I love Victor's Dru.
Is the title of that bit from "Rattlesnakes"? That's my favorite cover off Strange Little Girls. Haven't heard the original though...
Chapter 5? Yep. It's mine, too. I love Lloyd Cole, but somehow also fail to have the original. Not sure how that happened.
The title of the whole is from "Virginia", and I'm listening to a live version of it right now, AIFG. The live version of Rattlesnakes on my playlist is also incredible. (Whoa. Two weeks until the show! Keen.)
The last two sentences are quite a punch to the gut.
Oh, good. I was a little worried about them, because I liked them, but I wasn't sure if they worked for People Not Me.
I'm sort of emotionally dividing it into thirds, where the first third has me listening to Virginia a lot, the second is Rattlesnakes on repeat, and I have no idea what song I'll be playing when I write the last act.
(Whoa. Two weeks until the show! Keen.)
Ours is Aug 30 and I need to buy tix. Tori AND Ben Folds. Wheee!
People Not Me
I Am a Person Not You. And it works for me.
(WRT Strange Little Girls -- I have to skip Bonnie and Clyde usually. I have never heard the original, and I actually like Eminem - sometimes-, but I feel pretty certain that her version is waaaay creepier)
Her version is way creepier, but I don't really bother to listen to it.
I skip a lot of the songs. Esp. Enjoy the Silence, which was just... uninspired. Given the stated "purpose" of the album, to take the male-focused songs about women and examine them through the female gaze, I'm not sure why one of M. Gore's pieces ended up there, as he's Mister Sensitive Feather Boa man.
I skip a lot of the songs.
Yeah, me too.
Given the stated "purpose" of the album, to take the male-focused songs about women and examine them through the female gaze, I'm not sure why one of M. Gore's pieces ended up there, as he's Mister Sensitive Feather Boa man.
One could say the same about 'Real Men,' but I do like it.
I'm listening to the cd right now AIFG.
One could say the same about 'Real Men,' but I do like it.
Real Men's a good cover. I dig it.
Tool! Schism!
It doesn't quite *fit*, I don't think.
(I know the pieeeeeeeces fit...)
(edit: just realised, I slutted the 5K. Huh.)
Okay, I've got my slashfic assignment done, and I'm going to post it here for comment (it's not due until tomorrow midnight, which gives me some tweaking time). It's 1000 words exactly, needs to be Angel/Wesley, and contain a Monty Python quote. It takes place right before
Deep Down
(the season 4 opener). There's a certain MP quote that just really fits Wes at that point in his life.
Going Deep Down
Wesley pushes against the side of the cage, testing its give. He frowns, hesitates, then picks up a re-bar and acetylene torch.
Being a touch overcautious, don't you think?
The last time I let my guard down around her I ended up with my throat slit.
Point well taken.
He fires the torch and sets his safety glasses on.
We're certainly going to a lot of trouble for our guest.
She knows where Angel is.
Do you really think that she's going to tell us anything?
She will. Eventually.
Angel huddles against the wall of the cell, shying away from the light. Wes steps in, cautiously edging toward the vampire, telling him that he's safe now. Angel looks up, brown eyes vague, expecting pain; disbelief and joy slowly work across his face as he whispers the name of his rescuer. Flinging himself forward he wraps his arms around Wesley's waist, pressing his face against him, whispering over and over 'WesWesWesWes' as he moves his head, nudging against hardening flesh, pressing and sliding, building and releasing pressure. Wes buries his hands in dark curls, pushing hard and moving his hips rhythmically while teeth nip at his erection through the cloth of his trousers.
That seems unlikely. We have no idea what kind of shape Angel will be in when we locate him.
When, exactly, did my inner monologue become a debating society?
When you had your throat slit and all of your friends deserted you.
I had almost forgotten that.
Liar.
Wes shovels furiously, dirt flies around him in a dusty cloud. Metal rings against wood and he throws himself forward, brushing frantically at the ground until he reveals the lid of a coffin. He can hear faint scratches from within. He redoubles his efforts, carefully breaking open the lid, trying to free its occupant without damaging him. A hand pushes free from the detritus; Wes grabs it, shouting for Angel to hang on, that he's almost free. One tug and a body appears, white, gaunt, starving. Wes takes him in his arms, pulling him out of the grave. Angel clutches Wes, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder, pressing their bodies close, shaking uncontrollably. Wes moans slightly and tries to put some space between them, but Angel won't allow it. He grabs Wes' hips, forcing him close, rubbing their erections together. His lips move over Wes' face, his neck, his throat. They pause against the scar, still red and raised and fragile, a delicate barrier holding in blood and life, and part to allow Angel's tongue to come out and taste the damaged flesh. Wes gasps, gulping air, throat moving in a wordless plea; Angel looks up and smiles with long and dangerous teeth before dipping down to rip at Wes' vulnerable flesh.
That does seem much more likely.
Yes. Perhaps manacles would be in order.
Chaining Angel does seem to be the reasonable thing to do.
Reasonable. It will be interesting to behave reasonably.
We are slightly out of practice.
Wes sets the torch down and pushes the cage into the closet.
Very out of practice.
