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[green_queen]

So the creativity bug has bitten me, but also I'm just trying to get my mind off the fact that there's ONLY 2 DAYS LEFT!!!!

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I took my exam this morning, which went much better than expected considering I suck at kanji. I had to be up at 7 to go to it, though, which sucked royally. It started at 9AM. The first person was finished by 9:45, and I was finished by 10. Some exam. I went to check up and hand in the assignment (due Friday, oddly enough) and then came home before 11. Crazy. Was *very* creative today, but as I said it's mostly a result of me trying to get my mind off the new book, because the days are excrutiatingly and fantastically long. The tension is terrible, but the excitement is wonderful, and it's all quite frustrating. Cards night, so they were played and I lost dismally. Wondering where my wonderful WINNING STREAK went. Thought about Harry Potter. Called Tom, talked about Harry Potter and my p-a-r-t-y, yay :) and his stats exam. He said calculator instead of calendar. aww! Then I watched Lizzie Maguire (dammit, I do *not* have a crush on Gordo, but I would do if I was a lot younger...) and then Tipping the Velvet, which continues to be fabulous. It's so wretched and seedy and emotional and fantastic. I really like Nan's character, she's much better than the whiney bitches that usually feature in period dramas, and Duckface as her dominatrix is fabulous. The famed dildo and nudity made their appearance but it's a lot less shocking than it's been made out to be, maybe coz I'm used to QaF. It's all really cool. I suggest everybody check it out.

You're Libya!

It seems that these days, you just say things to get attention.
 Shock value is the really important thing for you now.  You used to have
a cause, and this made you seem like a threat to the established order, but now you
just want to say wacky stuff once in a while.  Air travel doesn't really mesh
with your lifestyle, and you'd probably scare the security guards somehow
anyway.
Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

*snickers* somehow I think I got this based on the fact that I like green...but meh. You can decide for yourselves whether you think it's me or not.

In keeping with my Charolastras theme I've been running with, link of the day is a ficrec, Apart. It's rated PG, and very depressing, but lovely. Julio/Tenoch.

Here are the pics of the day...that's right, I made icons! Those Sean!love pics I promised are also there. Plus two fics, one LotRiPS GSF-type thing that's a result of too much N'Slash and this post by kittypantz, and one Julio/Tenoch that's smutty and angsty, three things I rarely write. All inside the cut -->.

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the Sean!love...


I cooed all *over* my TV when I first saw this, I felt so bad for Sean and he was being so damned *adorable*!


Chess with BJ


That's just such a Mikey face. "Wow! One-eyed Willy's rich stuff!" *snickers* *off to make icon*
...and, 10 minutes later, here it is:

Fics below, DISCLAIMER: I MADE IT ALL UP!!!

WARNING: this fic is rated a hard R.

Until Tonight

and he’ll be sitting across from me, avoiding my eyes.

The breath on my face and the hand on his cock are equally intense, the breath of liquor and smoothshit essence that I hadn’t noticed before in my best friend, not even when we were crazy drunk and high off our brains. Not that I hadn’t wondered, hadn’t caught myself wanting to ask her when I knew she’d fucked him. She came along all smiles and bouncing breasts and sexy innocence and sent our world into a spiralling frenzy of hot car smells and honestly and skinny-dipping. I can see my cowboy hat resting on the arm of a chair, precarious, about to slide off any second

he won’t want to see me, won’t want to know me, and the soft hot plastic of the seat will burn into my back as I sneak glances

I can feel her hand speed up, replaced by her mouth for a second, then the hand again as she moves to service my friend. My friend from childhood, whose tongue’s in my mouth, whose forehead and sweatsticky face rest against mine, pushing me back slightly. He suddenly seems so much taller than I ever noticed him to be, when he had a friendly arm slung over my shoulders. The contact that I craved. And now I have it, in abundance, and in the morning he probably won’t remember. I decide to savour it now, settle on tonight instead of a long bright future, and push my head back so that our mouths are touching again, gently at first, but more intense as his arousal rises through him like a wave that breaks on my lips

snatches of polite, barely-there conversation, me listening and smiling and nodding and not hearing a thing, his rejection ringing in my ears

I can’t remember the exact moment when she left the two of us alone in the steady glow of the room, heat rising off us to match that of the steamy, claustrophobic small-town sun. Tentative hands roll across my back, press into my neck to force me to accept him, as much of him as I can. Before tonight the most adventurous I ever got was with…with….but now he’s slipping his finger in, just like Luisa suggested, and it’s even fucking better than she said it would be, and all memories of a girl in the chill of the frozen produce aisle fades from memory like smoke. Our movements coincide, come together, and damned if I’m not a lot better at this when I’m drunk. Well, not at the actual sucking-cock part, which I don’t really know a lot about except what his girlfriend did for me. Seems to be enough, though, coz when I look up through my lashes and thickslick hair at his face, his eyes glaze over as he comes

so I’ll just stand there, helpless, and watch as he turns his back on me and walks away and out of my life for good, and I won’t cry until…until…

The next morning we wake up side by side, me just slightly on top of him, and I pretend to be asleep for a few more moments to feel him there, not daring to wake up in case…
Well, in case that happens. He sits up suddenly and looks over his shoulder at me treacherously, as though I’ve committed some mortal sin, as if I’ve betrayed him. I guess I just figured I may be going to hell, but I may as well have fun on my way there. But it’s hatred and anger that rises off him now, almost visible, like steam. And it’s even worse than when I told him about his girlfriend, worse than when he told me about mine, because really all I was thinking then was how she got him first, the bitch. He gets to his feet, dresses hurriedly, runs outside and I can hear him against the wall, his vomit staining the walls. It feels like it’s burning through the walls, and I shut my eyes against the pain before shoving it back, swallowing it down and going out to face a newly friendless world, charolastras no more

until tonight.

The below is rated PG for swearing.

The Clichéd Thunderstorm Fic

God, why did I always have to be such a fucking child?

So it’s 2 fucking AM, and I’m sitting alone in my house in New Zealand. I can’t remember whose stupid idea it was to get separate houses. I mean, for fuck’s sake, I was 17 when I started filming. True, I’m 18 now, but I’m still not very fucking old. I’m particularly young during thunderstorms. Yeah, it’s clichéd, with me hiding in my closet with the blanket over my head and praying for morning. I close my eyes with the next flash of lightning, try to count the seconds to the thunder but there don’t seem to be any, and I picture this coming out in the magazines. They’d get some corny picture of me with my mouth and eyes open wide, stupid fucking gap in my teeth bleeding into the hole of my mouth, and some corny headline. “Elijah Wood’s Secret Fear.” I’m just glad Peter’s not here, or Dom, or Billy, or God-forbid Orli. Just imagining the smug look on his face is enough to make me want to curl up (well, more than I already am, which may be impossible) and die.

There’s another flash of lightning, and it might just be my imagination but I think there’s someone in the door. It’s gone by the next crack, though, and I think I’m going mad with fear, and grasp the cotton blankets more tightly, so that my knuckles are whiter than the very centre of the blinding lightning. Fucking pale skin. The blanket’s stretched tight over my head, now, but it’s got little squares in it, because it’s a hospital blanket. I feel a sort of twang of guilt, actually a pleasant relief from the sheer terror that grips me, when I remember that we kindasorta stole the blanket. Well, not really, they put it on Dom when he’d been sick on the set and we sort of led him back to the trailer without taking it off. I adopted it on set, snuggling under it for brief naps, and eventually they’d just given it to—

Fucking FUCK! More lightning, and I swear someone’s moving in this house, coz that first crash sounded more like something breaking than lightning, and it’s not just my voice swearing. I bunch the blanket around my head, balled up fists, pull the cupboard door closed until barely a sliver of grey-blue light leaks into my largely inky-black hiding space. It’s a different kind of fear, this, as all the horrible things that could be in my house run through my head. Thieves and murderers and, God forbid, fangirls. Rabid, foaming at the mouths, with claws and screeching voices, like the damned Nazgul. I can picture my face now as they approach me, like the dailies, contorted in shock with my eyes narrowed and my ugly, uneven teeth showing, and they’d scream and run away…well, at least that might be funny.

I scream. I jump out of my skin and fucking shriek when the second door, from the bathroom to the closet, is yanked open suddenly and a huge hand is on my shoulder, a finger poking my face, and I can hear my name being shouted and echoing around in the bathroom with a Scottish accent and…oh, fucking prick.
“Boyd! The fuck, man?!” His cackle resonates until the next bolt of lightning hits. He just grins, but I can see Dom behind him twitch slightly and bite his lip, looking nervously at the window as if it might burst inward and shower him with glass at any moment. In response, it shakes with the next roll of thunder.
“Oh, Elijah, mate,” Billy says between breaths, “you scream like a girl!” I cough, loud and false and it sounds oddly like “Fireworks!” Billy gives me a dirty look and shoves Dom into the closet next to me, and now I can see Sean’s hefty figure in the corner behind the entrance to the closet, leaning over, concern painted across his face in huge red letters. Well, not really, but he looked even more worried than usual. Dom lands on me heavily and then scrambles under the blanket, scratching my belly slightly with his uncut nails as he jostles for position.
“Take this one, would yeh? Turned up at my house all shaky and white. Wimps. C’mon, Sean.” But Sean crouched in front of me and put a large, comforting hand on my head, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
“You be okay?” he asks kindly. I nod, but it’s shockingly unconvincing, and now he’s squeezed into my fucking closet too. I almost believe I can hear the wood in the doorway creaking before another simultaneous flash of lightning and crash of thunder, and Dom tries to burrow into my chest somehow. I grab him tightly and he looks up, plants a quick kiss on my jaw before burying his face in my neck, and when did I have to be the fucking adult? Only I don’t, coz Sean’s arm is around both of us, protective. Billy grins and throws himself into our laps. I groan with pain but he ignores me, pawing at Dom until Dom covers him with the blanket, too, so there’s four of us under a one-person blanket in a one-person closet.

It’s Dom who laughs first, nervously into my neck, and the vibrations tickle so much that I can’t help giggling like the girl I am, and soon Sean and Billy are laughing too, Sean in low chuckles and Billy in high, manic cackles, and the four of us laughing together kinda drowns out the sound of the thunder. I make a deal with God that next time he can just send me these guys again instead of the morning and that will suit me fine, thankyou.

Yeah rock out whatever
Green Queen

Comments

[kittypantz.livejournal.com]

YAY!!! I feel so honored! My dream inspired a fic!! I love it!! :D You should also read this dream (http://www.livejournal.com/users/kittypantz/26328.html) that I had! LOL

*waves*

[woopdeedoo16.livejournal.com]

I saw your icon, in some community, and had to check out your journal. I LOVE it! so many hott guys *drools* and quizzes to occupy my time! So I added ya as a friend! :D haha, anyway... I totally feel ya on the "only 2 days left" I can't wait *runs away all giddy*

Re: *waves*

[green-queen.livejournal.com]

hi :) cool
which icon?