I ship a lot of ships. I'm comfortable with a lot of kinks. I have very few squicks. But I am completely fine with gen if you're not comfortable writing shippy stuff. A commitment to the universe and a faithfulness to the characters is what's most important to me.
My LJ activity is ... sporadic. I should update some stuff around here. If you wanna see what I've written in the past, check under the fic tag.
Also my Ao3 account, which is much more recent stuff I've written.
I frequently post reviews/detailed rants/liveblogging ramblings about stuff I'm watching, here are those.
I'm on tumblr.
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Word Count: 917 (aprox.)
Pairings, Characters: Nu!Critic/Bennett the Sage
Warnings: spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, degrading talk.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, mean no disrespect, etc.
Summary: Critic is a brat through the whole review, so Bennett decides to punish him. Bennett’s plan backfires a bit.
A/N: For emeriin who deserves much more than this little fic. There’s plenty more fics with your name on them, waiting in the future, I promise! Happy birthday!
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But it was awesome. I dreamt I was like, at the Superbowl or something (why I do not know, I'm not into that) and he was doing this like, show at the beginning. Basically he was running around with some famous actress and being adorable and the crowd was laughing. Then he came up into the audience and was like, doing skits or something and tossing props to people. And I ended up with this like, lug wrench type thing (my dreams are weird, ok) and then Tom Hiddleston was in the aisle with me and I was squeaking at my mom to take TONS of pictures. And he said "Hi" and I squeaked "Hi" and then we were trying to take apart this chair. And we talked about stuff which I can't remember and I was blushing like mad. And some dude came by with an umbrella or something to interview him. And we took the chair apart and Tom Hiddleston told me that I was strong and nice and a good person and he was glad he'd met me. And it was just the sweetest thing. I went through the rest of the dream feeling so good.
So ... yeah. Guess I'm gonna have to remember Tom Hiddleston pep-talking me in a dream when I'm feeling stressed.
So we were watching another experimental film in class (good god I wanna hunt them all down and punch them in their pretentious faces) and one was cobbled together from a real movie, the person like, superimposed film on film. I said it looked kinda like "The Entity" maybe, and our teacher googled it and, sure enough, it was!
Everyone was impressed at my obscure film knowledge. Usually I don't have that, I'm the one snarking in the back about the experimental films we gotta watch.
I tried to focus on not blushing and thinking about the disturbing pornographic kink meme prompt I filled several years ago that was asking for a similar situation to the movie, but with Linkara.
I have a weird repository of knowledge in my brain. Channel Awesome is to blame for some of it.