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hoosierbitch) wrote2011-06-30 12:40 pm
hoosierbitch) wrote2011-06-30 12:40 pm
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my life in bullet points
1. Someone wrote an extra story for me in the [Poll #1757588]AND FINALLY: THE AUCTION! It closes...today? Sometime? GET YOUR LAST BIDS IN! Here's the c/p'd info about my thread/the whole shebang: there is a charity auction! I'm offering a fic! I forgot to put minimum word count on there, so: I've only written one charity fic that fit under 2k before (and that was one thousand cranes, which I think was an okay exception). Most end up over 5k. You can check out my writing for: chatities tag to see the kind of work I do for this sort of set-up.
Here's all of the deets from my thread:
If anyone else wants to volunteer some talents or bid on some awesome stuff: here's the fic post, crafts/postcards, art. Here's the intro post with info about places to donate, and here's the FAQ. If anyone else is offering, please feel free to link and promote your threads in the comments here!
Here's all of the deets from my thread:
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hoosierbitch
Email: whoisyourb [at] gmail [dot] com
LJ Examples of your work: All of my fics, and fics written just for charities.
Fandoms you'll write: White Collar, Glee, Merlin, Star Trek (Reboot), Sky High, Friday Night Lights, Leverage, Doctor Who.
Pairings you'll write: List and further explanation at my Five Acts post here. I'm willing to stretch myself when it comes to charity fics, though, so if you want something that's not on the list, just shoot me an email or PM! :-)
Starting Bid: $5.
hoosierbitch Email: whoisyourb [at] gmail [dot] com
LJ Examples of your work: All of my fics, and fics written just for charities.
Fandoms you'll write: White Collar, Glee, Merlin, Star Trek (Reboot), Sky High, Friday Night Lights, Leverage, Doctor Who.
Pairings you'll write: List and further explanation at my Five Acts post here. I'm willing to stretch myself when it comes to charity fics, though, so if you want something that's not on the list, just shoot me an email or PM! :-)
Starting Bid: $5.
If anyone else wants to volunteer some talents or bid on some awesome stuff: here's the fic post, crafts/postcards, art. Here's the intro post with info about places to donate, and here's the FAQ. If anyone else is offering, please feel free to link and promote your threads in the comments here!
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I pity you.
*shakes head*
(♥)
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And I like all those things except Matt's face (not sure why, it's not a bad face lol)
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And then I felt lonely/porny and had a margarita.
My life skills; let me show you them.
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\o/
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:D
(why don't I have a yay porn icon? Why???)
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All I have is 'sexy times ahead.'
Your icon is pritty fantastic, tho. HE'S SO HAPPY.
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*g* once I get my Internet back, I do have a lovely crayon doodle of Spock masturbating in the shower that could become yay porn... ;)
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Man. That fic's one of those things where I had scribbled down some ideas and now I can't remember what they mean/why they're important...I know they were going to go to Europe...do another whole competition season. And. Meet Elizabeth? And have a threesome? And meet Neal's parents, which felt too AU for me...I like to have just one changed premise, not, like, twenty. BUT.
DANG YOU NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT IT AGAIN ARGH.
*loves*
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY BAD LIFE CHOICES, JUST FYI
She's competition. And Neal's got no idea how to fight her.
"You didn't tell me your boyfriend was such a charmer," Elizabeth tells Peter, taking her hand back with a laugh. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Neal." He smiles and they make small talk as they wait for their table to open up. Neal leaves El and Peter for a moment to sweet talk the maitre de, and when he returns Peter's hand is resting at the small of Elizabeth's back. They follow the waiter to the table and Neal knows what they must look like. The married couple and their single friend.
He'd picked the restaurant carefully. Somewhere discreet, that would provide a table in the corner without asking why. Upscale, exclusive, intimidating.
Apparently, Elizabeth's catering company has used them on multiple occasions. He glares at the waiter's retreating back.
"Peter's told me so much about you," she says as they sit down.
"Only the bad things," Peter says, his hand finding Neal's knee under the table. Neal has to concentrate to stop jiggling his foot.
She's more...real than Neal expected. He's chagrined to realize he'd been picturing her as the wicked witch from Snow White. He'd wanted her to be a harpy. Someone he could hate; an enemy, a nemesis. The evil witch. But she'd laughed when Peter pulled her chair out for her and thanked Neal for ordering the wine for all of them (in French, which impresses her, but it doesn't feel like a victory when she and Peter exchanged small smiles afterwards). They talk through appetizers and try bites of each others' entrees. Peter takes a bite of salmon from Elizabeth's fork and Neal realizes that even though he actually likes Elizabeth he kind of hates her, too.
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"He's very..."
"What?"
"Young," she murmurs. He holds her coat out for her and her shoulders brush his chest when she slips her arms into it. She leans against him, solid and warm, a few long leaning breaths and then she stands on her own with a smile. "And very smart. He's got good taste," she says with a weird quirk to her lips, and Peter wants to ask her to elaborate, wants to ask her why do you look so sad but she's already walking out the door.
Neal's got a cab waiting for her when they get outside, and he kisses her on the cheek as he helps her into it.
He and Neal stand side-by-side on the sidewalk as she pulls away, waiting for the next taxi, shoulders brushing against each other, breath ghosting in the air. They're breathing in sync but Peter feels uncomfortably alone.
They fuck when they get to the hotel. Neal on his knees, bracing himself against the wall, pressing back against Peter too hard, too fast. He feels like he's struggling to keep up, thrusts unexpectedly syncopated, knees slipping on the bedspread. Neal won't let him change positions, won't turn his face from where it's pressed in the crook of his elbow, and Peter knows that there's something twisted dancing through Neal's head and he tries to fuck it out of him, tries to fuck him hard enough long enough deep enough tries to kiss him but misses and just gets his neck and the stubbled corner of his jaw and when he comes Neal's still hard and sweaty and turned away from him.
"She was nice," Neal says, pulling away with a hiss and walking to the bathroom, feet padding soundlessly on the threadbare carpet.
Peter thinks about the house that he and Elizabeth had purchased together, the king-sized bed and the bathroom with a jacuzzi tub and two sinks and the backyard that was big enough for a dog. "Yeah," he says, moving to the clean bed. "She is."
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The first thing I've written in, like, three weeks, and it's NOT SOMETHING ON MY GIGANTIC TO-WRITE LIST.
:D :D :D :D :D
*is so happy to be writing*
Re: YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR MY BAD LIFE CHOICES, JUST FYI
This is so wonderful, and complicated, and hurty, and emotionally charged. I want to get to know this Elizabeth. I love how kind of befuddled Peter is, and how brittle and unsure of himself Neal is. Perfect fic is perfect!!
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ALMOST TOO AWESOME FOR WORDS.
love it
Love you.
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And PornStar A/U!PornStar A/U!PornStar A/U!PornStar A/U
I'mma gonna open up the file with the sequel to Rubbing Elbows - I am energized now.
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OKAY TWO REASONS.
#1: STARFISH
#2: PORN
♥
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And
And
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THE PURPLE ONE IS SO SNUGGLY! IT IS NEAL. IF HE AND PETER WERE STARFISHES.
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And yes, the purple starfish is definitely Neal, getting overwhelmed by Peter. And he likes it. He loves it. He needs it.
Over and over and over again.
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THIS IS UNJUST.
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WHY DID I DO THAT?
OH YEAH BECAUSE THE RIGHT ANSWER IS OBVIOUSLY STARFISH.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE.
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You're so silly.
ETA: ALSO, THEY CAN REGROW LIMBS.
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See, if his father had been holding some starfish, he couldn't fought off the ninjas. TOO BAD YOU PICKED THE WRONG ANSWER ON THE POLL. YOU JUST MADE THAT DUDE HOMELESS.
*shakes head*
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I bow to your superior Starfish-Knowledge.
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AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!
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I will now go and eat food. Hopefully without Ninja intervention.
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Good luck with the move! We're moving this weekend, too. Not the house but for business. It is a long story, but a good thing! \o/
It sucks ass that I'm going to get paid two weeks after this auction closes, or else I would simply PAY you to write more porn!stars. (Glee and X-Men ran a close second!)
And while I voted dildos, A/C is pretty righteous, too, as are STARFISH!!!!!! And cheese for that matter. *headdesk*
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I HOPE YOUR MOVE FINISHED SMOOTHLY! :-)
I'm working on--well, on all of the sequels simultaneously, which is to say: a tiny bit on all of them. Oh, summer. Y U R SO BUSY?
That poll was a hard one. BUT THE RIGHT ANSWER WAS STARFISH. DUR.
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Have a great move! New homes are exciting. :)
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One would get friends like ME! \o/ Hi, I'm Coffee. I like Matt and Tim as porn stars with dildos (and sometimes air conditioning).
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Have never felt less sexy.
Will maybe try and write sexy-cold-shower fic in my head as I finish up the day.
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Yeah.
Not sexeh.
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And now that I've voted I see that both options are being spanked by PornStar!AU. And while I did love that fic, and it was super hot. There was no cuddling. :)
And I like Matt Smith's face. Matt Smith's face is cool.
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