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FUCKING HELL!!!!
grrr, I had to start this *all over*, coz Shockwave is a bitch and didn't tell me it was gonna close all my windows in order to download. *sigh* So, I'll write everything I can remember. I had a boring day, wherein I mostly did a lot of reading (and didn't seem to get anywhere) for a 600 word essay I have to do. A 600 word essay, on 100 pages of text. It sucks royally. The reading is taking *forever*, and all for some crappy little assignment worth only 5% of my mark? I think I'm gonna stop now, read the conclusion, and then do my assignment on that much of it. I also made lots of LiveJournal icons, which you can see below, and the highlight of my day was finishing Artemis Fowl.
See if I can remember what I said about it...I liked it, it got much more interesting towards the end.
Pros:
It was fun and exciting, plus well-written. I know it's pretty pathetic, but I like reading kids' books for the language they use. I just don't see the *point* in making the language as complicated as possible to explain ideas that can be conveyed just as well through simpler language. Moving on, the characters were fun and not instantly likeable. You really only start to like them as you move on, and I got to a stage where I couldn't decide whose side I was on, which is great. Artemis Fowl himself is a very cool character. Mulch Diggums is pretty funny too.
Cons:
There's a lot of explanation of characters very early on, but they don't really become interesting until later, when we find out more about them through their actions. It got fairly boring in parts. Other than that, I have no complaints :)
Comparisons with Harry Potter are inevitable. Let me just say now, the two books are very, very different, as you can see in their protagonists. They're both 12 (well, Harry's only 12 in book 2), both white with dark hair, both with absent fathers. That's where the similarities end. Artemis is more like an anti-hero--he's a criminal mastermind, a kidnapper, and mostly without conscience or remorse (I saw mostly. You see a more human side late in the book.) No offence to Harry, but he's also a complete genius, albeit one with any magical powers. The mythology is also vastly different in each book--true, they both have fairies, trolls, goblins etc. but they're entirely different.
Link of the day is
I made my own banner but it didn't fit their specs so I'm gonna make a nice smaller version to send to them, feel free to use mine if you want to link to them. It's a very small, simple clique, but very popular. Jump on the Fandom is Fucking Funny bandwagon!
Pics of the day--I'm pimpin' it big time tonight (and no, I'm not talking about people, for once.) Lots and lots of icons I made, plus those Orli in Pirates pictures I promised. Also in the comments section of my LJ is a very angsty little Dom/Lij Lij/Orli piece I wrote when I was depressed. I had a morose day, okay?
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What, you thought I was kidding when I said a lot?! I have an Oral Fixation Dom fixation.
I included the last one coz the expression on his face is classic. Now I need to think of a funny caption for it.
Bad Habits
You had too many bad habits, between chewing your nails, and smoking, and playing with that ring. The interviewers often ask you about them. Once, Ian asked if you minded everyone knowing that you chewed your nails; you didn’t, really, because most of these bad habits were part of you, and as far as they go, biting your nails isn’t too terrible. Not really. Not like smoking, and not quite like playing with the ring, either. It wasn’t so much the act of fiddling itself, but the deeper thoughts it tended to symbolise.
Your betrayal of your boyfriend.
The lust you felt whenever you saw your lover.
The sex, smooth and dangerous.
Worst of all, the worst feeling, was knowing that Dom didn’t know. That the poor man, that your poor baby, was completely clueless. That you were not only lying, but lying well.
You almost want to be caught, some days, when the guilt is so terrible it ties knots in your stomach and brings tears to your eyes. You love him, you really do, but it’s not as simple as just confessing, because he wasn’t the only person who’d get hurt.
Then again, the situation as it stood wasn’t entirely without its share of pain. Twice this month you’d seen the doctor about the pain. Stomach ulcers, the doctor said, were extremely uncommon in 21 year olds.
The doctor thought you were mad.
Dom thought you were ill.
Sean saw right through you.
Twice, you’d seen the doctor; three times Sean had tried to talk you into telling Dom the truth. He was worried about what it was doing to you, what it was doing to your relationship—eating away at it like the acid in your stomach eating away at the lining. He wanted you to tell Dom, for Dom’s sake. To end the deceit. He swore he wouldn’t give up on you, that he’d love you whatever you chose to do, but you were sure you could feel him pulling away.
Maybe he reviled you. You did. You hated yourself so much you felt like death was too kind, sometimes. You didn’t tell Sean that. He wouldn’t like it, and besides, you didn’t wand any more of his pity. He was sitting at a different table now, laughing with his daughter, arm around his wife. Happy fucking family, so sweet it made your teeth hurt. You glance around the room, searching. Finding. You slip out of your seat and down the hallway. He follows. You hide in a broom closet.
His hands all over you.
His mouth on every inch of skin but your mouth.
His tongue on your neck.
It’s not Dom, it’s not right, you’re fucking a goddamn elf, you tell yourself over and over. You won’t stop. You’re almost naked now, and he’s so good. Like drugs, like a cigarette after a hard day; like sin. Too good. You moan and a tear falls down your cheek.
You have too many bad habits.
Your favourite pimp,
Green Queen
grrr, I had to start this *all over*, coz Shockwave is a bitch and didn't tell me it was gonna close all my windows in order to download. *sigh* So, I'll write everything I can remember. I had a boring day, wherein I mostly did a lot of reading (and didn't seem to get anywhere) for a 600 word essay I have to do. A 600 word essay, on 100 pages of text. It sucks royally. The reading is taking *forever*, and all for some crappy little assignment worth only 5% of my mark? I think I'm gonna stop now, read the conclusion, and then do my assignment on that much of it. I also made lots of LiveJournal icons, which you can see below, and the highlight of my day was finishing Artemis Fowl.
See if I can remember what I said about it...I liked it, it got much more interesting towards the end.
Pros:
It was fun and exciting, plus well-written. I know it's pretty pathetic, but I like reading kids' books for the language they use. I just don't see the *point* in making the language as complicated as possible to explain ideas that can be conveyed just as well through simpler language. Moving on, the characters were fun and not instantly likeable. You really only start to like them as you move on, and I got to a stage where I couldn't decide whose side I was on, which is great. Artemis Fowl himself is a very cool character. Mulch Diggums is pretty funny too.
Cons:
There's a lot of explanation of characters very early on, but they don't really become interesting until later, when we find out more about them through their actions. It got fairly boring in parts. Other than that, I have no complaints :)
Comparisons with Harry Potter are inevitable. Let me just say now, the two books are very, very different, as you can see in their protagonists. They're both 12 (well, Harry's only 12 in book 2), both white with dark hair, both with absent fathers. That's where the similarities end. Artemis is more like an anti-hero--he's a criminal mastermind, a kidnapper, and mostly without conscience or remorse (I saw mostly. You see a more human side late in the book.) No offence to Harry, but he's also a complete genius, albeit one with any magical powers. The mythology is also vastly different in each book--true, they both have fairies, trolls, goblins etc. but they're entirely different.
Link of the day is
I made my own banner but it didn't fit their specs so I'm gonna make a nice smaller version to send to them, feel free to use mine if you want to link to them. It's a very small, simple clique, but very popular. Jump on the Fandom is Fucking Funny bandwagon!
Pics of the day--I'm pimpin' it big time tonight (and no, I'm not talking about people, for once.) Lots and lots of icons I made, plus those Orli in Pirates pictures I promised. Also in the comments section of my LJ is a very angsty little Dom/Lij Lij/Orli piece I wrote when I was depressed. I had a morose day, okay?
>What, you thought I was kidding when I said a lot?! I have an Oral Fixation Dom fixation.
I included the last one coz the expression on his face is classic. Now I need to think of a funny caption for it.
Bad Habits
You had too many bad habits, between chewing your nails, and smoking, and playing with that ring. The interviewers often ask you about them. Once, Ian asked if you minded everyone knowing that you chewed your nails; you didn’t, really, because most of these bad habits were part of you, and as far as they go, biting your nails isn’t too terrible. Not really. Not like smoking, and not quite like playing with the ring, either. It wasn’t so much the act of fiddling itself, but the deeper thoughts it tended to symbolise.
Your betrayal of your boyfriend.
The lust you felt whenever you saw your lover.
The sex, smooth and dangerous.
Worst of all, the worst feeling, was knowing that Dom didn’t know. That the poor man, that your poor baby, was completely clueless. That you were not only lying, but lying well.
You almost want to be caught, some days, when the guilt is so terrible it ties knots in your stomach and brings tears to your eyes. You love him, you really do, but it’s not as simple as just confessing, because he wasn’t the only person who’d get hurt.
Then again, the situation as it stood wasn’t entirely without its share of pain. Twice this month you’d seen the doctor about the pain. Stomach ulcers, the doctor said, were extremely uncommon in 21 year olds.
The doctor thought you were mad.
Dom thought you were ill.
Sean saw right through you.
Twice, you’d seen the doctor; three times Sean had tried to talk you into telling Dom the truth. He was worried about what it was doing to you, what it was doing to your relationship—eating away at it like the acid in your stomach eating away at the lining. He wanted you to tell Dom, for Dom’s sake. To end the deceit. He swore he wouldn’t give up on you, that he’d love you whatever you chose to do, but you were sure you could feel him pulling away.
Maybe he reviled you. You did. You hated yourself so much you felt like death was too kind, sometimes. You didn’t tell Sean that. He wouldn’t like it, and besides, you didn’t wand any more of his pity. He was sitting at a different table now, laughing with his daughter, arm around his wife. Happy fucking family, so sweet it made your teeth hurt. You glance around the room, searching. Finding. You slip out of your seat and down the hallway. He follows. You hide in a broom closet.
His hands all over you.
His mouth on every inch of skin but your mouth.
His tongue on your neck.
It’s not Dom, it’s not right, you’re fucking a goddamn elf, you tell yourself over and over. You won’t stop. You’re almost naked now, and he’s so good. Like drugs, like a cigarette after a hard day; like sin. Too good. You moan and a tear falls down your cheek.
You have too many bad habits.
Your favourite pimp,
Green Queen
