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Fuck me. It’s happy fic.

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DM & BB
Everyone is a Frustrated Something




Dom’s pen frantically scrapes across the glossy pages of the magazine as though it might catch on fire if he can’t get his thoughts out fast enough. His journal is in his rucksack, at his feet, but he can’t be arsed to bend over and look for it, so instead he keeps scrawling all over the advert in the magazine with his blue Sharpie.

The pages crackle as he flips them over and over, looking for more space in which to pour out his thoughts. A momentary lapse of concentration and his ideas could be gone for good, but he lingers momentarily over an advert for Tanqueray and another for a Mini Cooper before getting back into the flow.

In Dominic’s mind he can solve world hunger and bring peace to nations. A flick of his wrist will save the forests. His words can slay wardrobe and make-up girls with a single joke, and his pen can right all the wrongs and say all the things that refuse to come out at the right time for the right people. When Dom’s writing, all his frustrations can be slayed with the tip of a ballpoint pen.

“Are you writing dirty limericks in magazines again?”

Even as the smile plasters itself on his face, Dom’s arm covers up the words on the page. “What d’you want, hobbit?” he attempts Bean’s Sheffield brogue and winds up sounding like he took a wrong turn in Liverpool.

Billy’s lips twitch in amusement. “Not bad –- you don’t sound so much like Michael Owen anymore.”

“Oi!”

This time Billy can’t help laughing. “So, what’re you doing, then?” he asks, sitting down across from Dom and attempting to get a look under Dom’s arm.

“I’m writing the greatest story ever told,” Dom declares, dragging the magazine across the table with his elbow.

Billy smirks. “I thought Winnie the Pooh’d already been written.”

Dom only throws his pen at Billy because he knows his moment is gone, which always tends to be the problem with writing: once it’s done; it’s done.


*



Dom has so much potential. He could be anything he wants to be. He could be a journalist or an environmentalist or one of those blokes who spends his life collecting stamps. He could if he were ‘independently wealthy’ at any rate, but he’d probably be horribly insufferable if he were that rich, and Dom doesn’t necessarily need to have five flash cars. One will suit him just fine. And season passes to Old Trafford, too. And he needs to be famous. Or he needs to put on more sun lotion.

It’s a bit hard for him to figure out quite what he needs or who he could be with the sun beating down on the nape of his neck and the sweat plastering his shirt to his back.

He shifts his left leg in the lotus and goes back to waiting. It could happen any minute now, and he’d be loathe to miss it after waiting all afternoon. He’s only been watching for four hours; that’s nothing. Of course, most people would spend their day off sleeping, but Dom’s not most people otherwise he’d miss the soft footfalls that announce the pending arrival.

“Your neck’s gone all red.” Billy’s voice is better than balm, and Dom blinks behind his sunglasses and sees neon spots. He shoves over a bit when Billy drops down in the grass next to him.

Out the corner of his eye, Dom studies Billy’s profile. The sun overhead makes his hair absurdly blonde, and his eyelashes are spiders crawling over his cheeks.

“So -- what’re we doing?” Billy asks after several seconds have passed.

Dom turns back to the deserted road a dozen metres from the grass. “Counting blue cars.”

Billy’s silence says it all.

“It’s supposed to be a soothing exercise,” Dom explains. “You free your mind by focusing on other things.”

Billy makes a noncommittal noise. “How many have you seen then?”

“Two.”

Dom squints. There’s something in the distance.

Two,” Billy repeats. “How long have you been at it?”

“Four hours.”

“Four hours, Dom?” The tone of Billy’s voice says it all, and Dom pushes him over before the obvious comments can be made. Billy’s laughter only serves to goad Dom into action, and he springs onto Billy like a sugar-addled five-year-old.

Billy’s terribly ticklish, and Dom can’t help but take advantage.

“I expect it works better if you’re not on location on in the middle of New Zealand,” Billy gasps out as Dom’s fingers poke and prod and seek out the sensitive spots.

“Shut it, smart arse,” Dom says petulantly.

“Maybe you should try sheep instead.”


*



In Dom’s brain, his actions make the sort of sense that most people don’t understand. Not that he minds that much, after all, it is his brain. His very drunken brain. It’s not every day that he thinks his brain is being pickled by the fumes coming from his liver. Or something. It’s all connected on the inside. Like everything on Earth is all connected together in that lovely way. It’s nature is what it is, and Dom’s going to tell Billy so right now. As soon as he can focus his vision.

It’s a long walk back from the pub.

“Dom, why are you cuddling the tree?”

“Because trees are our friends.”

Billy’s voice is very soothing in Dom’s ear as he attempts to unwrap him from the tree. “Are they now?”

“Course they are. Trees and people should be best mates. Like you and me. Like Sean and Elijah. Like… like the King and his sword. People who need people are um, bollocks, what was I saying about trees?”

The shake of Billy’s head says it all. “Environmentalists.”


*



There are loads of things that Dom’s good at. He’s good at writing in his journal and writing all over his body without the aid of a mirror. He’s quite good at cooking and making those fried onion rings that Billy loves so much. Dom’s a good friend and good son. He’s not a half bad actor, if Patricia and Fran are to be believed, and he makes a point of trying to give his attention to whatever he’s doing at the time. But these are things that Dom’s just good at.

There’s nothing he can do the way Billy can sing.

Billy’s voice fills the sitting room whilst Dom prepares fish and chips in the kitchen, and the deep, richness of the lyrics seeps into the kitchen where Dom’s not paying attention to the hot oil on the stove. Billy’s voice is beautiful and heart-breaking, and Dom wants to write in his journal about it. He wants to bottle how it makes him feel and keep it on the end table next to his bed for when everything’s gone pear-shaped.

Dom never wants Billy to stop singing.

Dom wants –- a lot of things, and the frustration that’s been building for as long as Dom can remember causes him to drop things all over the floor, and he's on his knees wiping up the flour when Billy comes in.

“You alright down there?” he asks.

“Just looking for the rest of my brain,” Dom says.

Billy’s crouching down to eye level while Dom’s still filtering out the last of the music in his head, and the greenness of Billy’s eyes makes Dom think of algae and moss and all sorts of nature-related things.

“You’re never going to stop singing, are you?” Dom asks.

“I didn’t think it was that bad.” Billy’s smile is alive and dangerous, and Dom wants to touch it. He wants to protect it and put it in its own ecosystem.

“No, I meant promise me you won’t stop singing?” Dom’s hands are coated with flour and all he wants to do is trace Billy’s mouth. He wants to write all over Billy’s body in black Sharpie. “There are all these things I can’t do. But you, Bills, you’ve got this thing, you shouldn’t let it go to waste.”

Billy’s smile falters when he realises how serious Dom is, and the confusion that flitters across his face makes Dom’s stomach hurt. “What’re you on about, Dom?”

“You sing, and when you sing it’s like everything I can’t do or save or write down doesn’t matter, because you’ve got this voice... and I’ve completely lost the plot. Sorry about that.”

Dom scrambles to his feet leaving Billy still crouching on the floor.

“Do you want to sing?” Billy asks looking up.

“Yes. No. I can,” Dom says. “Sort of. I just. It’s frustrating – everything is frustrating. Writing. Yoga. Inner peace and all that shite. Wanting you. It’s all frustrating.”

“Wanting me is frustrating,” Billy says, getting to his feet. “Why? It doesn’t have to be.”

And there are these explanations that Dom has and things he wants to say, but they all slip away when Billy’s fingers hook into his belt loops and pull him forward. Billy’s lips are dry, but his mouth is wet and hot, and kissing Billy is like a million blue cars racing by and the perfect journal entry where Dom doesn’t forget anything at all.

Everything seeps away when confronted with sharp teeth and digging fingernails and probing tongues, and when Billy pulls away Dom’s mouth clamps shut as though he’s run out of things he’ll ever want.

“Less frustrated now?" Billy asks. All Dom can do is nod.

Finally there’s something that comes easily enough.


-end-

Improv: onion, batter, blank, crackle, neon, linger



Maggie Grace has been added to the Lost cast. Who is she? Anybody? Bueller?
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Date: 2004-03-09 01:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] queenofalostart.livejournal.com
Oh, nice.

Billy makes a noncommittal noise. “How many have you seen then?”

“Two.”

Dom squints. There’s something in the distance.


And there's something there, in this passage, that just jumps out at me. I don't know quite what it is, but it's good.

Thanks for sharing, darling.

Date: 2004-03-10 01:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
Damn you, your icon gave me a wombat story. I hateses you when you do that.

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Date: 2004-03-09 01:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] funkthis.livejournal.com
re: Maggie Grace this is her (http://www.creatureunknown.com/images/fem/femmaggie.jpg)

it looks like she's basiclly unknown.

Date: 2004-03-09 01:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ides-of-march.livejournal.com
I think you're right. I found this: http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/PersonDetail/personid-181956/Maggie_Grace/
but that's all I found basically.

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Date: 2004-03-09 01:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bungee.livejournal.com
Loved it. But I'm finding that I love all your stuff, so that's not too surprising. :)

Two lines in particular I loved the best:

He wants to bottle how it makes him feel and keep it on the end table next to his bed for when everything’s gone pear-shaped. Made me go "oooo" ...and:

kissing Billy is like a million blue cars racing by and the perfect journal entry where Dom doesn’t forget anything at all. Made me go "awww." xD

Date: 2004-03-09 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] boydohboy.livejournal.com
I was going to write nearly the exact thing. Lovely job, this. I'm cheerful now.

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Date: 2004-03-09 01:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] acroamatica.livejournal.com
Instant love! This is fabulous. The banter between B and D is perfect - I can almost hear them.

Gold bits:
“You alright down there?” he asks.
“Just looking for the rest of my brain,” Dom says.


and

Billy’s smile is alive and dangerous, and Dom wants to touch it. He wants to protect it and put it in its own ecosystem.
among others.

And the bits about Billy's voice, about Billy singing? Chords Deep Within My Soul. Thank you for this. Gonna go hunt out everything you've written here now, see if it's all this good. :D

Pip

Date: 2004-03-10 01:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
Thank you for commenting; I'm glad you enjoyed this.

Date: 2004-03-09 01:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunnydeeelight.livejournal.com
Finally! Some happy fic. After the Oscars I thought I'd never read happy monaboyd again.

“Course they are. Trees and people should be best mates. Like you and me. Like Sean and Elijah. Like… like the King and his sword. People who need people are um, bollocks, what was I saying about trees?”

Heh. Love that. And the last sentence.

As for Maggie Grace, I found pics here (http://www.wireimage.com/GalleryListing.asp?navtyp=CLB&str=19514&styp=clbi&nm=Maggie%20Grace)

Date: 2004-03-10 01:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
Finally! Some happy fic. After the Oscars I thought I'd never read happy monaboyd again.

This was hell to write, lemme tell you. Okay, not hell, just more difficult than the angst.

Date: 2004-03-09 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] circe-tigana.livejournal.com
You make "Black Sharpie" into the most erotic words I've ever heard.

::shakes head::

Please clear a space on your doorstep -- I'm settling in. You are the true Queen of MonaBoyd.

And hee! Michael Owen! It shows I've spent wayy too much time in Manchester lately that I'm getting excited at these sorts of references.

I'm curious about your improv words. Where do you get them from? Do they spark the story, or do you just fit them in where you can?

Date: 2004-03-10 01:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
You make "Black Sharpie" into the most erotic words I've ever heard.

My inner pervert is most pleased.


And hee! Michael Owen! It shows I've spent wayy too much time in Manchester lately that I'm getting excited at these sorts of references.

I know Michael's persona non grata in Manchester seeing as he plays for Liverpool, so that just made me laugh.


I'm curious about your improv words. Where do you get them from? Do they spark the story, or do you just fit them in where you can?

I've been using improv words pretty much since I started hanging around fandom. There used to be improv lists and the like, but now I generally get my improv words from my betas ([livejournal.com profile] serialkarma, [livejournal.com profile] obsessedmuch, & [livejournal.com profile] ethrosdemon). Sometimes I write stories for the words, sometimes I just use them to help the story along when I'm stuck. I think they're brilliant.

Date: 2004-03-09 01:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] queen-geek.livejournal.com
You know, you're pretty much the only person who can make me read Monaboyd... Not that I mind that, because when you write them, I don't mind that Dom's with Billy instead of Elijah. :)
Also, you referenced Ferris Bueller, and used the phrase ...they all slip away when Billy’s fingers hook into his belt loops and pull him forward. My belt loop fetish isn't fed enough. I'm just going to re-read that paragraph for a while.
Mmmmmmbeltloops.
Lovely, as always.

Date: 2004-03-10 01:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jedusor.livejournal.com
Briiiing! Briiing!
“That’s mine,” Elijah said, fishing his cell phone from the folds of cloth between him and Dom. “Hello?”
“Hey, Lij, it’s Orlando. Are you coming?”
“Coming where?”
“Surfing. You said you’d be here half an hour ago.”
Dom grinned mischievously. He twisted his fingers in Elijah’s belt loops, pulling him higher, and ran his nails up Elijah’s bare back.
“Mmngh!”
“Lij? You okay?”
“Yeah, ‘m fine. Hey Orli, I’ll call you back in a few minutes, okay?” Elijah hung up without waiting for an answer and glared at Dom.
“So, you going surfing?” Dom’s eyes twinkled.
“Hell no.”

Sorry. Couldn't resist.

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Date: 2004-03-09 01:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_riz/
Billy’s lips are dry, but his mouth is wet and hot, and kissing Billy is like a million blue cars racing by and the perfect journal entry where Dom doesn’t forget anything at all.

That is such a fabulous line. o_O

P.S. I am proud of myself that I can now tell the geographical difference between various British accents and so I always squee when I catch a reference like yours. w00t. ^_^

Date: 2004-03-10 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
P.S. I am proud of myself that I can now tell the geographical difference between various British accents and so I always squee when I catch a reference like yours. w00t. ^_^

There's such a difference from region to region that it's amazing. I love the English. And the Scottish. And the Welsh. And the Irish. You get the point.

Date: 2004-03-09 01:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fitofpique.livejournal.com
And there are these explanations that Dom has and things he wants to say, but they all slip away when Billy’s fingers hook into his belt loops and pull him forward.

The finger in the belt loop melted my brain so this feedback won't be terribly coherent, but I want to thank you nevertheless. This is beautiful and now I am utterly content. And quite turned on, actually.

*sighs happily*

Date: 2004-03-10 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
The finger in the belt loop melted my brain so this feedback won't be terribly coherent, but I want to thank you nevertheless. This is beautiful and now I am utterly content. And quite turned on, actually.

Those belt loops seem to be getting a lot of love. Who knew there were so many fetishists around?

Date: 2004-03-09 01:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] writteninsable.livejournal.com
Do you know, there are very few fics that I actually truly love. However. This just happens to have become one of them. *grins* I really like the way you always tie everything back to Dom's environmentalist-ic-ness...ish. But yes. And the way you described his writing was wonderful, because I actually have scribbled all over whatever was closest to me with whatever was in my hand when an idea hit. Magazines are especially entertaining, because it's almost impossible to find all the bits and pieces after I've lost the place I started.

I <3 this.

~Cai

Date: 2004-03-10 02:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
And the way you described his writing was wonderful, because I actually have scribbled all over whatever was closest to me with whatever was in my hand when an idea hit. Magazines are especially entertaining, because it's almost impossible to find all the bits and pieces after I've lost the place I started.

Ah yes, when you're swimming in arrows and numbers and you've no idea how to make everything back the way it was in your brain. Yes, that sucks muchly.

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Date: 2004-03-09 02:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 1420.livejournal.com
Loved it all, but especially this: Billy’s smile is alive and dangerous, and Dom wants to touch it. He wants to protect it and put it in its own ecosystem.

Date: 2004-03-10 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
Thank you!

Date: 2004-03-09 02:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] voleuse.livejournal.com
Loved it, loved it, love them. This jumped out at me, though:

Dom’s pen can right all the wrongs and say all the things that refuse to come out at the right time for the right people. When Dom’s writing, all his frustrations can be slayed with the tip of a ballpoint pen.

omf. I am Dom. Dom is me. My world has gone all kablooey.

Thanks for the lovely, happy fic.

Date: 2004-03-10 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
*laughs* I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Date: 2004-03-09 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] babywitch.livejournal.com
I love your Dom. He's so playful and yet so ... simple, maybe. Childlike. Also, this:

People who need people are um, bollocks

is priceless.

Date: 2004-03-10 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
*cracks up*

Yeah, I liked that too.

Date: 2004-03-09 02:32 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] laerwen.livejournal.com
There are so many fantastic lines in this one.

He wants to bottle how it makes him feel and keep it on the end table next to his bed for when everything’s gone pear-shaped.

Made my breath catch in my throat... don't we ALL wish we could do that with Billy's voice?

“Dom, why are you cuddling the tree?”

“You alright down there?” he asks. “Just looking for the rest of my brain,” Dom says.


These made me laugh out loud. You are definitely on my Monaboyd A-list. Bravo!

Date: 2004-03-10 02:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
I'm so pleased you enjoyed this. Thank you so much for commenting!

Date: 2004-03-09 02:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] esorlehcar.livejournal.com
Oh, Zahra. I've been saving most of your stories to read at a later date because I am being incredibly and ridiculously Billy/Dom raw and I just can't handle unhappy stuff right now, and I just cannot tell you how thrilled I was to see something from you on my flist with the word "happy" on it.

And this just... guh. You are so good, and you are so funny, and you write them so wonderfully, and have I told you lately how much I adore you? Because I really, really, really adore you, and I am printing this out to take home and read again, and I am smiling and smiling and smiling.

Date: 2004-03-09 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] esorlehcar.livejournal.com
Also? I'm madly in love with your icon.

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Date: 2004-03-09 02:55 pm (UTC)

Date: 2004-03-09 02:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krystalshay.livejournal.com
Dude, you rule. Seriously. You are keeping me sane with your fic, I am so glad I friended you.

Happy!Monaboyd!!! Yay! There's been so much angst over the Oscars that I was beginning to despair, but you have cheered me up! I love the exchange about the cars Dom is trying to spot.

Looking forward (as always) to more.

::hugs::

Date: 2004-03-09 02:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krystalshay.livejournal.com
Dude, you rule.

On a completely unrelated note, I appear to be channeling Elijah. Huh.

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excellent.

Date: 2004-03-09 04:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] layoftheland.livejournal.com
I just love when a story builds slowly into good smut. Makes it so much more rewarding than the usual "hey, we're in a club with bright lights! I'm drunk! Let's snog in the loo!".

Re: excellent.

Date: 2004-03-10 02:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Date: 2004-03-09 04:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smonsterbite.livejournal.com
Billy smirks. “I thought Winnie the Pooh’d already been written.”

hee!

love this, love dom, love the beltloop thing. as far as i'm concerned, using them for kiss-pulling-into should be their primary purpose. we don't need no steenkin' belt!

Date: 2004-03-10 02:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
Belt, what belt? We don't need no stinkin' belts!

Date: 2004-03-09 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elvinborn.livejournal.com
Billy’s smile is alive and dangerous, and Dom wants to touch it. He wants to protect it and put it in its own ecosystem.
lovely description here!! invokes lots of things, none of which I can write down in so many words...just guh

He wants to write all over Billy’s body in black Sharpie
Every time I think of Dom and the sharpie...it makes me happy. Who knew a sharpie could be a sex toy?

Billy’s fingers hook into his belt loops and pull him forward
I love this motion. I have to agree with the previous comment that this is what belt loops are truly made for

the perfect journal entry where Dom doesn’t forget anything at all.
I know the feeling of a journal entry where you don't forget stuff. What an intriguing image!!

and yay for the happy!!!

--this is my second time here today -- again from a rec from [livejournal.com profile] fugitivehound I'm sure to be back again soon :) I just love your work

Date: 2004-03-10 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
Who knew a sharpie could be a sex toy?

Oh yes, it can, but might I suggest something you can wash off without being in the shower for 70 minutes. [/TMI]

Date: 2004-03-09 05:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hipolyta-d.livejournal.com
Over the past week or so, I have been reading everything that you have written but have been way to blown away and shy to give you any sort of feedback, but I had to for this. This is pure poetry. Every word, every sentance just makes me in awe of you. It is so beautiful.

“Do you want to sing?” Billy asks looking up.

“Yes. No. I can,” Dom says. “Sort of. I just. It’s frustrating – everything is frustrating. Writing. Yoga. Inner peace and all that shite. Wanting you. It’s all frustrating.”

“Wanting me is frustrating,” Billy says, getting to his feet. “Why? It doesn’t have to be.”


This part made my heart just jump. I love your Dom and want to take him home and cuddle him. And your Billy is just so amazing. thank you so much for this and for everything else. *scampers off to friend you*

Date: 2004-03-10 02:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
Over the past week or so, I have been reading everything that you have written but have been way to blown away and shy to give you any sort of feedback, but I had to for this. This is pure poetry. Every word, every sentance just makes me in awe of you. It is so beautiful.

I'm so pleased you decided to come out of the shadows and say hello, and I'm so pleased that you enjoyed this too. Thank you for commenting!

Date: 2004-03-09 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] serialkarma.livejournal.com
You are on a role with the heartbreaking stories today, sweetie. Maybe it's the writer-aspect of this one, but it just *tugs*. But in a good way.*g*

Date: 2004-03-10 02:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
Dude, that's a cat (in your icon)? I am afeared.

Date: 2004-03-09 06:42 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] vivien
Dom’s hands are coated with flour and all he wants to do is trace Billy’s mouth.

How visceral... I love this image. I followed a link here from Circe Tigana's LJ - I imagine I'll be reading more of your stories quickly. Sigh... how Dom feels about Billy's singing is how I feel with my writing when compared to people like you.

Date: 2004-03-11 11:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
I'm pleased you enjoyed this story, thank you for commenting!

Date: 2004-03-09 07:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lalejandra.livejournal.com
Hee! Counting Blue Cars! (I am so early-90s-faux-alt-rock.)


And there are these explanations that Dom has and things he wants to say, but they all slip away

I know this was your happy!hobbits story, but oh man. Clever to slip that shit in before the fucking belt loops melted my brain.

Date: 2004-03-10 02:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
Hee! Counting Blue Cars! (I am so early-90s-faux-alt-rock.)

You know what I'm talking about? Yet another reason to adore you.

And there are these explanations that Dom has and things he wants to say, but they all slip away

I know this was your happy!hobbits story, but oh man. Clever to slip that shit in before the fucking belt loops melted my brain.


I try. I used to write a lot of happy stuff. Not in this fandom, but like in other fandoms. At some point. I know I did. Like in the beginning for the OC. And Smallville. At some point. [Krakow moment]

If I asked you to write me some Viggo, what would you say? Naturally, I'd do something in return -- if you want, but I'd really like to see your take on this thing I've been wondering about.

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Date: 2004-03-10 02:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hackthis.livejournal.com
I love the way Dom in real life will be talking about something serious, and come up with words that normally mean nothing, or something else entirely, but he forces them to mean what he wants. Everything's gone pear-shaped is just the way he'd describe things going wrong, if that's what he thought of at the moment.
All this to say, wonderful job, I really enjoyed it.


I would love to say that I've listened to Dom speak and I know what you're talking about, but then I'd be telling porkie pies. Truthfully, I cull my Dom POV from -- um, other people, and photograhs and I hone it based on articles for the most bit. Not the most scientific approach, but it seems to work okay.
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