call me back when your boyfriend is gone
Man, there's nothing worse* than a misplaced baby (eta: as in a term of endearment, not an actual, real, live infant) in a sex scene to throw me right out. I mean, I get that it can be endearing or hot in the right circumstances and with the right characters (for values of "right" that equal "circumstances or characters where that works for me"), but I find when it comes out the first time two people have sex with each other - especially in a story where they never expected to be having sex with the person they're having it with until they started having it - that it just sounds like they forgot the other person's name. Also, I can't help but think of numerous characters who would either bust out laughing or start mocking the other person if it were to happen, or both, especially in those first time circumstances. (Once, a long time ago, I was supposed to write a story where Dean called Sam "baby" the first time they had sex and Sam just couldn't stop laughing. He was all, "Is that what you call your lady friends? Seriously? You say my name a million times a day, but right this second, you couldn't remember it?" And Dean is just like, "Shut up.")
Well, no, that's not true - much, much worse than a misplaced baby is and always will be lover. I'm sorry, I just can't stop snickering uncontrollably and hearing, "he's my LOVAAAAAAAH." Completely kills the mood. (with exceptions for where it might be appropriate for characters Of A Certain Age or in historical fiction.)
*disclaimer: HYPERBOLE!
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All week I've been a day ahead of myself, so imagine my disappointment this morning when I realized that today was not, in fact, Friday. (I imagine it will only be worse when I wake up tomorrow and it's not Saturday.) Then I cheered myself up with the idea that there would be new Community tonight, until I checked the schedule and saw that no, there would not be. Sigh. My life, so hard.
I felt bereft last night when I realized I had no more Community left to watch, and sat on the couch reading bad fanfic and bemoaning my inability to write any kind of caper fic instead of doing anything productive.
Maybe tonight I'll start my rewatch of season 1 of Veronica Mars. (I only ever rewatch - I only even own - season 1.)
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This exceptionally boring entry has been sitting here since 11 am, so I am just going to hit post and then I'm going to brave the freezing cold in search of an iced coffee so that I don't fall asleep at my desk while I collate.
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Well, no, that's not true - much, much worse than a misplaced baby is and always will be lover. I'm sorry, I just can't stop snickering uncontrollably and hearing, "he's my LOVAAAAAAAH." Completely kills the mood. (with exceptions for where it might be appropriate for characters Of A Certain Age or in historical fiction.)
*disclaimer: HYPERBOLE!
***
All week I've been a day ahead of myself, so imagine my disappointment this morning when I realized that today was not, in fact, Friday. (I imagine it will only be worse when I wake up tomorrow and it's not Saturday.) Then I cheered myself up with the idea that there would be new Community tonight, until I checked the schedule and saw that no, there would not be. Sigh. My life, so hard.
I felt bereft last night when I realized I had no more Community left to watch, and sat on the couch reading bad fanfic and bemoaning my inability to write any kind of caper fic instead of doing anything productive.
Maybe tonight I'll start my rewatch of season 1 of Veronica Mars. (I only ever rewatch - I only even own - season 1.)
***
This exceptionally boring entry has been sitting here since 11 am, so I am just going to hit post and then I'm going to brave the freezing cold in search of an iced coffee so that I don't fall asleep at my desk while I collate.
***
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/291942.html.
people have commented there.