He was still inside her, like a lifeline, an umbilical chord.
Not enough oedipal ewwwwww in the world for that last bit of imagery.
Sir? I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.
Zoe ,'The Train Job'
Fan Fiction II: Great story! Where's the sequel?
This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.
Anne W. - Jun 27, 2005 9:30:41 am PDT #341 of 10434
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
P.M. Marc - Jun 27, 2005 10:11:16 am PDT #342 of 10434
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Not to be pedantic, but the cord itself is part of an external device. And has no H.
Trust me on this one. I clean the depricated port daily.
amych - Jun 27, 2005 11:11:45 am PDT #343 of 10434
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
serial or parallel?
P.M. Marc - Jun 27, 2005 11:20:06 am PDT #344 of 10434
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Pretty certain it's parallel.
Susan W. - Jun 28, 2005 3:42:19 pm PDT #345 of 10434
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
OK, just discovered this: [link]
It's Doctor Who, 9th Doctor, but nonspoilery, and such a good send-up of all the usual fanfic scenarios for manipulating characters into bed without actually doing the work of getting them from vague UST to shagging like bunnies via character developement that I think it'd be funny even if you're totally unfamiliar with the show.
“Right. So why d’you want to shag this time?”
“Well, I have a very conflicted soul, you know, Rose. Gallifrey go boom, and all that. And we just saved this planet. Also, we almost died earlier. Not to mention that big fight we were just having. And have you fully explored my weird alien biology yet?”
“Isn’t this mixing up a few scenarios, Doctor?”
Lyra Jane - Jun 29, 2005 4:35:23 am PDT #346 of 10434
Up with the sun
Her hands held on to the chair as she bounced rapidly on the hard rod that slid in and out of her very wet hub.
That is one of the least sexy bits of imagery ever. It sounds like they're assembling IKEA furniture and using too much WD-40.
sumi - Jun 29, 2005 6:09:27 am PDT #347 of 10434
Art Crawl!!!
LJ! Bwah!
askye - Jun 29, 2005 8:32:32 am PDT #348 of 10434
Thrive to spite them
Reading that makes me wonder what horrible-ness she'll come up wtih next.
I keep expecting something like:
She was a carnival of emotions --- her desire strobbed through her like a ferris wheel. Her mind dizzy like too many trips on the tiltawhirl as he slid his joy rod into her happy fun spot.
Dana - Jun 29, 2005 9:11:43 am PDT #349 of 10434
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Oh, I sense a competition looming. The worst bad-Nikita-writer-like similie/metaphor you can come up with.
Dana - Jun 29, 2005 9:15:25 am PDT #350 of 10434
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
She thrummed like a subwoofer and begged him to strip her speaker wires. He pulled out his multi-purpose tool and lubricated it, proving who was her handyman.