you ever considered writing F/É smut?
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:36 pm (UTC)Aren't we all odd sometimes? :P
Yes, but writing smut in Tolkien feels like pushing a cementbuilder uphill, for then to attempt to pour it down the other side and making down the bottom where it will mould itself into a good foundation. In other words - it feels bloody tricky.
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:54 am (UTC)I still laugh at Papa Bear's "Why that pin-headed fiddle brain!" from one of the Bernstein Bears books. Just because it was the stupidest insult I ever heard and the characters in the book scolded him for name-calling. Ah, children's books... ^_^;
Do you ever get frustrated by reviews that have some good criticisms, but are worded to be rather condescending?
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:38 pm (UTC)"Pat-on-the-head" reviews, as I call them? Oh yeah. I like people explaining what they mean, but not in a tone like they're talking to a baby.
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Date: 2005-02-22 08:16 am (UTC)Viggo Mortensen
William Petersen
Favorite phrase--"Jesus H. Christ on a rusted pogo stick!"
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Date: 2005-02-22 03:56 pm (UTC)AndOMGViggo. *drool* ;)
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Date: 2005-02-22 08:28 am (UTC)Alan Rickman (I would shag him)
Marton Csokas (I wuold shag him...)
O_O...damn I should have given some negative options
GodamnsunnuvabitchteethgrindingwannabeomnipotentRETARD!!!
*smiles* And yes...that was two in one. Something I say a lot actually as your inventive curse, as well as a curse to the choice about pushing someone off a cliff.
~Vana E~
(ps: Happy belated birthday...left something for you in my lj as a small pressie ;) )
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Date: 2005-02-22 12:27 pm (UTC)Lucius Malfoy
Severus Snape
Celeborn...or Teleporno if you want to get particular...maybe even try Yogi from XXX ;)
See, my choice system sucks)
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Date: 2005-02-22 08:29 am (UTC)You name three characters. I have to pick one to push off a cliff, one to marry, and one to shag.(Alternately, you could choose three of my livejournal friends, but the thought of axing one of you makes me hurt slightly.)
Melkor, The Witch-wall & Tom Bombadil. *sniggers*
What's your favorite swear word/insulting phrase? Come on people, be creative here.
Hmm... I'm afraid I'm not that much in to swearing. I do the occasional "shit" and "fuck" but that's about it.
Oh, I also do absurd Monty Python references that make my friends that have not even heard of Monty Python look at me in a most amusing way.
"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!"
Hee!
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me? (Don't be shy.)
How do you prepare for those long stories of yours? ( like OFUM, Nocturne etc. etc.) Do you make it up as you write along or do you take time preparing?
I'm afraid it's mostly preparation and research for me. I simply must know everything possible about the things I'm writing about, otherwise it keeps bothering me and makes it impossible to write until I check things up.
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:48 pm (UTC)All people of the world should be required to get Python references. Hmpf.
It depends on the story, really. I very often write the endings really on, and might have a loose outline. But with OFUM1, it was all more or less made up as I went along. OFUM2 is not as much of that, but still a lot so. The more serious stories tend to be more structure, but I am probably a writer who isn't among the most preplanning in the world. I like to follow where a story takes me.
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Date: 2005-02-22 08:58 am (UTC)2. Can't say that I have one. I've always wanted to use, "May goats piss on your grave," though. ^^;
3. Do you tend to use outlines?
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:49 pm (UTC)As for outlines - only in the very loosest sense. A few notes here and there that mostly makes sense to myself.
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:10 am (UTC)2: 'Krijg de tering' (transl: 'get tuberculosis'). Most Dutch people know this one so it's not very inventive. But you can wait 'till I get really pissed off for more interesting terminology. ^^'
3: How do you deal with writers block?
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:53 pm (UTC)Heh. In Norway we say "hopp i havet" - "go jump in the sea".
Writer's block - if it's for fanfiction, I usually take a break, because I tend to get blocks when I'm bored. I do something else a little while and get less bored with the original writing and when I return to it, that tends to break teh block.
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:12 am (UTC)Second meme: Dakash yatal myrcashata zeevite, ilhrata dagyo tuvunani! Jambro kletal, thuyac chambal terwaenumbaripet! (Because, you know, it means that you can curse without swearing, and it sounds rude.)
Third meme: Why do you always hint at stuff, leave us wanting, and never explain what actually went on? (Reference to H.I.S.T.O.R.Y. and Those Were The Days classes in OFUM.)
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:57 pm (UTC)Because I am mean. And like to stimulate your brains.
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:21 am (UTC)I'm glad you had a lovely birthday!
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Date: 2005-02-22 05:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:56 am (UTC)fuck/marry/kill- brass, doc robbins, detective vega (i know- kinda evil)
my favorite curse- son of a cum-guzzling whore! not very creative, but very effective.
my writing question- how is it exactly that your writing is so frackin' good, yet english isn't even your only language?
*oh sigh*
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Date: 2005-02-22 06:06 pm (UTC)I'm tossing Vega off the cliff, doing Brass (to get sneaky inside information) and marry the good Doc (for much the same reason), who is the cutest of the three, despite the age difference.
Oh, learning more than one language can help you be a better writer. You get more sense of the structures of languages, I find. And to write well, you first have to know the tool you're using.
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Date: 2005-02-22 11:58 am (UTC)2) Ready? Putain de bordel de merde ça va chier nom de Dieu de nom d'une couille!
3) Do you ever write while being drunk, and then giggle at the result? (I do it sometimes, it's incredibly funny and shameful when you read the results sober)
And your icon! TEH beautiful! It's Anke, isn't it? I love her stuff!
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Date: 2005-02-22 06:11 pm (UTC)That's a foul curse ;)
I don't think I've ever written anything at blinding drunk, but slighly intoxicated, yeah. I swear it's sometimes better than what I write sober.
Yep, it's Anke. Got icons made for me birthday. Huzzah!
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Date: 2005-02-22 01:21 pm (UTC)If not, Lucius Malfoy, Aragorn, and Nigel Townsend. ;)
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Date: 2005-02-22 06:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-02-22 03:02 pm (UTC)I swear in Spanish. "Coño" y "Tu puta madre" are my most used ones.
What's the one question about my writing you've always wanted to ask me?
I think I've only read two of your stories... but now that I've even visited your site, I could ask: "Why waste time writting G/S when you could use all that talent to C/W?" ;)
By the way, I loved this story! So descriptive yet not graphic. So great.
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Date: 2005-02-22 06:18 pm (UTC)Oh, shush. I wouldn't even be writing C/W if I hadn't started with G/S, which I write for my Inner Angst. Besides, I think you'll find that most people here would hit me very hard and ask me why I'm wasting time writing CSI when I could be writing Lord of the Rings stuff. To which I say - because I want to. :P:P
Thanks. Though I'm not sure what I will do with it yet. Declare it a C/W drabble, maybe. We'll see.
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-22 06:23 pm (UTC)(Pretty icon, too.)
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Date: 2005-02-22 04:40 pm (UTC)If you have any knowledge of Discworld, Foul Ole Ron, CMOT Dibbler, and Sam Vimes would also be interesting.
As to swearing phrases, I'm quite fond of Foul Ole Ron's "Millenium Hand and Shrimp! Buggerit!" but in a pinch, "Maiar!" generally works. Long lists of random growls beginning with sch- are also fun.
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Date: 2005-02-22 06:26 pm (UTC)Discworld: Foul Ole Ron goes off the cliff, as much as I adore him, as I cannot shag anyone with that smell and I'd pass out long before "I do". So I'll shag Cut-Me-Own-Throat and hope his better than his sausages-in-bun and marry Vimes.
Discworld has some really good phrases. Ah, Pratchett... I'd do him for a new book, oh yes.
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Date: 2005-02-22 06:49 pm (UTC)"Don't make me vomit into my own scorn" (which actually belongs to my brother and he says it better, but eh.)
How do you make yourself update so often? (Because that's a skill I really need to learn...)
Yay for Honourary Norwegians!
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Date: 2005-02-22 07:03 pm (UTC)Dunno - some would say I don't update enough, heh. But I have journalist training, so I am to a certain degree used to forcing myself to write.
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Date: 2005-02-22 07:08 pm (UTC)Something along the lines of:
"You are a slump-backed lackwit. I would call you a troll, but trolls are only pretending to be as stupid as you naturally are. You should not be allowed anywhere near anything more complicted than mud. Reading that rubbish you call a fact has made everyone in here dumber, and we will track down and beat up your mother for not getting an abortion."
Also, I like 'bugger'.
What do you think of the word 'the'? Should its use be banned?
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Date: 2005-02-22 09:00 pm (UTC)The should be banned and the Norwegian rules should be brought in instead. So there.
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Date: 2005-02-22 09:56 pm (UTC)I'm fond of глиной огурец, myself. It sounds really dirty. It actually translates to "rotten cucumber".
Is Lina Holling a self-insert?
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Date: 2005-02-23 07:44 pm (UTC)No, she is not. At least not conscious. I suppose I have lent her certain characteristics from me, but she is not me (nor is really Miss Cam, for that matter. If you merged the two, maybe it would be closer).
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Date: 2005-02-23 06:34 pm (UTC)2. Flibbing, as in Mr. Flibble.
3. Do you think Gimli is/could be sexy? (based on the fact you wrote him and Lina getting together)
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Date: 2005-02-23 06:48 pm (UTC)*starts thinking about turnips*
Um...
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