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clo_againI just saw Elizabethtown from start to finish for the first time. It's even better when you've seen the beginning and know what is actually going on. Also, Orlando Bloom is beautiful. He really is. I couldn't care less what his acting might be like (though dude, he's getting better. He has facial expressions now) because he's just fun to watch. Because he's pretty and I am shallow. Yes.
I should rewatch LotR sometime you know. I haven't seen it for a few years and considering one quarter of my dissertation was on Tolkien? I am a bad fan.
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Last night I stayed up until 4am again to watch Raw; I thought I'd check out the beginning to see what the main match was and then maybe record it and sleep. However, they clearly had no sympathy for my lazy and gave me Jeff Hardy/Shawn Michaels, so I stayed up and amused myself through the matches I didn't give a monkey's about by contemplating how to slash tennis players with wrestlers and possible pairings.
By 4am I'd come up with a list of why Roger could be slashed successfully, completely inexplicably and with all the apparent personality clashes, with Jeff and what it would involve. I'd also arbitrarily picked out Jericho/Andy. And because I know what I'm like when I sleep and that I'd have forgotten it all by the morning, I did a "quick" private LJ post summary which took until 5am and went something like, among other things: Jeff painting patterns of body paint onto Roger to reflect his own scars, vivid slashes of red on gold skin, sunlight pooling around them in dust-mote waterfalls. Jeff's hair fades into it, blond strands loose over his eyes, caught in the lip ring, lip still puffy from the match and Roger's fascinated kisses. Bitten fingernails stained red around chipped nail polish, black. Roger's eyes in shadow as he tilts his head, Jeff holding his gaze as he draws two fingers through the dark hair on the Swiss' chest, two lines of angry red as if he's opening Roger up for the world to see, if they hadn't locked the world away on the other side of the door. This Roger is his; any question he has he'll ask silently in thick, glistening red and Roger's body will yield the answers.
Eventually Jeff will close his hand around Roger's cock, stained fingers a reflection of the flushed skin beneath. Eventually they'll come in a grinding, gasping tangle of smeared red and eventually, tomorrow perhaps or the next day, Roger will stand beneath the shower as Jeff lets the door lock quietly behind him on his way out. The careful red will wash away to nothing until the white towel Roger uses after won't even be touched with pink; unmarked skin to everyone who sees him, to the crowds and photographers whose cameras won't show anything but smooth surface. Only Jeff will look and see the red, see the web of angry scars that move beneath.
It's enough.
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And then for Chris/Andy I wrote: Jericho/Roddick = 'I Don't Have Time to Stand Here With You, Fighting About the Size of my Dick'
It's the title of a Ballboy song and I've been looking for a pairing to use it with ever since I first heard it. I think it sums up the glorious, hot, hilarious batshit that Andy/Jericho would be pretty well. 5am should be noted for the insight it brings.
Also, I really kinda want to write that Roger/Jeff fic. They could be a completely random kind of beautiful.
I should go to bed, since I have to be awake for washing and job centre calling and Cloverfield tomorrow. More would get done if we needed less sleep.
I should rewatch LotR sometime you know. I haven't seen it for a few years and considering one quarter of my dissertation was on Tolkien? I am a bad fan.
~
Last night I stayed up until 4am again to watch Raw; I thought I'd check out the beginning to see what the main match was and then maybe record it and sleep. However, they clearly had no sympathy for my lazy and gave me Jeff Hardy/Shawn Michaels, so I stayed up and amused myself through the matches I didn't give a monkey's about by contemplating how to slash tennis players with wrestlers and possible pairings.
By 4am I'd come up with a list of why Roger could be slashed successfully, completely inexplicably and with all the apparent personality clashes, with Jeff and what it would involve. I'd also arbitrarily picked out Jericho/Andy. And because I know what I'm like when I sleep and that I'd have forgotten it all by the morning, I did a "quick" private LJ post summary which took until 5am and went something like, among other things: Jeff painting patterns of body paint onto Roger to reflect his own scars, vivid slashes of red on gold skin, sunlight pooling around them in dust-mote waterfalls. Jeff's hair fades into it, blond strands loose over his eyes, caught in the lip ring, lip still puffy from the match and Roger's fascinated kisses. Bitten fingernails stained red around chipped nail polish, black. Roger's eyes in shadow as he tilts his head, Jeff holding his gaze as he draws two fingers through the dark hair on the Swiss' chest, two lines of angry red as if he's opening Roger up for the world to see, if they hadn't locked the world away on the other side of the door. This Roger is his; any question he has he'll ask silently in thick, glistening red and Roger's body will yield the answers.
Eventually Jeff will close his hand around Roger's cock, stained fingers a reflection of the flushed skin beneath. Eventually they'll come in a grinding, gasping tangle of smeared red and eventually, tomorrow perhaps or the next day, Roger will stand beneath the shower as Jeff lets the door lock quietly behind him on his way out. The careful red will wash away to nothing until the white towel Roger uses after won't even be touched with pink; unmarked skin to everyone who sees him, to the crowds and photographers whose cameras won't show anything but smooth surface. Only Jeff will look and see the red, see the web of angry scars that move beneath.
It's enough.
~
And then for Chris/Andy I wrote: Jericho/Roddick = 'I Don't Have Time to Stand Here With You, Fighting About the Size of my Dick'
It's the title of a Ballboy song and I've been looking for a pairing to use it with ever since I first heard it. I think it sums up the glorious, hot, hilarious batshit that Andy/Jericho would be pretty well. 5am should be noted for the insight it brings.
Also, I really kinda want to write that Roger/Jeff fic. They could be a completely random kind of beautiful.
I should go to bed, since I have to be awake for washing and job centre calling and Cloverfield tomorrow. More would get done if we needed less sleep.
