( She's so sweet, she wants to make sure we're all eating enough roughage. )
*(There's no period after the Dr -- look it up.)
Also, while I have no reliable confirmation, this may have happened:
Gillian Anderson Living With Lover David Duchovny
Honest to god, I... I have no idea how to feel about this. The X Files was my life from the ages of eleven through eighteen, so this is just, like... Words. None. I feel as though I have slipped into a parallel universe without a fourth wall. If this is so, I would also request a copy of the Pinto sex tape and a shot at piloting the Millenium Falcon and/or the TARDIS.
I was impressed when i saw your profile today on Facebook and I will like to established a long lasting relationship , I'm new to these online dating world and was surfing around to find a profile that will suit what I'm looking for on here . I came across your profile and Drop by with a Yellow Rose that Signify friendship, I hope you accept my Rose if YES get back to me and tell me more about yourself and I will get back and do the same, i look forward to read from you, i wish to read from you soon , Hugs ,
...I'd totally ignore it if it wasn't the best offer I've gotten this year. I, too, will like to established a long lasting relationship! I'm not sure where this Yellow Rose is, though. Is it metaphorical? Or do I actually get a rose? This is important; I want my damn rose.
Also, this guy I used to work with wrote this editorial [that's mainly about Spiderman toward the end, so I kind of skimmed that part -- it might contain spoilers, I don't know] that perfectly sums up how I felt about Prometheus and especially Snow White and the Huntsman. I was counting the demographics that were being pandered to when I should have been
And I meant to mention this a lot sooner, and I'm aware of the inherent hypocrisy, given my chosen fandoms, but: a reboot of the Spiderman reboot? Really? Really? Can we all just look up "reboot" in the dictionary, because we keep using that word, and I don't think it means what we think it means. It's not just casting different actors in the same parts. It's like we've all decided "remake" is a dirty word, but "reboot," hey, if it's good enough for my operating system, it's good enough for my movies. Ah, well, it could be worse -- it could be a "re-imagining."
( Alright, I'll shut up already and show you my Kink Bingo card )
FYI, I AM still writing Pinto fic, I've just been working (or trying to work) on outside projects that are... not going as well as the fic.
"Hey, there's a dog two cars up ahead."
"That dog's pretty cute."
"Wonder what he's leaning on. Can't see through the windshield of the car ahead."
"It... it looks like... flannel?"
( What the actual fuck )
OK, STORY TIME.
When I was in college, my mom and sister always got a week off in mid-February for winter break, so the family would usually drive up to visit me. One year, my dad decides to take us out to a nice dinner at one of those Japanese cook-at-your-table restaurants, and the place is packed. So my dad asks the waiter, "Is there something going on tonight? It seems really busy for a Tuesday."
The dude chuckles a little bit, but my dad presses on. "Is there some kind of event here? A convention?"
The waiter stops laughing and looks kind of sympathetically at my mom. "Uh... seriously?"
"Yes," says my dad.
"Um, sir, it's Valentine's Day."
Have we let him forget it a single Valentine's Day since then? We have not.
a) The studio was not set to even begin offering yoga classes until December, because;
b) The studio primarily teaches pole dancing.
( Also something called Foxy Boxing. Yeeeeeah, no. )
The winners are determined by judges, not voting, so sadly I will not be passing around any promotional buttons or flags or those flat straw hats with my name on the hatband (They still do those, right? Apparently I stopped paying attention to elections in 1932.) Buuuut I just wanted to toot my own horn, because a) it is just fun to do sometimes; and b) it sounds a bit dirty.
First deliciousny drew a lovely picture of chase820 based on her Louise Brooks icon. In the comments, I foolishly requested that, should she draw me, she NOT base it off my default icon and make me a giant bug.
( So then this happened )
Lesson learned. Keep mouth and/or keyboard shut.
(P.S. -- Don't tell her, but I'm really super-flattered. Also, I have decided I look good in suspenders. And wings. I might have to grow some wings.)
EDIT: Sorry, I didn't realize it was f-locked! I've asked for deliciousny's permission to repost it here.
SON OF EDIT: All fixed and under the cut!
Anyway, the report came back today, and it was, well... I'll let you decide for yourself. Just to refresh your memory, this is the dog in question:
Remember, I was told he was a dachshund/terrier mix. These are the results that came back:
( The Results )
But not tonight. Tonight I'm gonna color in a coloring book, maybe read for a little while (the Percy Jackson Olympian series, which is thus far underwhelming to me), and then bury my head under three pillows and sleep until Wednesday.
His name's Plato, but he also goes by Little Dog, Platelet, Peewee, Piddles McGee, and What The Hell Are You Eating Now; Spit That Out (that's his Indian name). I promise to do a real introduction post soon, but for now, please enjoy a photo of my dog all bandana'd up for Dress Like Pinto Day. Surprisingly, he did not mind it all that much, I just couldn't get him to stay still for a decent side-on picture
( And now on to the rest! )
ETA: If some of the pictures are showing up giant, I don't know why that's happening. I tried really hard to make them all a uniform 500 pixels at widest. Dammit.
Title: Every Word Tell
Pairing: William Strunk, Jr./E.B. White (yes, the Elements of Style guys ::sigh::)
Rating: PG at most
Word Count: 1,957
Warnings: large age difference, teacher/student pairing, UST, angst
Disclaimer: even less true than the stuff I usually write
A/N: Blame XKCD and ewinfic and zjofierose. Actually, I think someone could probably do a decent job with this story given time and effort and, like, legitimate research, but this is what you’re getting from me, so deal with it. I tried to write crack and it came out angsty and baaaaarely slashy.
A/N II: Does it count as Rule #34 if there’s no actual porn in it?
Word Count: 1,721
Warnings: Um… vore. Yeah. It’s what I would consider a very mild form of the kink, but if you need a few more details, highlight: (skip) (“big bad wolf” type roleplay – no actual cannibalism, I promise). Also bondage, a bit of humiliation and gagging, and – of course – biting.
Disclaimer: No. No no no.
Summary: It's a fantasy he's toyed with for years, but really, how do you bring it up? Mention that the whole Hansel and Gretel thing kind of messed with his head as a kid?
A/N: Well, this particular kink somehow managed to come up at Beanfest, and then adoorhasopened mentioned it the other day on Twitter, and I mostly just wanted to see if I could write it. And I did, very quickly, before I could think too hard about it. ;o)