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strawberryelfsp. How To Feel Better About Your Own Writing in one easy meme. Favorite bits of your own fics.
"Watch it, you, or the scissors will stab you in your sleep."
They both stare at the scissors, which lie in the middle of the floor (on top of last week's script pages) and try to look innocent.
--Dork
*
This hot Sunday morning starts just as ominously as all the rest. Usually, Elijah doesn't mind being woken up by Orlando -- it happens all too rarely, in his humble opinion -- but there's being woken up by Orlando and then there's being woken up by Orlando when Elijah can make out the sinister shapes of surfboards in the back of his Jeep. Elongated slices of evil in the trunk, with Dom shouting incomprehensibly through the rolled-down window and Orlando himself looming over the bed with that stupid grin on his face and fuck. Another one of those Sundays.
--Drowning
*
"What makes you more special than me 'n Bills, huh?"
"I'm fucking Frodo, man!"
"You're fucking Frodo?"
"No, you are. Shut up."
"Is it even technically possible to fuck your own character?"
"Monaghan..."
"Oooh, now I'm scared. Kindly remove your elbow from my ribs."
"Not until you remove your hand from my ass."
--Ideal Situation
*
Sometimes, Elijah forgets that he's an actor. He stops acting and starts living. Peter loves those moments. He would probably start a religion based around them if he could, a Frodo-and-Sam-together-my-God-that's-perfect worship group. Well, maybe not, but he's certainly happy with them.
Elijah hates when that happens. Not the moments themselves (they come so easily and unnoticeably, sneaking up on him when he least expects them, and it's always such a relief to just BE Frodo), but then Peter calls "Cut, excellent, let's print that!" and Elijah is jammed back into his own body. Sam grins and becomes Sean, and Elijah wants to curl up in a ball or crawl into himself or fall through an imaginary hole in the ground and vanish forever. He imagines it's like how withdrawal must feel, the hollow needing somewhere deep inside, and maybe that's why he (Elijah) is afraid to quit smoking his clove cigarettes and maybe that's why he (Frodo) can't part with the Ring. That hollowness.
--Indistinct
*
Detached-part-of-mind (which, I finally decide, is NOT actively associated with the rational part) is getting a kick out of the phrase "wild monkey sex." It wonders whether Dom is implying that he would be interested in said wild monkey sex with me. Rational-part-of-mind resurfaces to inform it that no one wants wild monkey sex with anyone as piss drunk as I am, and Dom was definitely not propositioning you, you horny idiot.
--Not Exactly Detached
*
It's just that you don't remember ever seeing Dom glow before. Like, he's literally glowing. As if God has come down from the heavens, and says let there be late afternoon light, and let it shine around Dom as if he has some kind of halo! And then God adds hastily, but this is not in any way implying that Dom is now or ever will be an angel, because I don't even want to imagine the sort of shit he'd get up to here in heaven. And then the angel Gabriel or Saint Peter or someone chews God out for his language, and that's about as long as it takes for your world to go back to normal. Because by now Dom's gone, and Billy's taken his place, which is actually quite normal because Billy will jump anything that breathes (except Christopher Lee, who frightens him, and sometimes Dom, because as Billy likes to say, you never know with Dom. He might just jump you back).
--Passing Lights
*
For example, when a certain two people are bungee jumping together, and one of them (read: Dom) feels the sudden need to call off the whole expedition and just shag the other (read: Billy) against a wall, restraint is certainly called for. Otherwise, he (being Dom) might merely be laughed at, or he might be shoved off the bridge without the bungee cord (by Billy). And in any scenario, there's the whole business of Orli to deal with, because he organized the latest death-defying extracurricular activity and would be a spectator (if there was shagging), a participant (if there was laughing), or a witness (if there was attempted murder by shoving-off-bridge-without-bungee-cord). And although Dom wouldn't mind having a witness in the event of sudden death, in retrospect it wouldn't really do him much good.
--Restraint
*
Meanwhile, Billy was in a state of profound confusion. He had just found himself in possession of a dripping napkin that positively reeked of beer, and was in the midst of an existential crisis revolving around said napkin and where it might have come from. At least, that's what the expression on his face suggested. His actual thoughts were probably something like, 'Hey, beer!'
--Ringlust
*
"He's fucking gorgeous, mate."
"Yeah. So?"
"..."
"I'm not a fucking fairy like you!"
"Lij."
"Well, maybe I am. But still."
--Shagging Orli
Huh. It IS kinda therapeutic. Who'd a thunk it.
strawberryelfsp. How To Feel Better About Your Own Writing in one easy meme. Favorite bits of your own fics."Watch it, you, or the scissors will stab you in your sleep."
They both stare at the scissors, which lie in the middle of the floor (on top of last week's script pages) and try to look innocent.
--Dork
*
This hot Sunday morning starts just as ominously as all the rest. Usually, Elijah doesn't mind being woken up by Orlando -- it happens all too rarely, in his humble opinion -- but there's being woken up by Orlando and then there's being woken up by Orlando when Elijah can make out the sinister shapes of surfboards in the back of his Jeep. Elongated slices of evil in the trunk, with Dom shouting incomprehensibly through the rolled-down window and Orlando himself looming over the bed with that stupid grin on his face and fuck. Another one of those Sundays.
--Drowning
*
"What makes you more special than me 'n Bills, huh?"
"I'm fucking Frodo, man!"
"You're fucking Frodo?"
"No, you are. Shut up."
"Is it even technically possible to fuck your own character?"
"Monaghan..."
"Oooh, now I'm scared. Kindly remove your elbow from my ribs."
"Not until you remove your hand from my ass."
--Ideal Situation
*
Sometimes, Elijah forgets that he's an actor. He stops acting and starts living. Peter loves those moments. He would probably start a religion based around them if he could, a Frodo-and-Sam-together-my-God-that's-perfect worship group. Well, maybe not, but he's certainly happy with them.
Elijah hates when that happens. Not the moments themselves (they come so easily and unnoticeably, sneaking up on him when he least expects them, and it's always such a relief to just BE Frodo), but then Peter calls "Cut, excellent, let's print that!" and Elijah is jammed back into his own body. Sam grins and becomes Sean, and Elijah wants to curl up in a ball or crawl into himself or fall through an imaginary hole in the ground and vanish forever. He imagines it's like how withdrawal must feel, the hollow needing somewhere deep inside, and maybe that's why he (Elijah) is afraid to quit smoking his clove cigarettes and maybe that's why he (Frodo) can't part with the Ring. That hollowness.
--Indistinct
*
Detached-part-of-mind (which, I finally decide, is NOT actively associated with the rational part) is getting a kick out of the phrase "wild monkey sex." It wonders whether Dom is implying that he would be interested in said wild monkey sex with me. Rational-part-of-mind resurfaces to inform it that no one wants wild monkey sex with anyone as piss drunk as I am, and Dom was definitely not propositioning you, you horny idiot.
--Not Exactly Detached
*
It's just that you don't remember ever seeing Dom glow before. Like, he's literally glowing. As if God has come down from the heavens, and says let there be late afternoon light, and let it shine around Dom as if he has some kind of halo! And then God adds hastily, but this is not in any way implying that Dom is now or ever will be an angel, because I don't even want to imagine the sort of shit he'd get up to here in heaven. And then the angel Gabriel or Saint Peter or someone chews God out for his language, and that's about as long as it takes for your world to go back to normal. Because by now Dom's gone, and Billy's taken his place, which is actually quite normal because Billy will jump anything that breathes (except Christopher Lee, who frightens him, and sometimes Dom, because as Billy likes to say, you never know with Dom. He might just jump you back).
--Passing Lights
*
For example, when a certain two people are bungee jumping together, and one of them (read: Dom) feels the sudden need to call off the whole expedition and just shag the other (read: Billy) against a wall, restraint is certainly called for. Otherwise, he (being Dom) might merely be laughed at, or he might be shoved off the bridge without the bungee cord (by Billy). And in any scenario, there's the whole business of Orli to deal with, because he organized the latest death-defying extracurricular activity and would be a spectator (if there was shagging), a participant (if there was laughing), or a witness (if there was attempted murder by shoving-off-bridge-without-bungee-cord). And although Dom wouldn't mind having a witness in the event of sudden death, in retrospect it wouldn't really do him much good.
--Restraint
*
Meanwhile, Billy was in a state of profound confusion. He had just found himself in possession of a dripping napkin that positively reeked of beer, and was in the midst of an existential crisis revolving around said napkin and where it might have come from. At least, that's what the expression on his face suggested. His actual thoughts were probably something like, 'Hey, beer!'
--Ringlust
*
"He's fucking gorgeous, mate."
"Yeah. So?"
"..."
"I'm not a fucking fairy like you!"
"Lij."
"Well, maybe I am. But still."
--Shagging Orli
Huh. It IS kinda therapeutic. Who'd a thunk it.
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Date: 2003-08-22 11:58 am (UTC)i won't go into rehash, for that might cause spontaneous cross-referencing, which, as we all know, turns me on. *snog*
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Date: 2003-08-22 12:05 pm (UTC)i love Perfect Pair. wow. it rocks. and it's only PG, too, what do you know??
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Date: 2003-08-22 10:50 am (UTC)It's especially interesting when you look at the bit they selected and think, hey, that's not my favorite part of that fic at ALL...