To Round Out the Month
Okay, now that this fic is finished, I can rec it to you with a thousand exclamation marks: Arthur/Eames pediatrician kink meme fill, for the prompt: Arthur is seventeen, and still sees a pediatrician. A handsome, British, pediatrician. Who maybe gets a little too handsy sometimes…
I don't even know how to express how much this is like the perfect medical kink story to me. It's the closest I've ever seen a kink fantasy of this type come to reality in what happens and how the characters behave. There's the stethoscope and the exam table paper and the hands palpating and the clinical-but-maybe-sexual frisson to it all, and just. I won't give away what happens, but the story is unutterably hot, and I'm so glad it doesn't cop out at the end into a dream or a "surprise, we were roleplaying" scenario. I wouldn't necessarily recommend it if you have a strong embarrassment squick or if you can't tolerate doctor/patient or student/teacher or those kinds of semi-abuse of power dynamics even when the young person is initiating and/or very much into things, and there are medical and office inaccuracies for the sake of the kink, but otherwise, ten thumbs up. If you're concerned about not knowing Inception, this is an AU and there's an age change, so basically it reads like original characters.
ETA: Ha, it's by recrudescence! Had been wondering if it was by someone I knew, but the style didn't seem to suit. Anyway, edited all-in-one story here.
Now, if only the gymnast WIP-a masterful example of how to build sexual tension-would be updated…
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Speaking of Inception-which I am not-Netflix recommended a movie called The Reckoning, which I was ambivalent about until someone posted a gif of Tom Hardy dressed as a startlingly attractive woman that came from it. That tipped the scales, and I rented it. It turned out to be an excellent movie all around. Beautifully shot and well-acted, and read as though it were based on a play rather than on a novel, which I say as a compliment. I didn't mind the purposefully anachronistic language, the less elegant depiction of a revolution in theater and playwriting, or the theological debates between priest Paul Bettany and noble Vincent Cassel.
My favorite part was a minute-long interlude where you see this acting troupe from the year 1380-something preparing for a performance: Each character gets a few shots as they don their costumes and makeup, stretch, rise up on stilts, etc., a montage all set to harp and acoustic guitar, and it had all these little editing/effect flourishes where the speed would change and the edges would flicker like a vintage camera. It's hard to describe, but it was just beautiful.
Willem Dafoe is not only sinewy but also bendy, if you were wondering. Yet he still cannot do accents.
And yes, the cross-dressing (Hardy's character, a minor role, played the female parts in the troupe) was as sexy as hoped. I liked the small character touch when Hardy-as-actor stayed in character on stage while the town and his troupe argued, until someone took him by the shoulder and made him go, at which point he pulled off his wig and slumped off. It was fanon!Eames-like, wanting to stay in his forge until the job's done.
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My Jurassic Park vid showed at Escapade on Saturday night. It's weird: I don't know how it went over, and I may not receive any comments, so the high point was actually finding out it was going to be shown.
Meanwhile, I sat down with the intention to finish off this SGA vid I was going to finish for Vividcon last year, only to remember that I needed to move my clip archive and redo all five seasons' worth of d2v's because of the new computer. So that took hours. One day I'll be able to just sit down and vid whenever I feel like it. One day.
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I've gone to four or five dance classes at the advanced level now and haven't made a total fool of myself yet. Hurrah! Have the opportunity to perform at local bars on St. Patrick's Day, but more likely I'll chicken out and do it next year when I know more steps.
To stay active the rest of the week while avoiding the boredom of going to the gym, where "boredom" equals "will inevitably stop going," I've found a couple of places that provide open-court badminton nights. (I used to play varsity singles, have I mentioned here?) Tried one last week and had a great time; despite having picked up my racket exactly once in the last 10 ½ years, I did pretty well in the doubles games. Will be trying the other venue tomorrow. If all works out (pun!), I'll have two evenings a week where I can go play if I want. It's nice that it works different muscle groups than dance, too.
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Alexander Skarsgard (Eric on True Blood) showed up out of nowhere in a dream the other night. I was on some bleachers in a gym. He came up and sat in front of me and I put my arms around his neck, platonic and happy, and showed him off as a celebrity friend-acquaintance to my mom. He had the same build as in reality: tall as hell, all sleek and Nordic and solid through the shoulders.
There was this other, vivid dream where I was having sex/foreplay with my friend's significant other, where we were working off a written list of activities that said friend had approved.
Subject for another post: It seems I have a biological clock, and it is ticking a libido rhythm.
I don't even know how to express how much this is like the perfect medical kink story to me. It's the closest I've ever seen a kink fantasy of this type come to reality in what happens and how the characters behave. There's the stethoscope and the exam table paper and the hands palpating and the clinical-but-maybe-sexual frisson to it all, and just. I won't give away what happens, but the story is unutterably hot, and I'm so glad it doesn't cop out at the end into a dream or a "surprise, we were roleplaying" scenario. I wouldn't necessarily recommend it if you have a strong embarrassment squick or if you can't tolerate doctor/patient or student/teacher or those kinds of semi-abuse of power dynamics even when the young person is initiating and/or very much into things, and there are medical and office inaccuracies for the sake of the kink, but otherwise, ten thumbs up. If you're concerned about not knowing Inception, this is an AU and there's an age change, so basically it reads like original characters.
ETA: Ha, it's by recrudescence! Had been wondering if it was by someone I knew, but the style didn't seem to suit. Anyway, edited all-in-one story here.
Now, if only the gymnast WIP-a masterful example of how to build sexual tension-would be updated…
.
Speaking of Inception-which I am not-Netflix recommended a movie called The Reckoning, which I was ambivalent about until someone posted a gif of Tom Hardy dressed as a startlingly attractive woman that came from it. That tipped the scales, and I rented it. It turned out to be an excellent movie all around. Beautifully shot and well-acted, and read as though it were based on a play rather than on a novel, which I say as a compliment. I didn't mind the purposefully anachronistic language, the less elegant depiction of a revolution in theater and playwriting, or the theological debates between priest Paul Bettany and noble Vincent Cassel.
My favorite part was a minute-long interlude where you see this acting troupe from the year 1380-something preparing for a performance: Each character gets a few shots as they don their costumes and makeup, stretch, rise up on stilts, etc., a montage all set to harp and acoustic guitar, and it had all these little editing/effect flourishes where the speed would change and the edges would flicker like a vintage camera. It's hard to describe, but it was just beautiful.
Willem Dafoe is not only sinewy but also bendy, if you were wondering. Yet he still cannot do accents.
And yes, the cross-dressing (Hardy's character, a minor role, played the female parts in the troupe) was as sexy as hoped. I liked the small character touch when Hardy-as-actor stayed in character on stage while the town and his troupe argued, until someone took him by the shoulder and made him go, at which point he pulled off his wig and slumped off. It was fanon!Eames-like, wanting to stay in his forge until the job's done.
.
My Jurassic Park vid showed at Escapade on Saturday night. It's weird: I don't know how it went over, and I may not receive any comments, so the high point was actually finding out it was going to be shown.
Meanwhile, I sat down with the intention to finish off this SGA vid I was going to finish for Vividcon last year, only to remember that I needed to move my clip archive and redo all five seasons' worth of d2v's because of the new computer. So that took hours. One day I'll be able to just sit down and vid whenever I feel like it. One day.
.
I've gone to four or five dance classes at the advanced level now and haven't made a total fool of myself yet. Hurrah! Have the opportunity to perform at local bars on St. Patrick's Day, but more likely I'll chicken out and do it next year when I know more steps.
To stay active the rest of the week while avoiding the boredom of going to the gym, where "boredom" equals "will inevitably stop going," I've found a couple of places that provide open-court badminton nights. (I used to play varsity singles, have I mentioned here?) Tried one last week and had a great time; despite having picked up my racket exactly once in the last 10 ½ years, I did pretty well in the doubles games. Will be trying the other venue tomorrow. If all works out (pun!), I'll have two evenings a week where I can go play if I want. It's nice that it works different muscle groups than dance, too.
.
Alexander Skarsgard (Eric on True Blood) showed up out of nowhere in a dream the other night. I was on some bleachers in a gym. He came up and sat in front of me and I put my arms around his neck, platonic and happy, and showed him off as a celebrity friend-acquaintance to my mom. He had the same build as in reality: tall as hell, all sleek and Nordic and solid through the shoulders.
There was this other, vivid dream where I was having sex/foreplay with my friend's significant other, where we were working off a written list of activities that said friend had approved.
Subject for another post: It seems I have a biological clock, and it is ticking a libido rhythm.