A Life Lived in Fear and All That Stuff

[annundriel]

A few days ago sheafrotherdon held a comment festival of John/Rodney kisses. For once, I felt like I actually had something to contribute.

Rodney tastes of stale coffee and Powerbars, late nights and early mornings, but his mouth is wide and warm and welcoming.

Before they’d finally crossed that line, John had fantasized about what kissing Rodney would be like. He’d pictured it to be not unlike arguing with Rodney, a push and a pull between them, a fight for the upper hand, Rodney rushing toward something more interesting.

But kissing Rodney isn’t like arguing with him at all. There is no push, no rush. Instead, Rodney’s kisses are slow, exploratory, opening John up and putting him back together again, new and whole.

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In other news, I'm two pages away from being finished with the final paper for Asian American Lit. Also must do the take-home part. Well, not "must" because he's made it optional. But I'd prefer to have slightly less weight placed on the paper. Especially because I feel like I'm doing nothing but repeating "authentic," "performative," and "identity" over and over.

Tuesday night I got back from work feeling pretty crappy. Woke up in the next morning with my throat almost swollen shut. It was not fun. Still went to work, though, because otherwise I felt mostly fine.

Caught the episode of Futurama with Fry's fossilized dog Seymour ("Jurassic Bark"?). I didn't know Futurama was capable of making me cry. Sneaky bastards. So very sad.

Watching the end of Strictly Ballroom. Shiny, shiny movie.

Comments

[mandapanda0521.livejournal.com]

So I was trying to just italicize the name of the movie but it didn't work. What did I do wrong?

[annundriel.livejournal.com]

Forgot to close the tag. < i >Strictly Ballroom< / i >. Without the spaces, obviously.