You have a knack for reminding me how much I love Viggo. :) This is great, especially the last one. [giggle]
Viggo knew how to take the piss, just like anyone else, and the words he'd written and scratched out were good for a laugh. But some little part of Sean's brain thought that maybe Viggo wasn't completely going for the joke on that one.
Very eloquent, Sean. You know, someone who's just trying to take the piss out of a mate on the cross-outs wouldn't have used that second "G" word. [raised eyebrow]
a constant feeling of having somehow accidentally signed up to do a big-budget porn film.
LOL! You definitely had me cracking up on this. :D Hey, if even 1% of the fanfic stories were true, they never would've had time to film anything but sex! ;)
The day he'd left, Orlando had cautiously offered a handshake, but Sean had taken Viggo's advice and pulled the kid into a hug.
Go, Sean!
Once the Hobbits discovered that Orlando wasn't getting his ribs crushed, the Hobbits jumped in to get their share. One minute later and Sean was lying on the ground, spread-eagled, underneath a pile of squirmy Elf and Hobbits whose collective weight turned out to be substantial enough to knock the breath out of his lungs.
Nah, they're just rehearsing for the sword-lesson scene. ;)
for once not feeling nauseous as the plane dipped
Umm, "nauseous" isn't the word you want. Really. You want "nauseated" there. I know, I know, everyone uses "nauseous," but look it up and see what you've actually been saying all your life whenever you wanted to let people know you felt sick. ;)
Had he actually washed three weeks' worth of coffee mugs and cereal bowls?
Hey! Hey! Have you been snooping around my place?! [suspicious glance]
even worse if it had been easy enough and they hadn't missed him at all.
Awww, Sean. [sigh] Don't be a dufus. [hug]
"Contraband," Sean said in a low voice. "Thought I'd try to win favor with everyone again by bribing them with imported presents."
Crikey! Sean Bean arrested at the Wellington Airport fer smuggling! Film at eleven, mates!
"We've got to drop the luggage, first, if that's all right."
Viggo shook his head. "I'm just up here. C'mon. Orli's at your place, and there's probably a Hobbit or two lying in wait for you with him. Don't you want a drink first, steel yourself for it?"
Nonono! I want all your luggage at my pla-- I mean [cough] you really want a drink first, right? [innocent glance]
including the black pair of briefs on the bathroom doorknob that Sean was trying very hard to not take notice of.
Five says Viggo just bought 'em yesterday and hung 'em there this evening. Any takers...? [grin]
Sean set his own beer down and then picked up a piece of cardboard that was lying next to it, where it looked as if Viggo had written poetry with jam or syrup or something food-related.
LOL! Only Viggo....
"My pen ran out," Viggo said, as if that explained everything.
Of course. Makes perfect sense. When I was in school I carried a jar of grape jelly in my briefcase in case my rollerball went dry during an essay exam. [straight-faced nod]
Instead he put a hand around the back of Sean's head, fingers scratching through the hair there for a few moments, before he pulled Sean forward and planted a kiss softly on his forehead.
Awwwwww. [misty smile]
I can't help it, really. I'm just a sucker for mush. :)
Normally he would have been embarrassed by such a display, but somehow with Viggo it seemed okay.
And that means...? [raised eyebrow] Come on, Sean, we're way beyond hotness now! [glares and waves her rock painted with YOU THINK VIGGO'S HOT.] Damn, I'm going to have to repaint my rock. [heavy sigh]
"Do you want to change first, clean up a little?"
Wanna get naked in my trailer? Um, er, I mean... shower! Right, want to rinse the dust off? [bright, helpful smile]
a ribbed t-shirt that would be tight enough to make the wrinkles disappear when he put it on.
Of course that's his only reason for wanting to wear a T-shirt that tight. Uh-huh. Makes perfect sense. :) I think his subconscious is still working overtime to make up for the snoozeness of his frontal lobe.
trying not to wonder if Viggo had been staring at him the whole time he'd been bent over his suitcase.
Heck, Sean, no need to wonder about that.
He seemed confused. "I planned on putting those on this morning, now that I think about it." He looked down, pulling his waistband out, and then letting out a small noise of surprise. "Well. Guess I forgot."
Uh-huh. And you opened and closed the bathroom door this morning without ever noticing what you were holding. Right. I do it all the time.
but then changed his mind when he realized he'd forgotten one important item for his change of clothes.
And there's that subconscious working again! Sean needs to buy it a keg of whatever its favorite beer is, once this is all worked out. :)
"Mi casa es su casa!"
Mis pantalonitos son tu pantalonitos? [grin]
He wondered if Viggo wore these type often, which somehow led to a picture forming in his mind of Viggo in these particular briefs, and there it was, his own image in the mirror coloring to a nice blushing pink.
[snicker]
For some insane reason, he couldn't stop focusing on the fact that Viggo had been in this particular pair, and now Sean was inside them.
LMAO! Poor Sean! Viggo'd be dancing with glee if he knew how well the underwear trick was paying off. :D I'll bet even his subconscious never imagined it'd go this far!
And Sean was going to repay that by prancing out of his toilet in stolen underwear with an obscene hard-on.
Yep, sounds like an excellent payback to me. Wanna ask Viggo and see what he thinks? [helpful smile]
"Totally ready. I'm not worried, because I'm letting you walk in first."
That way, all the way to your trailer I can look at your ass and imagine my underwear clinging to every curve and... umm, well, they'll want to greet you first, right? I'd only be in the way, going ahead. [lame look of sincerity]
"I don’t believe you. You're just messing with my mind. I have this feeling they're hanging outside the window, and everyone walking by is going to see them, and tomorrow Dom will come on set with them on his head or something."
LOL! You know, as Viggo!excuses go, this one's actually plausible? [grin]
Viggo looked like he was trying to hold back a grin. "Nope, don't believe you."
Come on, come on, unzip already!!
And with that he reached down into his jeans, searching out the little strip of waistband that was gliding over his right hip. When he found it, he used his thumb to stretch it upwards, so Viggo could see it above the top of his jeans. "Satisfied?"
"Satisfied?" Sean squeaked, having given himself a major wedgie.
Viggo gestured for him to set everything back down. "Leave it. Say hi to them first and then we'll come back and get your stuff later."
No, no! I worked hard to get your luggage into my place and you're not taking it now! I mean, urm, you need your hands free! Right, free hands!
"You're not gonna stretch those out on me, are you? They're my favorite pair."
[busts a gut snickering!]
Sean tried to look offended. "Are you implying that I'm fat?"
NO, Sean, that is NOT what he's implying. [poke]
Sean felt his cock twitch and he took a step back. Fuck. Guess he noticed after all. "Sometimes..." he started, then faltered, staring back at Viggo.
"Yeah?" Viggo moved closer again.
"Sometimes I'm not sure if you're being serious or not."
[sigh] He comes so close, so close, so often.... [scream!]
And Sean didn't know why he said it, or why his heart was suddenly beating so hard.
Tell Sean I can write him an essay if he wants. I even promise not to use any words with more than two syllables. :/
Sean suddenly realized with the utmost clarity that it'd been foolish of him to try to out-flirt Viggo. He was way out of his depth on this one, and it was doing strange things to his mind and body that he hadn't quite figured out yet.
Yes, Sean. We know. [rolling eyes] Forget the rock. I need a club. A big one. With railroad spikes stuck through the business end. [glower]
His friend looked a little less confident than he had just a minute before, almost disappointed, in fact, and Sean began to worry that he'd somehow hurt Viggo's feelings.
No! Ya think? [stare]
"Those underwear actually weren't clean."
[snarfle!] Jeez, woman, give us a hint to put our drinks down, wouldja?!?! [laugh!]
OK, so. Party at Sean and Orlando's. Sean gets good and sloshed. The party won't break up until really late, and Sean has to go back to Viggo's place 'cause his luggage is there. And of course, once they're there, there's no sense Sean hauling all his stuff home while plastered, right? Hey, why not stay here for the night? No, no, I don't mind at all!
[grin] OK, tell Viggo!muse that if he can't make some headway tonight, with this setup he's so expertly concocted, I'm going to wash my hands of him. :D
This is fun! I'm starting to feel like the MST3K guy! :D
Angie, who's discovered that her new purpose in life is to make Shriney laugh ;)
Tell Sean I can write him an essay if he wants. I even promise not to use any words with more than two syllables. :/
heee...I think Viggo's already written one... :P
I need a club. A big one. With railroad spikes stuck through the business end. [glower]
LOL and EEK! *puts metal helmet on Sean* He'll get there, give the boy a chance! :P
[grin] OK, tell Viggo!muse that if he can't make some headway tonight, with this setup he's so expertly concocted, I'm going to wash my hands of him. :D
Give the guy a break....look what he has to work with!! *G*
Angie, who's discovered that her new purpose in life is to make Shriney laugh ;)
And you succeed admirably, m'dear! *hugs* *giggle* Thanks for all the fb!!
LOL...your dedication to detailed fb is amazing...*is in awe*
I'm so glad you liked the little word puzzles...it's part of what took me so long--to put them together, and then to decide whether to leave them in or not. Just could NOT decide if I should use them or not, but I did want it to be a loveable Vig moment and a way for Sean's subconscious to once again express itself better than he does. *G*
And that's so true about the fanfic sex/filming ratio...hee...but I do recall someone from LOTR saying that there was a time during filming when suddenly everyone started shagging like bunnies and all you heard at night was slamming doors in the hotel from people sneaking into each other's rooms...heh...
I actually did look up nauseous in my Webster's and #1 is "affected with nausea; nauseated: to feel nauseous." There's also a big paragraph about the usage:
The two literal senses of nauseous, "causing nausea" and "affected with nausea", appear in English at almost the same time in the early 17th century, and both senses are in standard use at the present time. Nauseous is more common than nauseated in the sense "affected with nausea," despite recent objections by those who imagine the sense to be new. In the sense "causing nausea," either literally or figuratively, nauseating has become more common than nauseous.
I've seen it both ways, but I've got Webster's permission to use "nauseous". :P Do keep checking on me, though...sometimes I get a little zonky with my suffixes and create new words...heee...
Glad I struck a cord about the dishes...I actually started out with "beer mugs and chip bowls", thinking of Orli having parties, but then I thought that it was unlikely any of the guys would take the time to pour beer into a glass or put chips in a bowl...so it migrated to coffee and cereal. I have no idea if Orlando eats cereal--the only breakfast I've ever seen him eating is egg whites, but for some reason I always picture him with a bowl of Cheerios or something...must be that whole childlike image thing... :P Now that I think about it, though, he doesn't like milk so that prolly takes cereal off the table...ah well...we'll just call it an AU...lol...
Crikey! Sean Bean arrested at the Wellington Airport fer smuggling! Film at eleven, mates!
*HOWLS* lol...hey, any PR is good PR, right? :P
Only Viggo knows how new the undies are...mwahahahaa...
When I was in school I carried a jar of grape jelly in my briefcase in case my rollerball went dry during an essay exam. [straight-faced nod]
Please explain or I will be forced to say you are fibbing!! :P
I just had to get that out of my system. [cough]
Sexy Sensible
Edible Eloquent
Adorable Artistic
Naked Naked
You have a knack for reminding me how much I love Viggo. :) This is great, especially the last one. [giggle]
Viggo knew how to take the piss, just like anyone else, and the words he'd written and scratched out were good for a laugh. But some little part of Sean's brain thought that maybe Viggo wasn't completely going for the joke on that one.
Yes? So...? [encouraging smile]
Virile Vibrant
Irresistible Inspiring
Gorgeous Generous
Gentle Genius
Orgasmic Orgiastic
Very eloquent, Sean. You know, someone who's just trying to take the piss out of a mate on the cross-outs wouldn't have used that second "G" word. [raised eyebrow]
a constant feeling of having somehow accidentally signed up to do a big-budget porn film.
LOL! You definitely had me cracking up on this. :D Hey, if even 1% of the fanfic stories were true, they never would've had time to film anything but sex! ;)
The day he'd left, Orlando had cautiously offered a handshake, but Sean had taken Viggo's advice and pulled the kid into a hug.
Go, Sean!
Once the Hobbits discovered that Orlando wasn't getting his ribs crushed, the Hobbits jumped in to get their share. One minute later and Sean was lying on the ground, spread-eagled, underneath a pile of squirmy Elf and Hobbits whose collective weight turned out to be substantial enough to knock the breath out of his lungs.
Nah, they're just rehearsing for the sword-lesson scene. ;)
for once not feeling nauseous as the plane dipped
Umm, "nauseous" isn't the word you want. Really. You want "nauseated" there. I know, I know, everyone uses "nauseous," but look it up and see what you've actually been saying all your life whenever you wanted to let people know you felt sick. ;)
Had he actually washed three weeks' worth of coffee mugs and cereal bowls?
Hey! Hey! Have you been snooping around my place?! [suspicious glance]
even worse if it had been easy enough and they hadn't missed him at all.
Awww, Sean. [sigh] Don't be a dufus. [hug]
"Contraband," Sean said in a low voice. "Thought I'd try to win favor with everyone again by bribing them with imported presents."
Crikey! Sean Bean arrested at the Wellington Airport fer smuggling! Film at eleven, mates!
"We've got to drop the luggage, first, if that's all right."
Viggo shook his head. "I'm just up here. C'mon. Orli's at your place, and there's probably a Hobbit or two lying in wait for you with him. Don't you want a drink first, steel yourself for it?"
Nonono! I want all your luggage at my pla-- I mean [cough] you really want a drink first, right? [innocent glance]
including the black pair of briefs on the bathroom doorknob that Sean was trying very hard to not take notice of.
Five says Viggo just bought 'em yesterday and hung 'em there this evening. Any takers...? [grin]
Sean set his own beer down and then picked up a piece of cardboard that was lying next to it, where it looked as if Viggo had written poetry with jam or syrup or something food-related.
LOL! Only Viggo....
"My pen ran out," Viggo said, as if that explained everything.
Of course. Makes perfect sense. When I was in school I carried a jar of grape jelly in my briefcase in case my rollerball went dry during an essay exam. [straight-faced nod]
[Continued on Second Rock...]
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Instead he put a hand around the back of Sean's head, fingers scratching through the hair there for a few moments, before he pulled Sean forward and planted a kiss softly on his forehead.
Awwwwww. [misty smile]
I can't help it, really. I'm just a sucker for mush. :)
Normally he would have been embarrassed by such a display, but somehow with Viggo it seemed okay.
And that means...? [raised eyebrow] Come on, Sean, we're way beyond hotness now! [glares and waves her rock painted with YOU THINK VIGGO'S HOT.] Damn, I'm going to have to repaint my rock. [heavy sigh]
"Do you want to change first, clean up a little?"
Wanna get naked in my trailer? Um, er, I mean... shower! Right, want to rinse the dust off? [bright, helpful smile]
a ribbed t-shirt that would be tight enough to make the wrinkles disappear when he put it on.
Of course that's his only reason for wanting to wear a T-shirt that tight. Uh-huh. Makes perfect sense. :) I think his subconscious is still working overtime to make up for the snoozeness of his frontal lobe.
trying not to wonder if Viggo had been staring at him the whole time he'd been bent over his suitcase.
Heck, Sean, no need to wonder about that.
He seemed confused. "I planned on putting those on this morning, now that I think about it." He looked down, pulling his waistband out, and then letting out a small noise of surprise. "Well. Guess I forgot."
Uh-huh. And you opened and closed the bathroom door this morning without ever noticing what you were holding. Right. I do it all the time.
but then changed his mind when he realized he'd forgotten one important item for his change of clothes.
And there's that subconscious working again! Sean needs to buy it a keg of whatever its favorite beer is, once this is all worked out. :)
"Mi casa es su casa!"
Mis pantalonitos son tu pantalonitos? [grin]
He wondered if Viggo wore these type often, which somehow led to a picture forming in his mind of Viggo in these particular briefs, and there it was, his own image in the mirror coloring to a nice blushing pink.
[snicker]
For some insane reason, he couldn't stop focusing on the fact that Viggo had been in this particular pair, and now Sean was inside them.
LMAO! Poor Sean! Viggo'd be dancing with glee if he knew how well the underwear trick was paying off. :D I'll bet even his subconscious never imagined it'd go this far!
And Sean was going to repay that by prancing out of his toilet in stolen underwear with an obscene hard-on.
Yep, sounds like an excellent payback to me. Wanna ask Viggo and see what he thinks? [helpful smile]
"Totally ready. I'm not worried, because I'm letting you walk in first."
That way, all the way to your trailer I can look at your ass and imagine my underwear clinging to every curve and... umm, well, they'll want to greet you first, right? I'd only be in the way, going ahead. [lame look of sincerity]
"I don’t believe you. You're just messing with my mind. I have this feeling they're hanging outside the window, and everyone walking by is going to see them, and tomorrow Dom will come on set with them on his head or something."
LOL! You know, as Viggo!excuses go, this one's actually plausible? [grin]
Viggo looked like he was trying to hold back a grin. "Nope, don't believe you."
Come on, come on, unzip already!!
And with that he reached down into his jeans, searching out the little strip of waistband that was gliding over his right hip. When he found it, he used his thumb to stretch it upwards, so Viggo could see it above the top of his jeans. "Satisfied?"
"Satisfied?" Sean squeaked, having given himself a major wedgie.
Viggo gestured for him to set everything back down. "Leave it. Say hi to them first and then we'll come back and get your stuff later."
No, no! I worked hard to get your luggage into my place and you're not taking it now! I mean, urm, you need your hands free! Right, free hands!
[Continued on Third Rock...]
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"You're not gonna stretch those out on me, are you? They're my favorite pair."
[busts a gut snickering!]
Sean tried to look offended. "Are you implying that I'm fat?"
NO, Sean, that is NOT what he's implying. [poke]
Sean felt his cock twitch and he took a step back. Fuck. Guess he noticed after all. "Sometimes..." he started, then faltered, staring back at Viggo.
"Yeah?" Viggo moved closer again.
"Sometimes I'm not sure if you're being serious or not."
[sigh] He comes so close, so close, so often.... [scream!]
And Sean didn't know why he said it, or why his heart was suddenly beating so hard.
Tell Sean I can write him an essay if he wants. I even promise not to use any words with more than two syllables. :/
Sean suddenly realized with the utmost clarity that it'd been foolish of him to try to out-flirt Viggo. He was way out of his depth on this one, and it was doing strange things to his mind and body that he hadn't quite figured out yet.
Yes, Sean. We know. [rolling eyes] Forget the rock. I need a club. A big one. With railroad spikes stuck through the business end. [glower]
His friend looked a little less confident than he had just a minute before, almost disappointed, in fact, and Sean began to worry that he'd somehow hurt Viggo's feelings.
No! Ya think? [stare]
"Those underwear actually weren't clean."
[snarfle!] Jeez, woman, give us a hint to put our drinks down, wouldja?!?! [laugh!]
OK, so. Party at Sean and Orlando's. Sean gets good and sloshed. The party won't break up until really late, and Sean has to go back to Viggo's place 'cause his luggage is there. And of course, once they're there, there's no sense Sean hauling all his stuff home while plastered, right? Hey, why not stay here for the night? No, no, I don't mind at all!
[grin] OK, tell Viggo!muse that if he can't make some headway tonight, with this setup he's so expertly concocted, I'm going to wash my hands of him. :D
This is fun! I'm starting to feel like the MST3K guy! :D
Angie, who's discovered that her new purpose in life is to make Shriney laugh ;)
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heee...I think Viggo's already written one... :P
I need a club. A big one. With railroad spikes stuck through the business end. [glower]
LOL and EEK! *puts metal helmet on Sean* He'll get there, give the boy a chance! :P
[grin] OK, tell Viggo!muse that if he can't make some headway tonight, with this setup he's so expertly concocted, I'm going to wash my hands of him. :D
Give the guy a break....look what he has to work with!! *G*
Angie, who's discovered that her new purpose in life is to make Shriney laugh ;)
And you succeed admirably, m'dear! *hugs* *giggle* Thanks for all the fb!!
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...Damn, I'm going to have to repaint my rock
ROTFLMAO!! OMG!! LOL...yes, it's not just about the hotness now...I'm sneaky like that... :P
Mis pantalonitos son tu pantalonitos? [grin]
*snicker* Exactly!
This IS so much like MST3K...lol...I love all your knowing comments to the boys...hee...
And you KNOW Dom would happily show up to work the next day with Viggo's underpants on his head...lol...
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I'm so glad you liked the little word puzzles...it's part of what took me so long--to put them together, and then to decide whether to leave them in or not. Just could NOT decide if I should use them or not, but I did want it to be a loveable Vig moment and a way for Sean's subconscious to once again express itself better than he does. *G*
And that's so true about the fanfic sex/filming ratio...hee...but I do recall someone from LOTR saying that there was a time during filming when suddenly everyone started shagging like bunnies and all you heard at night was slamming doors in the hotel from people sneaking into each other's rooms...heh...
I actually did look up nauseous in my Webster's and #1 is "affected with nausea; nauseated: to feel nauseous." There's also a big paragraph about the usage:
The two literal senses of nauseous, "causing nausea" and "affected with nausea", appear in English at almost the same time in the early 17th century, and both senses are in standard use at the present time. Nauseous is more common than nauseated in the sense "affected with nausea," despite recent objections by those who imagine the sense to be new. In the sense "causing nausea," either literally or figuratively, nauseating has become more common than nauseous.
I've seen it both ways, but I've got Webster's permission to use "nauseous". :P Do keep checking on me, though...sometimes I get a little zonky with my suffixes and create new words...heee...
Glad I struck a cord about the dishes...I actually started out with "beer mugs and chip bowls", thinking of Orli having parties, but then I thought that it was unlikely any of the guys would take the time to pour beer into a glass or put chips in a bowl...so it migrated to coffee and cereal. I have no idea if Orlando eats cereal--the only breakfast I've ever seen him eating is egg whites, but for some reason I always picture him with a bowl of Cheerios or something...must be that whole childlike image thing... :P Now that I think about it, though, he doesn't like milk so that prolly takes cereal off the table...ah well...we'll just call it an AU...lol...
Crikey! Sean Bean arrested at the Wellington Airport fer smuggling! Film at eleven, mates!
*HOWLS* lol...hey, any PR is good PR, right? :P
Only Viggo knows how new the undies are...mwahahahaa...
When I was in school I carried a jar of grape jelly in my briefcase in case my rollerball went dry during an essay exam. [straight-faced nod]
Please explain or I will be forced to say you are fibbing!! :P
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