Five Things
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kiwiana posted this:
So, I commented, because I'm kind of curious as to what people think. And she responded with:
Tattoos: My absolute favorite form of self-expression. I love mine, and I love seeing whatever other people have (and especially hearing the stories behind them). They're beautiful, and unique, and yeah . . . I guess my kink for them isn't really a shock, right?
Talent: It's a weird thing, because if you have it and admit it, you sound arrogant. If you have it and you don't admit it, you sound either fake or insecure. *shrugs* I have it, but you probably won't ever hear me talk about it outside of this post.
Passion: In order -
1.) Music - Listening to it, making it, living and breathing it.
2.) People - Family, friends, anybody else that fits into the human category.
3.) Writing - Telling stories that have either never been told before, or just telling them in a way that hasn't been done to death.
Slash: Liberating. I used to kick against it, because it was expected from the bi girl. I gave in, though, and found a whole level of freedom I didn't even know existed in my writing.
Insanity: What I write, what I love, what I'm inexplicably drawn to, and what I will probably be committed for someday. What can I say? I'm a crazy bitch. ;)
So there it is.
And here's the challenge. I'm working on a new fic called Just Talk (Sometimes a Little Dirty) to Me, but it's coming a little slower than some of my other stories do.
In the meantime, I kind of want to challenge myself in a new way. So comment with a one-word prompt, and I will give you a ficlet of 1000 words or less.
kiwiana posted this: Leave a comment saying, "COMMENT" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.
So, I commented, because I'm kind of curious as to what people think. And she responded with:
Tattoos: My absolute favorite form of self-expression. I love mine, and I love seeing whatever other people have (and especially hearing the stories behind them). They're beautiful, and unique, and yeah . . . I guess my kink for them isn't really a shock, right?
Talent: It's a weird thing, because if you have it and admit it, you sound arrogant. If you have it and you don't admit it, you sound either fake or insecure. *shrugs* I have it, but you probably won't ever hear me talk about it outside of this post.
Passion: In order -
1.) Music - Listening to it, making it, living and breathing it.
2.) People - Family, friends, anybody else that fits into the human category.
3.) Writing - Telling stories that have either never been told before, or just telling them in a way that hasn't been done to death.
Slash: Liberating. I used to kick against it, because it was expected from the bi girl. I gave in, though, and found a whole level of freedom I didn't even know existed in my writing.
Insanity: What I write, what I love, what I'm inexplicably drawn to, and what I will probably be committed for someday. What can I say? I'm a crazy bitch. ;)
So there it is.
And here's the challenge. I'm working on a new fic called Just Talk (Sometimes a Little Dirty) to Me, but it's coming a little slower than some of my other stories do.
In the meantime, I kind of want to challenge myself in a new way. So comment with a one-word prompt, and I will give you a ficlet of 1000 words or less.
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Date: 2010-03-06 04:32 pm (UTC)Also, word. Hmmmm..... Sun.
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Date: 2010-03-06 04:41 pm (UTC):)
*smooshes you*
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Date: 2010-03-06 04:42 pm (UTC)I only have one...and LOVE it....but am in the process of gettign another and can't WAIT. Ifound the design, but am having some changes made to it.
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Date: 2010-03-06 04:43 pm (UTC)Uh, the word is thunder.
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Date: 2010-03-06 04:44 pm (UTC)You, though, I can do: music, fun, femslash, Sophia, genuine
Sun? I'm on it.
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Date: 2010-03-06 05:08 pm (UTC)Angel Wings - on my back, between my shoulder blades - They're a little pointed, look a little like two Phoenixes facing off. I've collected Gotchic angels for years, so it was a no-brainer for my first tat. They signify protection for me, and the vague resemblance to the Phoenix signifies resilience for me, a reminder to rise above every time I get knocked down.
2 Corinthians 12:9 - circling my left wrist - The Bible verse is on the top of my wrist, and there are three red flowers, with vines and green leaves that complete the bracelet. My faith super-important to me, and the verse (My grace is enough; it's all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness. Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness. From The Message) is my constant reminder that I don't have to go through any of the hard stuff on my own.
Breast Cancer Ribbon - inner right forearm - My aunt was diagnosed late last year, and my best friend is a survivor. It's my tribute to the women in my family.
The next one I get will be a word down the back of my neck, but I've yet to find a word that I feel encapsulates me and everything I stand for completely enough.
Someday, I might take pictures and post them, but for now, there ya go.
And I'm adding "tomorrow" to my list of ficlet prompts. Thank you!
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Date: 2010-03-06 05:45 pm (UTC)puppy?
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Date: 2010-03-06 06:02 pm (UTC)heat
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Date: 2010-03-06 06:02 pm (UTC)2nd- OoO Your Tats. sound pretteh!
and lastly- my one word to youuuuu
scratch
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Date: 2010-03-06 09:43 pm (UTC)I can't wait to see pictures of your tats. I have a tiny one on my right ankle that I occasionally forget is there.
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:51 am (UTC)Your word is... domination
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Date: 2010-03-07 04:37 am (UTC)I'm going to have to do the pics of my tats soon . . . I sometimes forget about the one on my back, because honestly? When do I ever see it? But when I think about my ink in general, it's always the first one that jumps to mind.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:12 pm (UTC)If pressed to admit a less-than-masculine trait, Jensen's first response would not be the kiwi-strawberry moisturizer in his bathroom cabinet or the forty-eight pairs of shoes in his closet at home right now. What? Like he's going to admit to those out loud?
No, if he had to, Jensen would say that the girliest thing about him is his fair skin. He would be wrong, of course. A lot of guys have fair skin. (A lot more than the ones who care about the new Gucci line, at least.) But those guys aren't on television, so they don't have to appear in scenes with Jared 'I can get a tan from the light in the refrigerator' Padalecki.
Jensen's pretty sure that God hates him. There's really no other explanation for the way his life has fallen together. Not only was he given milky white skin and red-tinted hair, but he was then bitten by the illusive “acting bug,” which forced him to move to California, the sunniest place on Earth.
It's virtually impossible for him to spend more than twenty minutes in the sun without either turning pink, or finding sixteen new freckles on his face when he gets back inside. And freckles? Adorable when you're a seven-year-old girl with braided pigtails and two missing front teeth. But as a thirty-two-year-old man who's supposed to convince people he can kick ass and kill the Devil? Not as cute, no matter what his fans might try to tell you.
Shannon used to make him spend a couple of afternoons a week in the tanning bed, just a few minutes at a time, and he still burnt up. Worse than that, he gave her more of those damn freckles to cover up. Eventually, she stopped hounding him about it and accepted the fact that he was just not going to be the golden Adonis that Jared is.
And that's the most infuriating thing of all. Because Jared doesn't even have to think about burning. He steps outside to play with the dogs and comes back a deeper shade of brown than he was when he walked outside. And then he strips his shirt off and walks around the house all bronzed and beautiful and freckle-less, and it's all Jensen can do not to hate him for it.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:13 pm (UTC)Jensen's not big on the cuddling, but having Jared's legs tangled with his while they sit on opposite ends of the couch and stare blankly at the movie on the television is pretty nice. “My face?” he quirks an eyebrow and turns his head to see Jared staring at him with a look that says he has no intention of returning his attention to the movie any time soon.
He nods and narrows his eyes a little before smiling even wider than he was a second ago. “It's perfect.”
“Thank you,” Jensen rolls his eyes and looks back to the television. “That's very . . . something . . . of you.”
“Nah, man, c'mon. I mean it,” Jared nudges Jensen's thigh with his toe. “There are a lotta good lookin' guys in the world, but there's not many perfect ones.” He sits up a little straighter and leans forward, as if trying to get a closer look. “Strong jaw, good nose, eyes that are both symmetrical and a great color. Your mouth,” he shakes his head and runs his tongue along his bottom lip, “Well, I don't have to tell you how perfect your mouth is.”
Jensen can feel the blush in his cheeks, which is awesome because another perk of being fair-skinned and virtually allergic to the sun is that he looks like a giant tomato when he's embarrassed. “Whatever, man,” he tries to shrug it off.
But it's hard to shrug someone off when they're roughly the size of a mountain. Jared's fingers walk up Jensen's shin and rest on his knee. “The best part, though? Is when you've been out in the sun. Because then you look all flushed, and your freckles stand out more.”
“Man, fuck you.” There's no bite to the words, but there's no real 'lightness' in his tone, either.
Then Jared's hand on his knee tightens, and when Jensen looks back at him, there's genuine warmth, and love, staring back at him. “I don't know anybody who makes freckles look as sexy as you do, Jensen. Sometimes, when the sun's really bright, I think about locking you out of the house for an hour, just to see more of 'em.”
And when he puts it like that, Jensen thinks maybe it's not so bad to be fair-skinned and freckle-faced. Of course, he also realizes that Jared's mind is kind of a scary place. “You're so fuckin' weird sometimes,” he shakes his head and laughs a little, but he runs his foot down the inside of Jared's thigh and presses a little further back into the couch cushions.
“Yeah,” Jared agrees and relaxes into his original spot, legs tightening around Jensen's just a little. “Love you, too, man.”
Alright, so maybe there are worse things in the world than being sensitive to the sun.