Brave in Bed

ganked from the_minx_17. copy and paste in the commentary, if you so desire.

1 ) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
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2) What was your dream growing up?
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3) What talent do you wish you had?
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4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
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5) Favorite vegetable?
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6) What was the last book you read?
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7) What zodiac sign are you?
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8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
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9) Worst Habit?
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10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
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11) What is your favorite sport?
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12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
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13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
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14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
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15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
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16) Do you have any pets?
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17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?
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18) What was your first impression of me?
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19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
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20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
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21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
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22) What color eyes do you have?
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23) Ever been arrested?
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24) Bottle or can soda?
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25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
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27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
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28) Do you believe in ghosts?
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29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
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30) Do you swear a lot?
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31) Biggest pet peeve?
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32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
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33) Do you believe in/appreciate romance?
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35) Do you believe in God?
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36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
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not a lot of reading this week: work, destroying routers, romping, random maimings, all fun things... but not reading. Pervy stuff this week, all nummy dominance and submission.

Okay, not all that either. I usually can't stop giggling through most of these.

( BTVS: Hey... no going to sleep. )


( BTVS: Xander let himself wallow in the fantasy )

( BTVS: It wasn't an idealistic, innocent trust )

( DC: You're going to deny me sex the whole week we're here, aren't you? )


( HP: I'm cold, I feel as trussed up as a turkey and I just want to go to bed. )

Despite having the week off from coursework, do you think I got anything done... don't answer that.
I now have a pile of books just itching to be read. and quoted. and perved.
then evil people keep writing fanfiction that I MUST read. and quote. and perv.

( Die Hard: John loved an orgasm as much as the next guy. )


( Die Hard: You want me to kiss it and make it better? )


( FF7: I'm telling Sephiroth that you're the one who dipped his flaming sword in lighter fluid )


( BTVS: Xander just hugged the vampire tighter and whispered into the blond hair 'Pack.' )


( BTVS: Neither of them had parents or family )


( DC: Clark knew when Bruce needed sex. )


( BTVS/House: Of course he slipped her the tongue )

bit of kink, some furniture fetishes and ofcourse, spit takes. Have to stay awake during the last weeks of class somehow.

( DC: And miss out on the chance to see two of the most powerful men in the world making out like high school seniors in the back of mommy and daddy's Volvo? )

( DC: So much for 'no anal probing' )

( BTVS/Harry Potter: the magical world of Dis-uh... Hogwarts )

( NCIS: Aggressive is one word for it. )

( Gundam Wing:Can a footrest give sexual favors? )


( FF7: Pets weren't supposed to bite so hard, or eat so much, I think. )

what ash read before she got the flu and flu-accompanied vertigo, leaving her unable to even read while sacrificing to the porcelain.... yeah, it sucked. warning of tentacles in the last, but only of tentacley flu like symptoms.


( Harry Potter: You really should have chosen Slytherin, Mr Potter. )

( Harry Potter/CSI:Miami: you have the hots for him, too )


( FF7: Well, we're sort of lugging Sephiroth's unconscious body between us right now, doll )

( Harry Potter: I will wager three shots of firerum that by this time tomorrow night, you will both be begging for it )


( FF7: I didn't know a living being could excrete that many semi-liquid substances from that many orifices and not become a dessicated husk )

What Ash read, inbetween the yaoi doujinshi and manga reading of sakura con

( Harry Potter: I have Quidditch practice tomorrow )

( BTVS: You ain’t exactly Harry Potter there, junior. )

( FF7: For once in his life, Sephiroth felt a growing uncertainty. )

( BTVS: Pain's just a bit of side benefit, innit? )

( SGA: I have suspended my Hippocratic Oath until further notice. )

What Ash read during so called spring break...

( Harry Potter: To your knees, Potter. )

( Harry Potter: he was behaving like an animal that needed to be blindfolded in order not to lash out. )

( BTVS/NCIS: Those pretty little fangs )

( BTVS: There are different ways of being a submissive. )

( Supernatural: Did the fact that I gave you my safewords not answer your question? )


( BTVS: Is it good, pretty? )

( DC: God I, Jesus how the hell do I get you out of this thing? )

What Ash Read: Early March.
at least, the stuff that caught my attention the most out of all the things I read. Note there will be slash and there will be kinks, but nothing horribly explicit today.

( BTVS/Chronicles of Riddick: The second thing established after names, weapons )

( BTVS/Harry Potter: This is a normal people place. An expensive normal people place. Not a dragon place. )

( CSI:NY You just want to use my misery to get laid. That's just wrong. )

( The Fast and the Furious: I like taking control but that doesn't ever mean that you can't ask me for what you need. )

( Smallville/DC: The Internet's a boy's best friend, Lex. )

( Live Free or Die Hard: Never in anger, never out of fear. )

( NCIS: Hell, I've just about gotten you broken in. Haven't had to hit you with a newspaper in ages. )

The Triumph of Narrative: Storytelling in the Age of Mass Culture by Robert Fulford.

Series of five lectures, neat to read and read in one sitting so it caught my attention easily enough. I enjoyed the first three lectures, about the history of storytelling and how it evolved into what it is today, mainly newspapers propaganda, television, and the internet. Storytelling is making a slow revival, or going underground perhaps? Just thinking about podcasts has me wondering.

I loved how this was a speaking series. Not an academic lecture, full of dull wording and big words, but a narrative. It's actually a lecture series that went on the radio.
But imagine, a real story, from an academic. So different from what I was taught.
(why can't I write my papers in this format? I would get higher grades I'm sure)

"the deconstructionists have proven that literature has been written by entirely the wrong people for entirely the wrong reasons" Malcolm Bradbury, as quoted by Robert Fulford.

"Where once we might have asked professors to make difficult writers easy for us, now they make easy writers difficult, turning them into puzzles, muffling them in layers of aggressively impenetrable jargon and priestly theory... What starts out as storytelling becomes, in their hands, a kind of elaborate cultural dance, whose choreography can be understood only by critics and teachers." Robert Fulford.

I both enjoy and despise what critics have done to literature. I like the little puzzles, the nitpicky details that we can fleece from any yarn. Then again, I like having my mindless fluff to read and not be concerned with what Derrida said about the damned text. I want both experiences, preferably at the same time. Might break my brain doing it, but what a way to go.

I'm a little deaf, possibly a little blind too.
the lights, the fire, the snow, the guitar duels, the piano duels! *SQUEE*

They did Christmas Eve and Other Stories as the first set. So amazing and wonderful, the singers were glorious, their hair waving around as they headbanged to Hark the Herald Angel Sings and the improvisation throughout was brilliant! Steve and I were seated 3rd row on the right side of the stage, excellent view of everything happening. A few of the singers I wanted to take home and pet, a lot. The female pianist, well, I lusted and drooled quite a bit. Her husband, the lead guitarist, introduced her and her fellow pianist late in the show.

"They ask me a lot of questions. Like, does this piano sound like a 7 foot steinway grand?"

(it's an electric keyboard, high end but still, electric)

"No." "Does this piano make me look fat? ... Again, No. *little wave* love you honey"

*snorts*

They did a rock version of Linus and Lucy! and Carmina Burana! and played most of Beethoven's Last Night and the Lost Christmas as well. *squeee* Twas brilliant!

"Indeed," he said. "The glass remnant was the point of commonality between all the airborne components. It was the natural point at which to focus my spellwork."

"Mm hmm... spellwork," Harry agreed. That salve smelled so nice... like cream and vanilla, cardamom and lavender. And Snape's warmth beneath his head was so steady, so, finally, real, after three weeks of proper distance, broken only by the occasional hug, or shoulder pat. And Snape's voice... even that was comforting, stroking like velvet across Harry's ears as the cool fingers stroked his cheeks.

"And then once I sacrificed three virginal sixth form Gryffindors to it and bathed myself in their blood under the light of the full moon, those spell spheres of yours were ready to grant my every wish." Snape's fingers smoothed down Harry's throat, slick and cool across his collarbones. "Of course my first command was for world domination, followed by eternal life, but after that, I told them to bring me the head of one Harry James Potter."

"Mmm," Harry observed as those slick, clever fingers wandered down his naked chest. Then he yelped and jounced upright as those cruel, vicious fingers pinched his nipple, and gave it a savage twist.

"Yie!" He slapped a hand over his nipple. "Hey! You... What?"

"Well, they brought your head," Snape shrugged, plucking up Harry's shirt to wipe his hands, " but the wretched things brought the rest of you along as well. I suppose I shall have to be more particular with my orders in the future."

Harry blinked, then snickered aloud and took another drink. "You never did!"

"Did I not?" Snape deadpanned.

"Didn't. There hasn't been a virgin in Gryffindor fifth form since I was in school. You must have used Hufflepuffs."

"Don't be ridiculous, Potter," Snape replied, Harry's shirt in one hand, brandy snifter in the other as he swept off to the sitting room. The flare of his robes revealing the subtle tenting of his trouser placket as he went. "Everyone knows Hufflepuffs are easy."

-Everybody's Fool by Cluegirl

"Don't do this to me boss, don't make me kiss you boss"
-DiNozzio

"And you won't make me sleep in a cupboard?"

"And I won't make you sleep in a cupboard. Chains, maybe, but not a cupboard."

"Chains?" Harry was somewhere between horrified and intrigued.

"Wipe that excited look off your face, you little pervert. We can discuss the chains when you've done something naughty. In the meantime, you'll have your own room."

-Kidnapped

perverse little story, but the subtext was hilarious.

*snort*

"Don't forget to use soap and a flannel," he called after his offspring. "There's filthy and then there's filthy and we only tolerate the first kind in this house!"


....why do I see myself teasing kids like this?

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

I was scribbling away on my laptop when I heard Chopin's Raindrop Prelude from the TV.
I look over and it's a mock up of Halo, with little soldiers and monsters done GI Joe doll style. There's this big monster holing the typical Halo fellow in his claws and the Halo fellow has this ball of firey doom waiting to be unleashed.

It was glorious

I squee'd.

prompt: broken
pairing: n/a
rating: fairly tame, mention of slavery

( broken )

took me four hours to read it. glee.
i need coffee and somebody else to finish reading it.
*twiddles thumbs and keeps mouth shut*

( quotes off their As I See It cups )



People don’t read enough. And what reading we do is cursory, without absorbing the subtleties and nuances that lie deep within – Wow, you’ve stopped paying attention, haven’t you? People can’t even read a coffee cup without drifting off.
-- David Shore

watched Pan's Labyrinth with the family. it was... hard to describe without watching the creaky old faun and go from suspicion to loyalty and back again with the various characters and the book and its designs on a little girl. I loved the movie, though I shied away from the bloodthirsty quality of the tale, I knew the blood had to be shown in order for the story's depth to come through. It was life for this girl, fantasy and otherwise.

ofcourse, like many movies I love, I was addicted to the music from the beginning. The haunting with the warful forties and the soothing lullaby at the centre of it all.