not the girl you used to know
So the current conflict of our lives here is: do we go to the two hour Mauy Thai kickboxing class, or do we go the the fireplay fetish demo? FIREPLAY, guys. Then again, kickboxing. I don't know. Our friend is the demo dolly for the fireplay, too, and she does make lovely little pain noises all the time, but. Kicking people is important, too. Let's see how I feel in an hour.
In fetish speak, by the way, I am a sadomasochistic dominant*, if you're into fiddly technical definitions like that. I'm sure you are all very surprised.
But whatever, who cares about my sexual preferences when there is searing XMFC fic? AND THERE IS, so it is rec post time, children of the atom.
etirabys has written all of the meta I could possibly have about this fandom in fic form, and it is fucking beautiful, and you can read it here. Consistently, etirabys is the kind of writer that gives you characters in a world where their ideas and actions have consequences and weight, and so they, as well as the world, feel real.
Also, Emma fucking Frost is brilliant in this, and that would be enough for me all by itself.
Emma Frost takes one look at her and sneers.
Raven- Mystique, she corrects herself in her head- bristles. Emma was in prison for two weeks. She doesn't look that hot either.
"It's not your skin, sweetie," Frost says. She's casually invasive in a way that Charles never was, at least not for a decade, and it sends a shock through her. "It's you."
Oh, god. Go love her forever. Go. I cannot keep her all to myself; it would be too selfish. This somehow wants to make me blast Christina Aguilera's Still Dirrty, which is, by the way, one of my favorite songs in the world. Oh, god. Everything. SO IN LOVE.
* - For the record, I am also dating a sadomasochistic dominant, which is complicated, but, in our personal case, awesome
eta: this has nothing to do with anything, but, uh, this is a thread about--something something, gun laws, something, personal safety, something? On a background of Kane and Luca.
In fetish speak, by the way, I am a sadomasochistic dominant*, if you're into fiddly technical definitions like that. I'm sure you are all very surprised.
But whatever, who cares about my sexual preferences when there is searing XMFC fic? AND THERE IS, so it is rec post time, children of the atom.
etirabys has written all of the meta I could possibly have about this fandom in fic form, and it is fucking beautiful, and you can read it here. Consistently, etirabys is the kind of writer that gives you characters in a world where their ideas and actions have consequences and weight, and so they, as well as the world, feel real.
Also, Emma fucking Frost is brilliant in this, and that would be enough for me all by itself.
Emma Frost takes one look at her and sneers.
Raven- Mystique, she corrects herself in her head- bristles. Emma was in prison for two weeks. She doesn't look that hot either.
"It's not your skin, sweetie," Frost says. She's casually invasive in a way that Charles never was, at least not for a decade, and it sends a shock through her. "It's you."
Oh, god. Go love her forever. Go. I cannot keep her all to myself; it would be too selfish. This somehow wants to make me blast Christina Aguilera's Still Dirrty, which is, by the way, one of my favorite songs in the world. Oh, god. Everything. SO IN LOVE.
* - For the record, I am also dating a sadomasochistic dominant, which is complicated, but, in our personal case, awesome
eta: this has nothing to do with anything, but, uh, this is a thread about--something something, gun laws, something, personal safety, something? On a background of Kane and Luca.