turquoise is not green, alas.
Holy crap, this city loves St. Patrick's Day. On the drive/walk between the sushi place and my apartment, at 7pm, I saw:
In conclusion, everyone is drunk. High five, Calgary.
So, in news more relevant to the internet, I'm halfway through Watchmen and I just watched Brideshead Revisited, which tore my heart out and ripped it up and now my pulse-pounding lust for Matthew Goode as a various assortment of canon-gay or canon-willing-to-fake-gay-if-necessary characters is busting up my uterus something awful.
I think the willing-to-fake-gay thing needs to be a more common trope in fic. Willing to fake gay for the sake of their friendship [until it reaches the breaking point with messy results]. Willing to fake gay for money or popularity [until someone gets outed as a self-serving asshole]. Willing to fake gay until anything better comes along [but how could there be anything better?]. It adds something to the UST, I think. Agonizing one-sidedness. I obviously need to ponder this more deeply, especially as I read the book, which is by wikipedia's account considerably more ambiguous regarding any potential boytouching. I honestly can't stop thinking about the ~~angst of this particular scenario. I have been brooding about it for an entire day, yo.
Probably the delayed gratification is part of it. In 1920s Oxford, anal is maybe not the first thing that comes to mind when on an outing with your sodomite boyfriends, or maybe it is. But Sebastian is certainly a chaste, or self-denying, or masochistic, or maybe just childish character, and he's not mounting and groping Charles like I would otherwise hope. Which cuts Charles some slack on the makeouts front, which Charles badly needs because all he has to entice this kid - this lordling who has everything Charles has ever wanted - is a pretty pair of green eyes and an ugly flannel suit.
So they can swim naked and play chess in the bath and just be friends? That's some crazy denial, even for a repressed Catholic. I think maybe the situation and power dynamic between the characters is too unique to be easily replicated in, idk, 20k of Panic-as-vegan-indie-gaymos. But I am so eager to do something with it. It's breaking my freaking heart, anyway.
This is my problem. I love small fandoms with too much fervour. At the very least I should find a way to insert some kind of Brideshead stutter into an Ozymandias-bangs-everyone story.
On that note, anyone got any good Ozymandias-bangs-everyone stories? B/c I would like to see them nao, yes.
- a pair of young long-locked gentlemen, one of whom copped a leprechaun accent and said "And a happy St. Paddy's day to you fine folks!" while doffing his hat in a practiced bow as he swept past. A google imagesearch for top of the mornin to ye yielded this fine fellow, who can stand in as a semi-accurate visual. Except the hat was a bowler and he was wearing a cape (?).
- a very angry-looking young lady in expensive 4 inch pumps and green and white wide-horizontal-striped tights, stalking down the street towards whatever faux-pub might stand to serve her green beer.
- a young lady smoking outside of Bob the Fish in American Apparel kelly green piped running hot pants and matching soccer socks: considerably less sexy than these pictures would imply. But who am I to judge? I'd just go for the cranberry/army, amirite?
- a herd of street-crossing pubgoers: anywhere else in this city stepping off the sidewalk is guaranteed to get you mowed down like a blade of uppity grass, but in my neighbourhood? The drunks rule with sloppy iron fists.
- a guy in a floppy Guinness hat, also drunk: I flipped him the bird because Guinness fucking sucks;
- a girl in a plastic green hat on her way out of the house (she bought this thing? she kept it all year and busted it out now? she's not going to keep it in her bag till she gets a few pints in her?);
- a staggeringly drunk girl in white cargo pants and a cut-off green linebacker top, toddling down the street with some guy, plastered while still in broad daylight. They stopped for a long moment on the street corner as we were turning into our place, and I had to say to Owen, "Keep your eyes on the road, I promise I'll tell you if she pukes."
In conclusion, everyone is drunk. High five, Calgary.
So, in news more relevant to the internet, I'm halfway through Watchmen and I just watched Brideshead Revisited, which tore my heart out and ripped it up and now my pulse-pounding lust for Matthew Goode as a various assortment of canon-gay or canon-willing-to-fake-gay-if-necessary characters is busting up my uterus something awful.
I think the willing-to-fake-gay thing needs to be a more common trope in fic. Willing to fake gay for the sake of their friendship [until it reaches the breaking point with messy results]. Willing to fake gay for money or popularity [until someone gets outed as a self-serving asshole]. Willing to fake gay until anything better comes along [but how could there be anything better?]. It adds something to the UST, I think. Agonizing one-sidedness. I obviously need to ponder this more deeply, especially as I read the book, which is by wikipedia's account considerably more ambiguous regarding any potential boytouching. I honestly can't stop thinking about the ~~angst of this particular scenario. I have been brooding about it for an entire day, yo.
Probably the delayed gratification is part of it. In 1920s Oxford, anal is maybe not the first thing that comes to mind when on an outing with your sodomite boyfriends, or maybe it is. But Sebastian is certainly a chaste, or self-denying, or masochistic, or maybe just childish character, and he's not mounting and groping Charles like I would otherwise hope. Which cuts Charles some slack on the makeouts front, which Charles badly needs because all he has to entice this kid - this lordling who has everything Charles has ever wanted - is a pretty pair of green eyes and an ugly flannel suit.
So they can swim naked and play chess in the bath and just be friends? That's some crazy denial, even for a repressed Catholic. I think maybe the situation and power dynamic between the characters is too unique to be easily replicated in, idk, 20k of Panic-as-vegan-indie-gaymos. But I am so eager to do something with it. It's breaking my freaking heart, anyway.
This is my problem. I love small fandoms with too much fervour. At the very least I should find a way to insert some kind of Brideshead stutter into an Ozymandias-bangs-everyone story.
On that note, anyone got any good Ozymandias-bangs-everyone stories? B/c I would like to see them nao, yes.