ain't no cure for the fandom!
Out of utter curiosity, if I was chained up in your attic/study/basement/library/secret lair, and I had to write you one story, what would you request? (demand?) Or alternatively, what's something you always hoped I'd write but know is never going to happen?
I feel like any answers to this are probably just going to make me feel guilty. BUT I STILL WANT TO KNOW.
In other news, the LJ Markov Random Text Generator is always fun, right?
Which is funny, because Alison used to be, delivering it up into Dean. And she only just turned FIFTEEN, fffffffff
(?!?!?!)
LJ thinks it's trying to feed him some wine or something but being all heroic.
(Omg I love it.)
Eventually, Will goes and shoves her head right down to it, brushed his cornsilk moustache against it
(Omg imagine Will with a moustache.)
she's in the morning is this warmth and closeness, the soft feeling of that montrous crest rumbling like a dog.
(I love all the fancy sentences that end with a totally bizarre similes. LIKE A DOG.)
(She spits; slaps him; makes him feel quite sleepy. "Er," says the man, taken aback. He drives on.
Will jerks awake at the end of 1999, so...that's interesting.
The heat is utterly excruciating, closing in on his chest, his heart-they feel good. One more shot each, and then unclasping her bra behind her head, turns away from him. "Do you want to just go ahead. Eventually, he does.
(I actually kind of like this one.)
I also just want to bond with Will , and this has been driving me crazy for ages.
I think it's a wonder the barman cracks open the bottles, one after another after another.
(Apparently, I'm quite easily impressed.)
He pushes up her legs and stroking her. Anna makes a noise of disgust.
(Well, that's...not what you want.)
Skandar cranes his neck and kisses Skandar again, easing her tongue in his pockets for his penis.
(Is this like…Skandar/girl!Skandar?)
Does anyone else feel like they do this thing where we agreed, like, (laughing) when we get inside," Will promises in a movie with Hilary Duff. What? I don't even look at her with passion.
I don't know if I've ever posted before, so I grew a beard and he didn't stand up for the loos.
But everyone here's too drunk to care about their inability to have difficulty breathing.
ain't no cure for the fandom!
(♥)
Skandar feels like a dog.
(I love this one for its simplicity.)
"You're so wet," he breathes out, fingers stroking gently through the building's front door
(OMG WHO IS HAVING SEX WITH A BUILDING.)
that's why all sexual contact during that period of time Skandar starts to organise like a mad sadist as he fucks her, hips pistoning back and speaks the first words, breathy reassuring whispers in amongst his sobs.
(Not gonna lie, I kinda like the sound of this.)
and then trots off to sleep with them like an absolute giant in her friend's ear.
Emily gets down on girls.
(Truth!)
Georgie: I didn't go out. I didn't sleep and I was already a size queen.
(.........)
and love and sex and fandom and basically anything that implies that Ben is awkwardly attempting to prise apart Siamese twins
The girl looks down at his crotch, grinning at Will sheepishly. "He's been hard since we were singing," says Georgie nonchalantly.
(Omg, Georgie.)
and rummaging around for condoms and lube. Finding them, he leaps back onto the depravity…
(This could easily be an actual line from one of my fics, you know.)
In the past, littledivinity and I managed to devour them whole.
(Ahahaha.)
To challenge the necessity of the Narnia folder: amusing macros.
(NO ONE SHOULD CHALLENGE THE NECESSITY OF THAT FOLDER.)
Skandar's watching, but he likes it.
(LOL. Perfect.)
I think I'll just keep posting pictures of Ben, looking startled on the mattress
several pictures of Ben, looking startled on the bedside table
(I love that this is a new theme.)
I regularly questioned whether or not to look normal.
and then changes his mind, possibly in a ~sexual way, click.
"Join the hug, Scrubb!" Georgie giggles. "Oh, I don't know," Will says, "you're jabbing me in the eye.
(*snort*)
I'm bisexual and equally attracted to both sexes, but I ended up leaving without having sex.
(This one actually sounds pretty plausible.)
But she is looking at Skandar and Anna are all smiley, and Will P. He keeps turning back, waving, as Will rides him at an awards show afterparty a little ecstasy.
(...Uhhhh.)
a text from Freddie, which reads all cleaned up now? wanna come over? x but she ignores it and just concentrate on how pretty Skandar's profile is.
(She's got her priorities in order!)
They can fool themselves that they'll manage to outwit it, but to describe his first time alone together, and most of the paraphernalia, essential but interchangeable with the rude boys for much longer for them to lay down in her bed like it's embracing them, the heavy bass pounding right through their bones. As they head back as he frowns at her. He can't stand it, can't stand it, can't stand it anymore. And then all there is is Kate Moss, which is a shame.
(This one had me ROLLING. It's the build-up to that ending. OH MAN. All there is is Kate Moss...which is a shame.)
he backs off, pressing the unnecessarily complicated pattern of buttons required for getting to Will's arse.
(DYING.)
Skandar stand awkwardly between the Kills stays the same, only now Kate's body is half-turned as she grins and kisses Skandar again, easing her tongue in his mouth.
(Idk, I'm up for anything that involves Skandar/older woman.)
Skandar knows he should want to just abandon this party, there's nobody who smells like you, who looks freakishly like Mark Ronson, gay cowboys, some dudes having sex in front of his face, or Will's thumb
(Take note, you guys. These are things Skandar considers necessary for parties.)
It gives him a bit. Jamie grabs her by the hips; waist; shoulders at first, backs her up against her chest, to feel his forearms brushing lightly against her crotch, against Will's arse, against what he's doing or not. A fifteen year old man. A sleazy 40 year old ringmaster. I don't even.
(Okay, from what I can gather, this is ringmaster!Jamie/fifteen year old Will/some woman. WHAT.)
Will is managing French at a nearby door.
(I just kind of adore this mental image.)
I love this picspam: I compiled it in the desert somewhere.
(When was this?!)
Greedy, he eases out of the universe.
(I don't know what it is about this sentence but I love it. Easing out of the universe!)
He reaches down too, almost embarrassed at how fucking hard he is, but she gets the majority in her eye, it feels so, so much.
(Lmao oh god.)
Nathan stands in the same way she does, lies there in limbo, lets the anticipation roll deliciously through his hair.
(I think I just like the idea of anticipation rolling through Nathan's hair. Deliciously.)
A/N: I'm...not entirely sure what it is, but it's probably worth laughing at.
(Again, this could easily have been lifted from an actual fic…)
His penis has a relationship and totally gets it.
(Omg lol.)
"Where you going, Eff?" Freddie calls after her as she grins and smacks him across the room for ages
(AHAHA WIN.)
But this can be fixed with a prostitute.
(LOL GOOD ADVICE THERE.)
he barely has a chance to show a giant picture of Alison with Jack's hand clamped to her ass. Alison pushes Jack. She gets in his sweet, warm mouth, and it's all good.
(...can't...even.)
The guy agrees, saying "What's so funny? It's possible!"
Jamie says "It's a miracle I was standing at a table nearby. It's only seconds, of course, before the band started and people then had roles. (...) It doesn't matter how much I love the way that the house is a bit cheap, really, because fuck knows if Effy's even interested in is a Tumblr you should check out this mass of tags. Crazy business. This is a picspam that should basically just have the title 'Alison Mosshart is really hot.' Because that's the booze talking.
Caleb says "No. Maybe. Then again, porn is making me want to embarrass myself. I literally wanted to go back to him again,
And then immediately follows that with a swollen lip for a couple of minutes later to find Anna still paging her way through the building's front door as a group of students are leaving. They give her the side-eye; she gives them the finger.
"Go on then, which one?" says Lily, cracking open a Diet Coke and settling back on the bonfire
(I was just impressed with how this one actually managed to have a vague story-like format.)
I feel like any answers to this are probably just going to make me feel guilty. BUT I STILL WANT TO KNOW.
In other news, the LJ Markov Random Text Generator is always fun, right?
Which is funny, because Alison used to be, delivering it up into Dean. And she only just turned FIFTEEN, fffffffff
(?!?!?!)
LJ thinks it's trying to feed him some wine or something but being all heroic.
(Omg I love it.)
Eventually, Will goes and shoves her head right down to it, brushed his cornsilk moustache against it
(Omg imagine Will with a moustache.)
she's in the morning is this warmth and closeness, the soft feeling of that montrous crest rumbling like a dog.
(I love all the fancy sentences that end with a totally bizarre similes. LIKE A DOG.)
(She spits; slaps him; makes him feel quite sleepy. "Er," says the man, taken aback. He drives on.
Will jerks awake at the end of 1999, so...that's interesting.
The heat is utterly excruciating, closing in on his chest, his heart-they feel good. One more shot each, and then unclasping her bra behind her head, turns away from him. "Do you want to just go ahead. Eventually, he does.
(I actually kind of like this one.)
I also just want to bond with Will , and this has been driving me crazy for ages.
I think it's a wonder the barman cracks open the bottles, one after another after another.
(Apparently, I'm quite easily impressed.)
He pushes up her legs and stroking her. Anna makes a noise of disgust.
(Well, that's...not what you want.)
Skandar cranes his neck and kisses Skandar again, easing her tongue in his pockets for his penis.
(Is this like…Skandar/girl!Skandar?)
Does anyone else feel like they do this thing where we agreed, like, (laughing) when we get inside," Will promises in a movie with Hilary Duff. What? I don't even look at her with passion.
I don't know if I've ever posted before, so I grew a beard and he didn't stand up for the loos.
But everyone here's too drunk to care about their inability to have difficulty breathing.
ain't no cure for the fandom!
(♥)
Skandar feels like a dog.
(I love this one for its simplicity.)
"You're so wet," he breathes out, fingers stroking gently through the building's front door
(OMG WHO IS HAVING SEX WITH A BUILDING.)
that's why all sexual contact during that period of time Skandar starts to organise like a mad sadist as he fucks her, hips pistoning back and speaks the first words, breathy reassuring whispers in amongst his sobs.
(Not gonna lie, I kinda like the sound of this.)
and then trots off to sleep with them like an absolute giant in her friend's ear.
Emily gets down on girls.
(Truth!)
Georgie: I didn't go out. I didn't sleep and I was already a size queen.
(.........)
and love and sex and fandom and basically anything that implies that Ben is awkwardly attempting to prise apart Siamese twins
The girl looks down at his crotch, grinning at Will sheepishly. "He's been hard since we were singing," says Georgie nonchalantly.
(Omg, Georgie.)
and rummaging around for condoms and lube. Finding them, he leaps back onto the depravity…
(This could easily be an actual line from one of my fics, you know.)
In the past, littledivinity and I managed to devour them whole.
(Ahahaha.)
To challenge the necessity of the Narnia folder: amusing macros.
(NO ONE SHOULD CHALLENGE THE NECESSITY OF THAT FOLDER.)
Skandar's watching, but he likes it.
(LOL. Perfect.)
I think I'll just keep posting pictures of Ben, looking startled on the mattress
several pictures of Ben, looking startled on the bedside table
(I love that this is a new theme.)
I regularly questioned whether or not to look normal.
and then changes his mind, possibly in a ~sexual way, click.
"Join the hug, Scrubb!" Georgie giggles. "Oh, I don't know," Will says, "you're jabbing me in the eye.
(*snort*)
I'm bisexual and equally attracted to both sexes, but I ended up leaving without having sex.
(This one actually sounds pretty plausible.)
But she is looking at Skandar and Anna are all smiley, and Will P. He keeps turning back, waving, as Will rides him at an awards show afterparty a little ecstasy.
(...Uhhhh.)
a text from Freddie, which reads all cleaned up now? wanna come over? x but she ignores it and just concentrate on how pretty Skandar's profile is.
(She's got her priorities in order!)
They can fool themselves that they'll manage to outwit it, but to describe his first time alone together, and most of the paraphernalia, essential but interchangeable with the rude boys for much longer for them to lay down in her bed like it's embracing them, the heavy bass pounding right through their bones. As they head back as he frowns at her. He can't stand it, can't stand it, can't stand it anymore. And then all there is is Kate Moss, which is a shame.
(This one had me ROLLING. It's the build-up to that ending. OH MAN. All there is is Kate Moss...which is a shame.)
he backs off, pressing the unnecessarily complicated pattern of buttons required for getting to Will's arse.
(DYING.)
Skandar stand awkwardly between the Kills stays the same, only now Kate's body is half-turned as she grins and kisses Skandar again, easing her tongue in his mouth.
(Idk, I'm up for anything that involves Skandar/older woman.)
Skandar knows he should want to just abandon this party, there's nobody who smells like you, who looks freakishly like Mark Ronson, gay cowboys, some dudes having sex in front of his face, or Will's thumb
(Take note, you guys. These are things Skandar considers necessary for parties.)
It gives him a bit. Jamie grabs her by the hips; waist; shoulders at first, backs her up against her chest, to feel his forearms brushing lightly against her crotch, against Will's arse, against what he's doing or not. A fifteen year old man. A sleazy 40 year old ringmaster. I don't even.
(Okay, from what I can gather, this is ringmaster!Jamie/fifteen year old Will/some woman. WHAT.)
Will is managing French at a nearby door.
(I just kind of adore this mental image.)
I love this picspam: I compiled it in the desert somewhere.
(When was this?!)
Greedy, he eases out of the universe.
(I don't know what it is about this sentence but I love it. Easing out of the universe!)
He reaches down too, almost embarrassed at how fucking hard he is, but she gets the majority in her eye, it feels so, so much.
(Lmao oh god.)
Nathan stands in the same way she does, lies there in limbo, lets the anticipation roll deliciously through his hair.
(I think I just like the idea of anticipation rolling through Nathan's hair. Deliciously.)
A/N: I'm...not entirely sure what it is, but it's probably worth laughing at.
(Again, this could easily have been lifted from an actual fic…)
His penis has a relationship and totally gets it.
(Omg lol.)
"Where you going, Eff?" Freddie calls after her as she grins and smacks him across the room for ages
(AHAHA WIN.)
But this can be fixed with a prostitute.
(LOL GOOD ADVICE THERE.)
he barely has a chance to show a giant picture of Alison with Jack's hand clamped to her ass. Alison pushes Jack. She gets in his sweet, warm mouth, and it's all good.
(...can't...even.)
The guy agrees, saying "What's so funny? It's possible!"
Jamie says "It's a miracle I was standing at a table nearby. It's only seconds, of course, before the band started and people then had roles. (...) It doesn't matter how much I love the way that the house is a bit cheap, really, because fuck knows if Effy's even interested in is a Tumblr you should check out this mass of tags. Crazy business. This is a picspam that should basically just have the title 'Alison Mosshart is really hot.' Because that's the booze talking.
Caleb says "No. Maybe. Then again, porn is making me want to embarrass myself. I literally wanted to go back to him again,
And then immediately follows that with a swollen lip for a couple of minutes later to find Anna still paging her way through the building's front door as a group of students are leaving. They give her the side-eye; she gives them the finger.
"Go on then, which one?" says Lily, cracking open a Diet Coke and settling back on the bonfire
(I was just impressed with how this one actually managed to have a vague story-like format.)