Musings...
So I just finished Harry Potter (no spoilers, even under cuts, at least, not today). I... am indifferent. I'll leave it at that.
I feel like I haven't done *anything* today. And I suppose I really haven't. I got up late, had breakfast at lunch while searching through books (well, I did go to the library...) for quotes and stuff for my Mary Queen of Scots essay. Then I finished ROTK (2nd disc of the extended), because I couldn't leave it unfinished, even though I've seen all the movies so many times and can recite them line for line. And then I read HP.
My friends wussed out of our LOTR Extended Edition Marathon yesterday. Ha! I've now done it *twice*. We did start late, if you want to do it right, you get up, have breakfast, watch Fellowship, break for lunch, watch Two Towers, break for a snack and stretching and drinks, watch Return of the King, then have a late dinner. We started at... noon. And some of them had a party to go to at nine, and the rest of us were going to the HP midnight-party (which actually turned out to be incredibly lame, and not a party at all- I might as well have stayed home and picked up my copy today. I could have not had to stand in line for an over an hour (which I realize isn't that much, but still, I was tired, and I was only doing it because my friends were and I'm in Scotland...) and I could have caught a BUS, instead of waiting for one that NEVER CAME and having to catch a cab, anyway, at 2am.
So we got through all but the second disc of ROTK. They were all not sure if they could make it after FELLOWSHIP. The first disc, no less. *sigh* I'm just too insane, I suppose. They thought I was nuts that it was my second marathon of such. It does take about ten, eleven hours, I think.
It'd actually been a really long time since I'd sat down and watched the movies... I mean, it just comes to the point where you know a movie so well, line for line, word for word, the scenes, the emotion, the camera angles for god sakes, and so you just don't watch it, because you know it... But then you finally do, and WOW. I am renewed with a deep sense of love for those movies... and I dearly wish I had my books with me... alas, I've got another favorite I haven't read here, yet- Captain Blood. Already ready Benchley's Rummies on the planes over, and then I read Brave New World while in London (fitting, eh?).
But here's another random thing- a poll of sorts. I'm working on the Lovers 100, as you know, and though I'm reluctant to give anything away for any of the fics-in-progress/planning, I've been coming up dry since the start for some details of one...
016. Tattoo.
Here's what's decided:
Title: Right Side of Danger
Pairing: Grovington
Basic premises: Theo has a tattoo; James isn't sure what to think. (Because in the Grovington pairing you know it would be Theo who would have the tattoo.)
Questions:
What kind of tattoo would Theo have? Significance? I can't see it being something totally stupid, after a drunken night at the tavern- I feel like it needs to have *some* sort of significance... like he thought about it, and therefore doesn't regret it... Our lovely James is just straight-laced as they come, as we know, and therefore has trouble wrapping his mind around it...
Where would it be? That I suppose is the big one. I don't want to do something cliché like his arse or something (though I start to drool thinking about it...). I was originally thinking that it wouldn't appear the *first* time he and James were more intimate, so there's a longer-standing relationship that's both emotional AND physical, which would therefore make it necessary for it to be someplace "out of the way" so to speak, or at least, smaller, so it could be missed in the haze of passion and/or dimly lit quarters.
How big? How small? Intricate? Simple? Wide? Narrow? You get the idea.
Rating? That will honestly just depend on where the fic takes me, but as of now, it's leaning towards a low to medium R, at most. Just for the intimate situation.
I'm not good at tattoos- I've already decided I can't think of something I'd want forever, so therefore won't be getting one myself (though in recent years I've actually come closer to seriously considering one... but I came back to my original 'I won't get one until I'm absolutely sure I'd want it forever and in a place that I could have it concealed when necessary as to be professional and keep it from my parents, specifically my mom, who told me in all seriousness that she'd disown me... then ratified that to say just cut off my money supply- either way, I'd be pretty fucked.)
I'm also thinking that Andrew (Gillette) has to know about it, already. Maybe made some wise-arsed remark about Theo not telling James about it, and wondering what James's reaction will be when he sees it ("He will see it eventually, Teddy... unless you two plan to remain celibate for the duration of your relationship... at least, with each other. And I somehow highly doubt the first will happen. Ever.") So, that would imply something that would be seen only in an intimate situation... again, not his arse, that's just... cliché. But where do guys get tattoos that fit that description besides their arse? They'd have roomed together before, so they'd seen each other shirtless, at least, and just a back or a shoulder blade is not quite private enough. Which leads to another question-
When did he get it? Meaning what age? I could figure out where. That would come with the tattoo design itself.
Yah... that's my musings for today.