dangerousactivity:

                                              

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justonehiddles:

"May I feel said he" by e. e. cummings read by Tom Hiddleston

May i feel said he

i’ll squeal said she

just once said he

it’s fun said she

may i touch said he

how much said she

a lot said he

why not said she

let’s go said he

not too far said she

what’s too far said he

where you are said she

may i stay said he

which way said she

like this said he

if you kiss said she

may i move said he

it is love said she

if you’re willing said he

but you’re killing said she

but it’s life said he

but your wife said she

now said he

ow said she

tiptop said he

don’t stop said she

oh nn said he

go slow said she

cccome?said he

ummm said she

you’re divine! said he

you are mine said she

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Anonymous asked: 1. A story in your current fandom (any of them) that you'd like to see written but don't want to (or can't, for some reason) write yourself. 2. Your favourite book as a child. 3. Have you read any of Astrid Lindgren's books? (If yes, any favourites?)

pharaonicwolf:

beaubete:

1. There are so many of these.  The biggest is probably the Alec fic I keep mentioning; I really don’t think I’ve got the chops to take it on, but in my head it’s a long, slow burn fic that bumps Alec up to Desert Storm back when he and Bond were still in the Navy.  It nixes that whole Lienz Cossack storyline because it’s not relevant and instead plays with something that feels “don’t ask; don’t tell”ish (research needed here) and Bond leaving him behind.  It would come back when Bond is working with Q on a mission and very slowly falling for him, and how Alec would react to discovering that either a) Bond was amenable to a relationship all along; b) Bond was capable of looking beyond gender/sex for a relationship; c) Bond wasn’t ready to accept this side of his interest; or d) Q may be an exception to women for Bond.  With 100% less kidnapping Q so Bond can save him and 100% more Alec breaking Bond’s heart when he realizes that it’s such a deeply personal matter breaking up his friendship, and a lot of pain and anger from all of them.  I keep hammering at this one in my head, but I don’t know I trust myself to do it well.

2. Number the Stars by Lois Lowry.  I don’t know exactly what it was about this one, but I know for a fact it was my favorite; it was the first book I bought multiple copies of because I would lose/damage them.  The library stopped letting me take it out at school because I was always the only one who had it.  I think I tried to adapt it for the stage at least six times as a kid but always had to start over because I’d lose the last one I’d done.

3. I had the whole series of Pippi Longstocking books!  I remember liking them very much, but I have to admit the only part of any of them I remember was Annika being spanked unfairly; it’s where I learned what the word “nape” meant.  It was a very striking scene (hah! a pun), and it had probably the wrong impact on me….

Oh maaaaaan Number the Stars is a GREAT book. I don’t remember any of the characters’ names (I’m bad about that), but I DO vividly recall the scene where the family is sheltering a Jewish girl and a Nazi officer barges into their house and questions the father about why he has a dark-haired child when the rest of the family is blond, and the father shows him toddler pictures of the protagonist and her biological sister, who had dark hair when she was very small. The narrative construction of that scene is perfect; the way the details and the implications of what’s happening are revealed to the protagonist, and therefore the reader, winds this incredible knot of tension and relief and sadness. Earlier in the book you’ve learned that the biological sister died in her late teens? early twenties? and the family-pictures scene has this wrench of If she had lived there is no way they could have escaped, because he has no pictures of three daughters to use as proof. That’s a lot of tough moral stuff to chew on, and the book doesn’t force you to dwell on it - the characters don’t have a lot of time to dwell on it - but it’s there, below the surface, for the reader to unpack as time and maturity allows. 

Augh. Number the Stars. My feelings, my heart.

(Also, I identify with your answer to number three a little too much. Ahahaha. Ha. Ha.)

The dark-haired sister was Lise, Annemarie’s older sister.  She was already out of the house when she died because she was engaged (and then secretly married or eloped) to Peter, the resistance fighter. and the Nazis ran Lise down with their car while she was running away, so her death, which had until that point been so tragic and wasteful, turned out to have achieved one last good thing.  

The part that got to me every time I read it, no matter how many times I read it, was the cocaine in the handkerchief.  With Ellen and her family and the other Jews under the deck in a separate bootlegger’s hold and all the fish not being enough to disguise them, so the fisherman uses the handkerchief with dried rabbit’s blood and cocaine on it to numb the dogs’ nose, but they don’t know if it will work?  What a great way to introduce children fifty years later to even a taste of how horrifying things would have been.  It covers the smaller agonies of war, too—Kirsty and her fish shoes, and how appalled she was by them read so selfish at first, but then you remember that she’s just a little girl.

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Anonymous asked: I have some questions... 1) What actually drew you to BW? 2) Would you be happy to meet people from tumblr even if you didn't know them that well beforehand? 3) Re: friendships, what's a dealbreaker for you?

1. Hmm.  He’s definitely physically my “type”, but moreso he’s spiritually my type, too—I feel like I understand where he’s coming from a lot of the time, and while I’m aware that a big part of that is definitely projection, since I’ve never met him and obviously can’t know him because of that, I also feel very fond and protective of the person I extrapolate from his interviews and statements.  There’s something very appealing about the poet archetype, and he fits that to a tee, but even beyond that, the glimpses we get of the real Ben are tantalizingly real; I feel like he’s an actual person, and my infatuation won’t find itself with its feelings hurt when the image disappears to reveal a totally different person underneath.  His passion and the depth of his love for the stage is really inspiring, too—you can see on his face that he’s in love with his life right now, with his job and his family and his existence in general—and that’s very attractive.

And of course he’s incredibly talented.  Like I’ve said before, I first saw him in Perfume, and then promptly forgot that he wasn’t actually Grenouille.  There was no need to look up the actor—he was Grenouille.  It wasn’t until later when I’d seen him in other things that I realized that this fully immersive actor who could embody a character so fully that I didn’t recognize him, even physically, had actually already been in a film in my DVD collection for four or five years.

2.  Absolutely!  I’m a little awkward, but I love meeting people from tumblr.  I’ve had the pleasure of meeting several in the last few months, and each one I’ve met is more precious to me than diamonds.  I don’t feel ashamed to say that the tumblr folks I’ve met—even if I didn’t know them from Adam before I did so—are my favorite tumblr folks.  They’re the ones who are more indulgent with my ridiculousness online, anyway, since they actually believe me when I say I’m just like this in person.

3.  I don’t like to think I have a dealbreaker, though I’m sure I must.  For me, I consider myself your friend for a long time, though it’s not uncommon for the relationship to fade or begin to lose intimacy from distance before I realize it has.  It always hurts to realize that someone you’ve thought of as a friend doesn’t really remember you anymore, but it’s my own fault for being a flake when it comes to keeping in touch.  I’ve only had one friendship actually end in an argument, and that was because a friend who was actually more socially awkward than I was (if you can imagine) who refused to see reason when I tried to talk her out of signing up for an emotionally abusive relationship that became an emotionally abusive engagement.  I was 18 and didn’t have a way of explaining to her how what she was doing was bad for her, and she didn’t want to hear it at all.  We ended up arguing for about a week, though I’d pretty much emotionally clocked out of that one very early on when she told me I wasn’t her friend anymore—that’s probably the only dealbreaker for me that I know of: if you say it’s over, it is.  I won’t pursue, so you’d better mean it.

imagineyouricon:

Imagine your icon being ridiculously and painfully horny.

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Anonymous asked: 1. Where are you from? 2. What do you do for a living? 3. Why are you so perfect?

1. I grew up in the St. Louis metro area, but I haven’t lived there in some time.  These days, I live in SE MO, really close to the Bass Pro Shop that likes to pretend it is an airport.  Sometimes our airplanes land in Branson.

2. I’m a phone monkey.  If you call a particular electronics retailer to place an order, you might get me!  It’s not the most glamorous thing, but it’s not too bad, either.  Most days, at least (I try to schedule off for any major product launches—those are terrible).

3. Hah!  I’m noooooot.  You’re sweet for thinking so, though!

Anonymous asked: 1.) Who was your first celebrity crush? 2.) What is your favorite line or phrase out of any of your fics? 3.) What is a tag that would make a fic unreadable for you (squick or otherwise)?

1. I’m not really sure. I was a big fan of Devon Sawa but never really attracted to him, per se, and I developed the biggest fondness for Matthew Lillard’s face, but I think I’d have to claim either Steve Buscemi in Ghost World or Norman Reedus in either Gossip or The Boondock Saints. I’ve mentioned I have a thing for men with unusual faces and dark and/or curly hair, right?
2. I can’t pick! Every fic has its own, and I try not to hang on to them because I don’t want to reuse them accidentally. I always like describing corpses, though. I don’t know why?
3. “Warning: boys kissing” or “warning: gay sex” or tags like that. I feel like they tell me a lot about whether the person is writing for the thrill of being naughty (which is different than the thrill of writing naughty things) or if they’re going to portray queer people as people. I may not groove on your kinks, but if I get the impression that you’re writing gay characters because it makes you feel edgy or because you want to follow fandom trends, I won’t read. After all, the right fic might change my mind about your thing for watersports, but you’re never going to convince me that being gay is a thing to warn people away from like rape or character death.

mttyshealy:

LETS PLAY THE “TYPE THESE WORDS IN YOU R TAG BOX AND POST THE FIRST AUTOMATIC TAG THAT COMES UP” GAME: DIRTY WORD ADDITION OK

  • fuck
  • shit
  • dick
  • no
  • hell
  • sex
  • damn

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deducecanoe:

samlikesboys:

All of the orgasms in fic are so violent. His orgasm came like a punch to the gut. It hit him like a mack truck. It knifed him in a fucking alley. What these orgasms need is a good education.

The quality of orgasm is not strained. It dropeth as a gentle rain from heaven.

Anonymous asked: 1. A story in your current fandom (any of them) that you'd like to see written but don't want to (or can't, for some reason) write yourself. 2. Your favourite book as a child. 3. Have you read any of Astrid Lindgren's books? (If yes, any favourites?)

1. There are so many of these.  The biggest is probably the Alec fic I keep mentioning; I really don’t think I’ve got the chops to take it on, but in my head it’s a long, slow burn fic that bumps Alec up to Desert Storm back when he and Bond were still in the Navy.  It nixes that whole Lienz Cossack storyline because it’s not relevant and instead plays with something that feels “don’t ask; don’t tell”ish (research needed here) and Bond leaving him behind.  It would come back when Bond is working with Q on a mission and very slowly falling for him, and how Alec would react to discovering that either a) Bond was amenable to a relationship all along; b) Bond was capable of looking beyond gender/sex for a relationship; c) Bond wasn’t ready to accept this side of his interest; or d) Q may be an exception to women for Bond.  With 100% less kidnapping Q so Bond can save him and 100% more Alec breaking Bond’s heart when he realizes that it’s such a deeply personal matter breaking up his friendship, and a lot of pain and anger from all of them.  I keep hammering at this one in my head, but I don’t know I trust myself to do it well.

2. Number the Stars by Lois Lowry.  I don’t know exactly what it was about this one, but I know for a fact it was my favorite; it was the first book I bought multiple copies of because I would lose/damage them.  The library stopped letting me take it out at school because I was always the only one who had it.  I think I tried to adapt it for the stage at least six times as a kid but always had to start over because I’d lose the last one I’d done.

3. I had the whole series of Pippi Longstocking books!  I remember liking them very much, but I have to admit the only part of any of them I remember was Annika being spanked unfairly; it’s where I learned what the word “nape” meant.  It was a very striking scene (hah! a pun), and it had probably the wrong impact on me….

Anonymous asked: Do you have a romantic partner? What color is your hair? What is your favorite clothing store?

I do not!  I’m not sure I’m quite comfortable bringing someone else into my pile of self-esteem issues (the biggest of which is that if I knew someone willing to date me, I’d be concerned that their standards are too low for me to connect with them, which is the best of being an egotistical loser while also being the regular kind of loser, too!); I haven’t really met anyone in a long while that I think I could, at least none that have seemed interested in me.

My hair is currently a washy blonde-ish brown, what my mother always referred to as “dishwater” (and her mother always referred to as “goose-shit”).  Though I’ve got the start of a Rogue streak over my left brow at my part!

As a fat lady, I’m somewhat limited in where I can buy clothes.  I think most of my favorite pieces are actually from Target, though?  I used to love Torrid, but I realized that I don’t like wearing Rockabilly as much as I like looking at badass curvy girls in sharp red lipstick wearing it (though their overall look has changed to generic urban gear, which is disappointing), and I’ve only just started letting myself buy shirts from Old Navy because apparently this is 1999 and I like to shop as though I were 16 again? —actually, there’s a good chance it’s because I’ve finally stopped giving any fucks about people judging me for wearing the same thin, layered mall clothes that basically everyone else is wearing; I no longer feel like I have to buy the thickest, clunkiest, oversized and body-obscuring clothes I can find, and I was astounded to discover that so many shops I’d always assumed were too small for me actually fit.  My body image is getting better—now for that mental health thing….