"Does anyone know how to make a noose?"
That awkward moment when you realize it's not a question of if you'll be writing ten fics for The Avengers Tables, but a question of whether you'll be doing angst or kinks. And the even more awkward moment when you realize you'll be doing angst because there's "bondage" in the kink table and you don't do bondage - "in public", "bodily secretions", "breath play" and "object insertion" you would have done without second thought, but no, no bondage. xP
IRL I've spent the weekend suffering for art, a.k.a. my brother's English course project, a four-minute film about two loner-girls meeting and bonding in a post-apocalyptic world. (And that world is freakin' cold right now. I was pretty sure I wouldn't feel my toes ever again.) I played a hanged woman('s corpse) and a cannibal with an axe, yay. I think the result will be somewhat awesome; despite the hilarity of finding our inner cannibals, I nearly cried at the dialogue. <3
IRL I've spent the weekend suffering for art, a.k.a. my brother's English course project, a four-minute film about two loner-girls meeting and bonding in a post-apocalyptic world. (And that world is freakin' cold right now. I was pretty sure I wouldn't feel my toes ever again.) I played a hanged woman('s corpse) and a cannibal with an axe, yay. I think the result will be somewhat awesome; despite the hilarity of finding our inner cannibals, I nearly cried at the dialogue. <3