oh hello f-list, newbies and old faithfuls, one and all
So I am stealing this from my darling featherfish because it is a very, very rad idea and also some of you are shy and I wish you wouldn't be because I really don't bite unless you're into that.
So without further ado, I give you:
In past Christmases, I have left an open invitation to write little fanfic drabbles for LJ holiday presents. I'd like to do that ( Read more... )
So without further ado, I give you:
In past Christmases, I have left an open invitation to write little fanfic drabbles for LJ holiday presents. I'd like to do that ( Read more... )
OCD, Patrick Bateman level of attention to detail (minus the murdering, if you prefer)
AND THIS STUFF
And pretty much This Entire Post.
Lana: You want to see crazy?!
Archer: No! I've seen that movie and, spoiler alert, it ends with a closet full of my suits on fire!
Lana: I wish you'd been wearing one!
Archer: Who would want to wear an on-fire suit?!
Lana: Cosplay enthusiasts!
Silk Dupioni.
Also cashmere:
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I almost didn’t recognize him, standing in the doorway of my office like he had every right to be there.
Not with his hair slicked back. Not with those horn-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, or the deerskin briefcase tucked under his arm or the bundle of papers hugged tight to his chest.
He was everything tailored and precise and sharp as a knife, but somehow unassuming. Professional. Detached. Two-button super-fine Marino wool suit jacket with suede elbow patches over a light heather grey cashmere sweater, matching oxford, royal blue microprint silk tie, just slightly askew. Just enough to be endearing rather than sloppy. Utterly human, in a way that only I could know was rehearsed. Perfectly pressed corduroy pants and black leather Italian loafers with little tassels that shuddered as he tapped and tapped his toe.
You almost couldn’t tell he was a monster under all those flawless seams.
(so, naturally, I wanted to rip them apart, undo every stitch)
In the end it was that shit-eating grin that gave him away. That ( ... )
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He kissed me and I shattered like plate glass.
I shattered and shattered into stars and dust with the door to my office wide open. Anyone at all could see. Anyone. My boss. He grabbed a handful of my hair and I stopped thinking. No, no. That was a lie, I stopped thinking when he walked in. He has that effect on me, you know, it’s probably his eyes.
There’s something there behind them that I could never quite sort out. It scares me, it’s too hot and too bright, but at the same time I’m drawn to it. I was fascinated by the person that I thought he was, but I’m even more fascinated by the person that I am finding out he is. A spider unfolding his legs, delicate but hypodermic-sharp, showing fangs and glittering eyes.
Is it worth it? Of course it is.
(that wasn’t even a question, if I’m being honest)
He tangled me tighter in his hands and I’m ( ... )
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I noticed vaguely that I’d lost a cufflink, turned the thought away and took him into my mouth.
I don’t know how I could have expected him to be anything other than as loud and wild and unrestrained as he’d been with his back pressed to my Venetian tiled floor, then he had been every moment since I’d met him. He made a sound that was half a snarl and half something that could have been Christ or yes and I thought it was worth the risk. Well worth it to see his eyes slip shut, the way the tendons of his neck caught light and shadow when he threw ( ... )
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OKAY I'M GOING TO CALM DOWN EVENTUALLY MAYBE
But this entire thing has like blown my mind and shunted it into another dimension entirely and now there's like a clone copy of my brain and all it says is MOAR SUITS
That didn't make sense. but uuuuugh seriously the thing with your writing that always KILLS me is how you're so good at implying backstory and all these dark nuances with just the slightest suggestion! gah! I am so jealous of you.
and then THIS:
Utterly human, in a way that only I could know was rehearsed. Perfectly pressed corduroy pants and black leather Italian loafers with little tassels that shuddered as he tapped and tapped his toe.
is just DANGEROUSLY SEXY RIGHT THERE and whoops do I have a shoe fetish now? MAY BE.
ALSO THIS:
my whole world was cashmere and wool rubbing up against my cheek, the smell of his cigarettes, his cologne and something that was animal, fundamentally him ( ... )
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