All that Glitters

Because the world totally needs 700 words of Shakespeare fan porn. Yes. Shakespeare. Some of you are aware that I RP Iago in bearandbarnacle; this was supposed to be his reply to the topic "underwear," but in the midst of Entomology 010 I somehow forgot to include any reference thereto. Also, when I figure out whether I want to capitalize 'tis, I'll let you know.

Fandom: Othello

Othello is a morning person. Iago is not. Othello is awake. Iago is not. Othello is turned on. Iago is not. Hijinks ensue. I think it's sort of funny and cute, but this may depend on knowing Iago.

Warnings/Temptations: Rated R for sodomy most unlawful, blasphemy most vile, con most dub, and language most foul.



Iago is asleep, in that crashed-out, completely unconscious way that he gets after days of strong-tea-fueled work pays off at last. He’s so deeply asleep that when Othello starts nudging him, it takes him a full minute to realize what’s going on.

( Bugger. )

This is actually my bearandbarnacle topic post for November. The topics were "poetry" and "monsters."

Monsters

Fandom: Harry Potter

Minerva took longer than she should have to see through Tom, and when she did it was at the worst possible time.

Warnings: PG-13 to R for non-explicit sex and disturbing visual content.

December 1944

“Certainly it’s poetic,” says Minerva. “A great many things are poetic. That doesn’t make them true.”

“In some people’s minds it does,” Tom says, and lays out the cards. “Inverted nine of swords again, mind you.”

“There’s a ten in – what, sixty-five? – ten in sixty-five chance of any given card showing in this spread. About one to seven. One in thirteen if you were to count inversions.”

“As we are.” He picks up each card as Minerva tallies it on the great curling sweep of parchment, his long white hands curving capably over the deck

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preraphaelite1 is making Tom Kah soup. I am tasting it for her. This is a very useful and helpful thing. Really.

In other news, my RP character Val has suddenly decided it's okay for him to talk. He's babbling about marmosets in my head, only he pronounces it with a pause between the syllables, which I can best render as "mar-mo-set!" This is odd because three weeks ago, he was hardly speaking at all. There's an evil plan in this somewhere. I know Val. I can tell.

The constant chatter is really, really not helping me write a paper about tourism matrix theory.

Since I know I'm probably getting most of my visitors thus far from pre_raphaelite1, a snapshot of what I'm doing right now seems an appropriate intro.

We spent this morning protesting Proposition 8 on the wild and dangerous streets of PR's hometown. Then we took a nap. This is when I made the mistake of taking her out and caffeinating her. My idea was that being in a coffee shop would help her focus on the Victorian poetry we were supposed to be reading in prep for her Ph.D exams (I am trying to help her study by making her explain things to me so we know she can go through the whole process of said explanation. She keeps saying, "Magpie, shuttup!" This is either a bad sign for my helpingness or a good sign for her creative juices).

Now we are sitting on her Futon of Death and every time my laptop bumps her arm she goes "AAAAAH!" at me. I asked her, "Where's my purse, inside?" and she said, "In the house on the counter yes." This is about the trend of her answers tonight.

Caffeine + stress + me asking her to explain things = THIS.

Should note down this formula for future reference.

Um, yeah. Hi. Issamee.

to an IJ near you...