Confessions of a One-Track Mind

Title: Surprise Party
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing/spoilers: William Brandt/Victor VonDoom, William Brandt/Ethan Hunt
Work-safeness?Warnings: NSFW, slash, non-con, orgasm denial
Summary: When Ethan insists it's his turn to seduce the rich guy, that's not how Brandt expected to spend his birthday. Especially when it all goes south. They can keep the card and presents, he'll settle for them coming to get him. Right. Now.
Notes: Victor VonDoom showed up because he was the first one who came to mind when I thought of "evil international rich guy"--and because the idea of Julian McMahon snarking and smirking his way through this scene was too delicious not to write. Hope you enjoyed it!

( Surprise Party )

From a prompt: http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/450366.html?thread=70808382#t70808382
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/581330.html?thread=81214674#t81214674

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You know you've beem reading and writing too much slash when you read the words "KY derby party" and don't immediately think of horse racing.


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I taped David Lynch's Dune and rewatched it last night for the first time in at least 20 years. I'd forgotten about what an amazing cast it has---and how gloriously CHEESY it is. Seriously, the voiceovers? Fraught with melodrama. DeLaurentis...I didn't notice it back in the day, when my attention was primarily focused on Sting (wildly overacting) in that splendid leather banana hammock, but the sets are fabulously Deco-inspired (not unlike Flash Gordon, whick I adore). However, I've also read and reread National Lampoon's Doon, which satirizes it all to a fare-thee-well, and I keep expecting someone to proclaim that Paul Atrades is the Kumquat Haagen-Daaz.

One of the digital channels runs a block of Dragnet and Adam-12 weekdays, and I've been watching avidly. A while back, karaokegal asked me if I think it was as slashy as she remembers...yes and no. I don't slash Reed and Malloy. I just don't see it. BUT. In my headcanon, Pete has something going on with Sgt. Mack MacDonald on the DL. The way I see it, Pete Malloy is a cocksman who will cheerfully go either way. He takes pride in his prowess with the ladies, but he also relishes intimate cameraderie with other men. Mack is married with kids in show canon, but IMO, he finds a guilty pleasure in surrendeering to Malloy---who tops the hell out of him. Locker room rendezvous, anyone?

I think Reed knows about Malloy's bisexuality, but doesn't suspect about Mack for a long time, because the idea is so foreign to him. At this point, I see Reed as smugly het. The longer he's on the job, the more strained his relationship with Jean becomes, which is not uncommon in his profession. When he becomes the senior man on the street, I think he's liable to cross the line with a willing partner. Since the series is set in the late 60s, another ten years and there will definitely be more women in the field. And you just know that those boyish good looks are going to mature into silver foxiness!

More later.

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There is a fence, finally. At least one of the little fuck nuggets has climbed it, but at least I can count on it stopping the ones who used it as a bike path. And, as J has pointed out, it adds to the value of my property, and at some point when I have a stable income, it will come in handy if I have a dog. So, yay.

In other happy news, I've taken care of the living room curtain issue. Went to WalMart after church and ferreted around their clearance aisle and managed to score two sets of striped tab top curtains for $33 and change. After weeks of rooting around on eBay and looking at swatches and whatnot, I figure it's a decent enough price, I don't have to incur shipping, and won't have to spend hours and hours sewing. I may even see if I can find one more set for the sliding glass doors, since I don't really think they're going anywhere any time soon.

( More home improvement babble here )

J hasn't been able to get us tickets for State Fair yet, but last night, we watched Part 2 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which I hadn't seen, tho of course I've read the books. It was okay; my favorite part was Neville, but my canon and La Rowling's diverge on that, among other points. As we all know, I ship Neville/Draco (and I want to hook Luna up with Charlie Bucket of Willy Wonka fame).

We're having atypical February cold snap, which made me very happy this morning. Not only did I get to wear the divine size 24 dress (on which I had several compliments), I got to top it with my glorious retro cape-coat and "fur" pillbox hat. Said coat is black wool, has cape-style sleeves, with black "fur" trim at the collar and sleeves. Coat and hat combined always make me feel like a Glamourous Russian Spy.

Tonight is Supper Club, and although I *could* go, I've chosen not to, so as to help offset the price of the curtains. It's nice to be able to say that, and it NOT be because I can't even afford a bowl of soup, as it was a couple months ago!

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Title: Nineteen Times Five
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing/spoilers: Raylan/Boyd or Boyd/Raylan, you be the judge
Rating/Work-safeness: PG for one "damn" and it's just *barely* slash
Approximate word count: 650
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Elmore Leonard and FX Network. I am strictly non-profit. No disrespect meant to any coal miners, either.
Summary: Generated by amelia_17's inadvertant prompt of ambiguously gay duo, although I think it's more ambiguous than gay. I'll let you decide who the narrative voice is for yourself.

( 'We dug coal together when we were nineteen.'... The story of best friends Boyd and Raylan, young and wild, boys becoming men in the unforgiving depths of the mine. Just barely slash. )

Comments are shiny.

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Shh...don't tell anyone, but it's only about 85F today and it's glorious. It's been a very long time since we've had such balmy weather, and I'm reveling in it. Honestly, ANY gasp of air between June and September is welcome, but it's more to be expected in (early) June or (late) September than it is in July. Thank you, Universe.

Last night, after I'd settled into bed, a plot bunny crawled in with me and I scribbled a couple pages of something that I'll be posting later. It was inspired by the prompt "ambiguously gay duo", although it's more ambiguous than gay, IMO.

And on that cryptic note....

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A Wild, Wild West (the original series) ficlet, instigated by karaokegal, with the prompt, "I dare you."


Crowning Glory

Artie regards his image in the mirror thoughtfully as he contemplates Jim's proposal. It usually takes quite a bit of rice powder to make him a convincing blonde, but the new wig that's arrived from the finest milliner in Philadelphia is just the right shade for him. It's glorious, spilling down his back, long enough to sit on---and pull loose---if he's not careful.

"I dare you," Jim grins from the doorway. He takes the two steps that frame him behind Artie in the looking-glass and places one hand on his partner's shoulder, his fingers combing through the long golden strands.

"Be careful," the disguise expert admonishes. "Do you have any idea how much this masterpiece cost? I'm not going to risk it in some hare-brained---"

"Very lovely hair," croons the Secret Service agent, caressing Artie's bare shoulder through the gilt tresses. "You'd be ravishing."

"You can ravish me right here without a lot of crazy---"

Jim brushes aside the sweep of ringlets to kiss the nape of Artie's neck. "I'll let you borrow my horse," he cajoles. "I'll buy you a new wig if anything happens to this one. I'll shoot anyone who gets near you! Please?"

"For the last time, Jim---I don't care how much you beg. I am NOT going to reenact Lady Godiva's ride!"

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Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Author: vanillafluffy
Pairing: Chase/House, Chase/Wilson
Rating/Work-safeness: R for coersion and semi-non-con
Approximate word count: 2800
Disclaimer: If I owned any of these guys, I'd be too busy elsewhere to write fan-fic. Any recognizable characters belong to David Shore and Fox TV.
Summary: Spoilers for the Season One Vogler arc. This is the kink follow-up to "Babies and Bathwater". Wilson is as dark here as he is in Season Three. Another version of Chase-punishment is here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3170269/1/. (They begin almost identically, then veer in wildly different directions. Schizophrenic much?)


( Be Careful What You Wish For )

I sat down earlier with the idea of continuing "Flying Towards Destiny", and ended up writing an essay that's been on my mind lately, namely, what motivates writers of slash. How do we explain it to those puzzled hardcore heterosexuals who don't understand our predilections? Maybe I'm projecting my own point of view onto the subject, and I shouldn't claim to speak for all proponents of the genre, but I think I've dealt with a lot of its more common roots. I'm posting this as a public entry, with some trepidation. Some people take light-hearted, tongue-in-cheek things far too seriously. I hope this isn't going to be one of them.


( We Who Slash )

Of my limited time offer (see June 8th post), I have had *one* request from winterwolfsong, which was accompanied by a highly inspirational picture.

Okay, this is probably not NC-17--too much plot, not enough smut--on the other hand, it isn't completely work-safe, either. May I present some Sparrington hurt-comfort slash for your perusal?

( Enjoy! )