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[emerald_skies]

Hear that, internets? That's the sound of hundreds of fangirls sighing wistfully as one. Oh well, at least we'll get a GK reunion out of it (and Huertas promised pictures).

Mazel tov, dahling.



(Side note: God, I miss Generation Kill *sigh* I wish it could have gone on forever somehow)

Anyway, here's the next installment of the thirty day writing meme:

Day Fourteen: How high are you comfortable with going? Have you ever written higher? If you're comfortable with NC-17, have you ever been shocked by finding that the story you're writing is G-rated instead?

Another multi-parter, I see.

1) I've written NC-17 enough times before that I suppose you could call me comfortable with it, provided my head's in the right place. I can't do it on command though, otherwise things that sound really hot in my head come out sounding really stupid in print.
2) I'm not entirely sure it's possible to top NC-17...
3) I wouldn't go so far as to say I've gone from NC-17 to G, but yeah, I've had stories start out raunchy in my head but wind up relatively tame (PG-13ish) in print, either because my porn muse crapped out on me or because the story was one of those flashes of inspiration that almost make your fingers move independently of your brain. Like, the story just flowed that way in an organic sense, I don't know how else to explain it.

Finally, appropo of nothing, I heard there's a fifth Final Destination movie coming out (or I was reminded, I may have seen posters of it before and just forgotten). Really? Really? Seriously, by this point it's time to either change the title or abandon all pretense and call the next one Final Destination 6: Trolololol.[/fascinating mini rant of the day]

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"We ask advice, but we mean approbation..." -- Charles Caleb Colton

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Cheers.

Comments

[emerald-skies.livejournal.com]

Ikr? If it were anyone else, I would probably be fuming and rage-y, but it's them and they're so adorkable that it makes me kind of smile in spite of myself just thinking about it.

But, then again, I'm not going soft in my old age, I'm just a hopeless romantic.

[emerald-skies.livejournal.com]

Have you heard the story of how they met? It's seriously the cutest thing ever, and pretty much sums up their general adorableness as a whole.

[emerald-skies.livejournal.com]

Sadly no, but that would've been pretty hilarious if he had.

Let's see if I can remember this right...Iirc, he and some friend of his (named Roger, this becomes important in a second) were at some art gallery thing in England. They both notice her, and the friend tries to make a move first but she was like "I can't stand the name Roger, that was my ex's name" so Stark butts in and says "I'm not Roger :D"

Honestly, I've heard weirder pickup lines :P

[emerald-skies.livejournal.com]

Either I live under the biggest rock ever or that must be an Aussie thing, because I've never heard of it. But yes, that is indeed her in the NYC/day in the life photo shoot. Pretty, no?

(While I would probably look like absolute crap as a straight-haired blonde, I do definitely envy how her hair actually...like...behaves and shit, instead of doing the Bozo the Clown thing like mine does *headdesk*)

[emerald-skies.livejournal.com]

Alas, I don't have the bone structure to pull off the boy short look. And really, my hair isn't poodle levels of bad, it's more that it behaves like classic Irish hair (because there's a LOT of Irish in my family) -- red, wavy, and pretty goddamn stubborn. It even defies straighteners, I'm telling you.

[emerald-skies.livejournal.com]

You should move somewhere windy - at least then you'd have an excuse. Move here. :DDD

Hmmm...should I live in relative safety with uncontrollable hair, or fight for my life in a country full of various flotsam and jetsam that have all sorts of fun and exciting ways to kill me? Decisions...

(On the other hand, I do have lots of Aussie flisters, so at least I would be fighting for my life in fun company!)

As long as I look the part and keep my mouth shut, no one will ever guess I am really a fifteen year old in disguise.

HA! Oh God, I almost half-suffocated irl from muffling laughter (because waking the rest of my family up is never a good thing to do). It's okay, bb, I won't bust you to anyone :P