He breath heavily. His body over hers. He looked down, waiting for a signal from her that this was the right thing to do. Her nude body underneath his was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
This is a body he knew from growing up. 19 years they had know each other. As children they showed each other their differences. That was when he first truly understood she was different from him. It was also when he realized that he never wanted anyone else.
She moaned underneath him. She whispered his name. She begged him for more, for him to fill her. He entered her, every thought of the past disappearing as he disappeared into her warmth. Their mouths locked on one another, he could smell her familiar odor that she rarely covered. Any other scent mixed perfectly with hers heightening the arousal he felt around her.
Her voice rang in his ear, he was a slave to her, wanted more and wanted more than that to please her. Her voice pleaded with him, goading his faster, wishing he go deeper.
He worked, he was losing his mind. It was all much more than he thought it would be. He kissed her mouth, her breasts, her neck before starting over. His breathing was ragged as he felt his body release. She cried out moving more on his still frame until she felt her own peak.
Sweet murmurs were shared between the two. She hugged him, kissing him deeply once more. He smiled, burying his face in her chest knowing that his 5 year old self was right, there was no other person for him. It would be a do or die, and there was no better situation he wanted.
Jasmine P.
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February 20, 2009
January 8, 2009
Fan Letter 1
Since I'm never going to actually mail any of these out, I figure I might as well write them and have them somewhere.
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Dear Mr. Downey,
What can I really say, I'm a fan. I'm not one of those creepy fans that wants to marry you, I'd be wholly content with meeting, and chatting for a day. I love your performances across the board in movies of varying acclaim. I haven't seen everything you've been in, but with what I have, I totally enjoyed your performances.
More than anything, as a fan, I really would just like a good conversation. To just see how you tick when it's not in the public eye. It's not what you were, but it's what you are. Who you are outside of the public eye intrigues me, I feel this way about many celebrities. Well, not many, but just sitting down and talking would be fantastic.
What I'm interested in knowing is what else you're interested in. The public knows of you as an actor and that you ave an interest in music. But what else is there? What types of movies do you like to see? What types of things do you read? It's the little things that make up everything that intrigues me the most. I am a 'why' type of person and am interested in knowing as much about what I'm interested in as possible. Any bit of information helps in creating more well rounded characters, stories.
'Here, check this out, a sketch of one of my characters.' That's what I'd say upon meeting you quite possibly at some point during the conversation.
To any type of point, I would quite simply like to meet and talk. A photo would be magnificent. But it's the truth. I am a fan, but like I said before not a creepy fan. I don't think it's that bad a thing to just meet and chat for a bit. It'd probably be fun. I might teach you something too. We'd both probably benefit somehow.
Points of praise:
Delivery, voice, facial expressions, physicality, emotion. Humor. Those are some of the things I really and truly love about your performances.
Another point is it's interesting with the parts you choose to perform how those hint at things about you. I feel that way about all actors. What you choose to do is an interesting reflection of self. You have taken on parts of damaged characters who are inherently good people. You have taken parts of the wild and of the human. You're wildly human, or maybe simply humanly wild and it works. The pain, the joy. Sometimes you seem to be more than an actor and you are the character, something that few can say they've accomplished.
I look forward to seeing what happens and where you go as you age. A new generation of actors is arriving and going through their own hells, just as everyone did ten, twenty years ago. But even with the youngster coming up, they still need their heroes, and audiences still need the older actors for inspiration and for those sorts of roles in film.
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I got a bit sidetracked while writing this, but it's the over all truth. More to come. More to come.
Jasmine P.
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Dear Mr. Downey,
What can I really say, I'm a fan. I'm not one of those creepy fans that wants to marry you, I'd be wholly content with meeting, and chatting for a day. I love your performances across the board in movies of varying acclaim. I haven't seen everything you've been in, but with what I have, I totally enjoyed your performances.
More than anything, as a fan, I really would just like a good conversation. To just see how you tick when it's not in the public eye. It's not what you were, but it's what you are. Who you are outside of the public eye intrigues me, I feel this way about many celebrities. Well, not many, but just sitting down and talking would be fantastic.
What I'm interested in knowing is what else you're interested in. The public knows of you as an actor and that you ave an interest in music. But what else is there? What types of movies do you like to see? What types of things do you read? It's the little things that make up everything that intrigues me the most. I am a 'why' type of person and am interested in knowing as much about what I'm interested in as possible. Any bit of information helps in creating more well rounded characters, stories.
'Here, check this out, a sketch of one of my characters.' That's what I'd say upon meeting you quite possibly at some point during the conversation.
To any type of point, I would quite simply like to meet and talk. A photo would be magnificent. But it's the truth. I am a fan, but like I said before not a creepy fan. I don't think it's that bad a thing to just meet and chat for a bit. It'd probably be fun. I might teach you something too. We'd both probably benefit somehow.
Points of praise:
Delivery, voice, facial expressions, physicality, emotion. Humor. Those are some of the things I really and truly love about your performances.
Another point is it's interesting with the parts you choose to perform how those hint at things about you. I feel that way about all actors. What you choose to do is an interesting reflection of self. You have taken on parts of damaged characters who are inherently good people. You have taken parts of the wild and of the human. You're wildly human, or maybe simply humanly wild and it works. The pain, the joy. Sometimes you seem to be more than an actor and you are the character, something that few can say they've accomplished.
I look forward to seeing what happens and where you go as you age. A new generation of actors is arriving and going through their own hells, just as everyone did ten, twenty years ago. But even with the youngster coming up, they still need their heroes, and audiences still need the older actors for inspiration and for those sorts of roles in film.
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I got a bit sidetracked while writing this, but it's the over all truth. More to come. More to come.
Jasmine P.
September 14, 2008
Saturday
So, yesterday Za and I left campus so I could get my car inspected at this place that Glenn suggested and that's how we decided on an excuse for an adventure and lunch, then during lunch we decided to make this a monthly thing. But let's travel to yesterday morning.
She comes over and I make us breakfast because...I wanted bacon and I figured I could get rid of those last few eggs I had since they were really just going to sit there until I had another chance to cook them for someone else. Seriously. So we watch Psych then roll out onto Portsmouth and realize that the shop is closed on Saturdays. When backing out of the parking lot, I break my bumper by hitting a piece of scrap metal but it looks like the only thing that needs to be replaced is the bumper which makes things that much better, even thought they really aren't. So we're both a bit shaken up, Za more then myself, and we decide to explore down 64. We drive out to Pembroke Town Center then decide to more or less never go out there because it's too expensive to buy anything.
We're both hungry...again...and we're both jonesing for salad and decide to hit up the Unos on Military, so we get there and after driving through the parking lot a bit to actually get to the restaurant we have the best experience there, overall. Two dirty spoons were not enough to mar our day. We chat about our usual bull and wabout what had happened that day so far. But the experience at the restaurant has more or less made me forget about the bumper, thant and I think my escapist habits of not thinking about things that are bad so I can regain control of a situation and myself.
The experience is so nice because the restaurant is on the empty, it's between the lunch and dinner rush so it would be. I assume out waitress had just starter her shift so she's in moderately high spirits and we're polite, we've no reason not to be. But the thing is everyone's nice. A manager opens the door for us then when we're on our way out every employee tells us to have a good evening and another waiter holds the door open on our way out. We were floored, this was seriously my best experience at an Unos, and I've been to a few, though they were usually the same restaurant over and over again.
On the way back, still riding the good vibes we decide to go to the Naro rental and pick up Ghostbusters 1&2. On the way I start singing, partially to Za, mostly because it's fun. Driving down Hampton I'm making parodies of what we're listening to, and Za's amusement only encouraged me. One of them was to Junior Senior's Move Your Feet because I was in no mood to sit in traffic. So I was talking about wanting to speed, but it was silly, and she kept laughing so I made up one about Paula Deen killing everyone with butter.
Back in the apartment we watch Ghostbusters before CR calls inviting us over to watch The Sword in the Stone and Teeth. Teeth is fucking amazing, it's about this pure virginal girl who was born with vagina dentata, teeth in her vagina. But the problem is I'm in a goofy mood and none of us are taking anything seriously so we're making fun of this movie. The crabs were the best part. Mario Kart Wii is our next activity followed by my general makng fun of the staples of video games, then we're spicifically talking about Zelda.
Saturday started off slow, but ended up being awesome! And I'm making dinner tonight, so I need to get to the store and buy me some chicken soon...
Jasmine P.
She comes over and I make us breakfast because...I wanted bacon and I figured I could get rid of those last few eggs I had since they were really just going to sit there until I had another chance to cook them for someone else. Seriously. So we watch Psych then roll out onto Portsmouth and realize that the shop is closed on Saturdays. When backing out of the parking lot, I break my bumper by hitting a piece of scrap metal but it looks like the only thing that needs to be replaced is the bumper which makes things that much better, even thought they really aren't. So we're both a bit shaken up, Za more then myself, and we decide to explore down 64. We drive out to Pembroke Town Center then decide to more or less never go out there because it's too expensive to buy anything.
We're both hungry...again...and we're both jonesing for salad and decide to hit up the Unos on Military, so we get there and after driving through the parking lot a bit to actually get to the restaurant we have the best experience there, overall. Two dirty spoons were not enough to mar our day. We chat about our usual bull and wabout what had happened that day so far. But the experience at the restaurant has more or less made me forget about the bumper, thant and I think my escapist habits of not thinking about things that are bad so I can regain control of a situation and myself.
The experience is so nice because the restaurant is on the empty, it's between the lunch and dinner rush so it would be. I assume out waitress had just starter her shift so she's in moderately high spirits and we're polite, we've no reason not to be. But the thing is everyone's nice. A manager opens the door for us then when we're on our way out every employee tells us to have a good evening and another waiter holds the door open on our way out. We were floored, this was seriously my best experience at an Unos, and I've been to a few, though they were usually the same restaurant over and over again.
On the way back, still riding the good vibes we decide to go to the Naro rental and pick up Ghostbusters 1&2. On the way I start singing, partially to Za, mostly because it's fun. Driving down Hampton I'm making parodies of what we're listening to, and Za's amusement only encouraged me. One of them was to Junior Senior's Move Your Feet because I was in no mood to sit in traffic. So I was talking about wanting to speed, but it was silly, and she kept laughing so I made up one about Paula Deen killing everyone with butter.
Back in the apartment we watch Ghostbusters before CR calls inviting us over to watch The Sword in the Stone and Teeth. Teeth is fucking amazing, it's about this pure virginal girl who was born with vagina dentata, teeth in her vagina. But the problem is I'm in a goofy mood and none of us are taking anything seriously so we're making fun of this movie. The crabs were the best part. Mario Kart Wii is our next activity followed by my general makng fun of the staples of video games, then we're spicifically talking about Zelda.
Saturday started off slow, but ended up being awesome! And I'm making dinner tonight, so I need to get to the store and buy me some chicken soon...
Jasmine P.
July 16, 2008
Necropolis Writing Challenge
THE CHALLENGE
Use the following:
-a scented candle or oil burner
-a lamp
-a reference to the ocean
-a closet
-you can only use the word "I" 5 times
-keys
-a gate
-the word 'susurrus' (means 'many whispers')
- 1 dazed look
-a dance of some sort (in whatever fashion you choose, silly dancing, an actual gala affair, whatever)
-a quote from a play
-a one word title
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A little bit of info =D
Originally I was going to use random characters for this, but changed my mind to use Necropolis for this story. Characters can be found here. This world takes place in prose and in comics and images so things end up happening all over their time line. It's quite a fun playground.
A bit of back information to makes things easier. There are two major cities for Necropolis,New York and London
New York London
Zy and Gio have known each other since they were children and met Sol and Don when the summer between 10th and 11th grade. Don who is older than the other three, was always gay and confesses his love to Sol after Sol's 19th birthday, two years after meeting. Sol, after some soul searching, accepts.
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Both factions met and became friends when Ama was in med school inAmerica
A little bit of info =D
Originally I was going to use random characters for this, but changed my mind to use Necropolis for this story. Characters can be found here. This world takes place in prose and in comics and images so things end up happening all over their time line. It's quite a fun playground.
A bit of back information to makes things easier. There are two major cities for Necropolis,
Zy and Gio have known each other since they were children and met Sol and Don when the summer between 10th and 11th grade. Don who is older than the other three, was always gay and confesses his love to Sol after Sol's 19th birthday, two years after meeting. Sol, after some soul searching, accepts.
In
Both factions met and became friends when Ama was in med school in
I hate choosing surnames so only various character have them, but in the midst of writing this I had to come up with one. David’s surname is Ellis
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Celebration
Tia leaned down to kiss David. Their friends and family all cheered for them as they became ‘one’ in matrimony. They had already lit the large candle that represented the flame of their love for one another. The rings had been exchanged and they performed the final acts necessary to unite their lives under the eyes of God. Violet was Tia’s Maid of Honor and Boehmian was David’s Best Man. Their other friends fleshed out their small party on the beach.
“You are now Mr. And Mrs. David Ellis,” the minister said smiling at the two of them. “May your days be long, your lives happy and your children plentiful.”
The happy couple had said their ‘I dos’ one sunny late afternoon in mid July, on a beach in the
They newly married couple walked hand in hand down the aisle and through the gate that separated their individual lives from their unified married life. David looked up as his new bride thinking how gorgeous she looked in her pale lilac gown. She was his everything and he knew he’d be nowhere without her. Sebastian thought he was at his most handsome with his normally green dyed hair in its natural whitish-tan as he promised her it would be for their nuptials. It had been an issue of concern months earlier, but Tia promised him it would be the only time she would make him change his appearance. She wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed by his hair, only the opposite, she loved it natural, and it was springier without the additional color chemicals in it. She was slightly forlorn knowing it would probably be years before she saw it natural again.
The party moved from the beach to a small manse on the island where the reception was being held. There were native flowers decorating the tables and the room had a pleasant flowery and plant smell. The party took this time for photos while classical music and orchestral video game music played in the background. Some of the guests took to the open bar sampling the local rums in various concoctions and kicking off and evening that they probably wouldn’t remember.
Donovan stood with Solomon, the two of them dressed elegantly with white tailed tuxedos, Donovan’s with green accents, Solomon’s with blue. Solomon sipped his drink as he and his lover watched the couple receive their guests.
“Sol, this makes me want a commitment ceremony,” Donovan whispered into Solomon’s ear. They were on equal height now, unlike when they met and Don stood a few inches taller than his younger lover.
The older man hugged his younger half as he started to imagine what they’d look like and how their ceremony would go. His face took on a dreamy quality so he didn’t notice Sol roll his eyes at his lover, but his cheeks redden from how serious he was about their relationship.
Solomon thought about it, pictureing something smaller than Ellis wedding.. Something virtually impossible for the heir of Bonez Corp. but a fantasy none the less. He hadn’t even come out of the closet to his parents. They still only thought that they two young men were nothing but friends. This was something the two were still at odds against, Sol was trying to find the best time to tell his parents that he might not actually provide the family with an heir.
Not too far from the newly married couple Giovanni stood with his girlfriend, mostly happy to be back at her side. He knew she wouldn’t be on Solomon’s arm for long, but was still happy to be back at her side. “You were gorgeous up there. I know what when we get married, you’ll look even better.”
“’When we get married?’ Is that some sort of proposal, now?” Zy asked playing with Giovanni’s hair.
“Nonotreallynghh... But… Engh…Wait, let me ex…yes…no. Ihh,” the young man wanted nothing more than to run for a minute. He was distressed. He wanted to say yes, but he had no ring and nothing to prove what he wanted.
Zanita saw how Giovanni reacted from her teasing and was a little surprised with how flustered he became. “Calm down, Gio. We have to get through school first, don’t worry about it. Relax,” she pulled her boyfriend’s face to hers and kissed his forehead hoping she’d be able to get him to stop worrying. “Before you go and try to get any rings, how about you get me a mojito, and I’ll be right over there with Violet.” Giovanni walked off with a nod to get the drink she wanted. He decided to get a rum and coke while at the bar. It would help.
“’Time eases all things,” Zanita said approaching Violet and giving the taller woman a hug.
“Oedipus Rex.” Violet said responding to a little game the two of them had. One would give a quote, the other, where it was from. “I know, but still.” Violet had spent many years pining for her friend. She was happy for her, but until their kiss she imagined Tia leaving David and getting together with her. Zanita had figured out how Violet felt, which lifted a weight off of Violet’s shoulders having someone to confide in if nothing else.
“There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution”
“Dorian Gray,” Zanita replied as Giovanni walked up with her drink.
“I should have come here first to get your drink too.” He said feeling bad about not be a better gentleman.
Violet looked at the younger man and smiled. “It’s alright, there’s plenty of time in the evening to drink. Or, I could just swipe yours,” she said right before taking his rum and coke and knocking it back so fast she could barely taste it. The dark rum used in the drink burned, a familiar feeling from drowning her sorrows on other nights. “Now, go be a good boy and get me a rum and coke of my own.”
Giovanni sighed as he did as he was told. Zanita laughed as her boyfriend trotted off to fulfill Violet’s demand. “That wasn’t very nice, you know.”
“But it was funny and I feel a bit better now.” Violet said laughing with her friend.
The newly married couple was far from being finished with receiving their congratulations for their marriage, but they took a break and listened to the susurrus and the din of conversation around them. They laughed at their younger cousins dancing with one another to the music. They shared their own hushed assumptions as to who would be married next out of their close groups of friends. Tia thought Zy and Gio could be next. David though Bo and Ama had more of a chance. Though both supported Don and Sol, it still didn’t seem like the two of them would be together for the long haul. They watched Giovanni and Zanita laughing when Gio got flustered after looking so manly and confidant.
“You, my dear, may be right about them being next.” David said smirking. “You may be right, but they still seem a little young to me. Gio’s only just turned 21, Zy’s going to be 20 for a few months yet.”
“True, but just think of their wedding.” Tia said before turning to a cousin who was apologetic about missing the ceremony and being delayed by a storm out of
David raised an eyebrow. “Tia, they are just like the two of us, except Gio’s still not half as stable we were at his age. Zy would probably end up taking care of most everything.” Sebastian raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘as if it wasn’t me who did most of it’.
“You did most everything, but I had my own bit of influence. Aside from the music,” he said laughing as an orchestral rendition of the Legend of Zelda theme was played by the quartet they had hired.
Sebastian laughed with her husband as the song made her want to play Ocarina of Time for a bit. “I do quite like your lighting choice. Candles create a cozy atmosphere as the evening draws on.” She kissed her hubby, quite happy with how her—how their day had gone.
“Ama, let’s dance,” Bohemien said pulling his lover closer to the musicians where there was a small dance floor.
“Bo, we’re not dancing to a video game song. Or at least wait until the jazz band comes out. I love strings, but little beats a jazz band.” Amadeus said pulling his blind boyfriend back to his side. “If only you could see how good your suit looks on you.” He cooed petting his lover’s cheek with his knuckles.
Bohemien lifted his face toward Amadeus’ placing a soft kiss on his lover’s lips. “As long as you can see me, it’s fine. You’re the only one who matters to me. Well, everyone else matters, but you matter more.”
“The wedding was gorgeous. You were quite handsome up there next to David. Your sister was radiant. Hell, she still is.” Amadeus held the younger man smiling. “Your mother would be proud.”
“Ama, could you go get our gift? It’s upstairs in the closet still.” Bohemien said after a moment thinking about the mother he had until he was 6. “You have your key for the room?”
“It’s in my wallet. Do you want me to take you to your sister, or do you want to rest?” Amadeus asked wanting him to be comfortable until he got back.
Bohemien thought for a moment. “Take me to Tia please. But don’t forget about our dance when the jazz band gets here.”
Amadeus rolled his eyes, smiling. Though Bohemien couldn’t see this, he got the feeling when Amadeus sighed before responding “We will dance when the jazz band is here after dinner. But until then, congratulate your sister.” He said leading one twin back to the other. Their two men stood off to the side as the siblings hugged and had their own moment. “David.”
The gamer looked at the older man, “Hn?”
“You better take good care of my sister over there.” Amadeus said pointing at the twins.
“Ama, you’ve know me for years. You know me! Is this really necessary, we’ve been brothers for a long time now,” David replied almost not believing what Amadeus was saying to him.
“All the more reason to take good care of her. She’s my only sister. Bohemien may not be married to me yet, but she’s my sister, and you’re now my brother.” Amadeus said leaning on the other man, “And as long as you always do right by here, as you have in the past, you’ll be fine. Congratulations. You’re the best things to happen to one another, you know that?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty damn lucky to have here.” David said smiling as some of his friends from
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I do like how this came out over all. Everyone is in character, and pretty appropriate for their ages considering I usually keep them to their younger ages and I don't work with the London crowd as much as the English crowd.
[BTW, this took way to freakin' long to write! 4 hours off and on. maybe 3 working hours.
Jasmine P.
June 26, 2008
Movies
Okay, since I'm obsessing over KKBB and movies at the moment this is well timed.
Firstly, I love movie commentary. If I buy my camera [and I will, dammit!] whatever movies I make will feature commentary, mine and Za's since she'll probably be in half of what I make, and whoever else wants to comment on my videos.
Commentary is fun, it tells a lot about the behind the scenes of a movie and if there is character/actor commentary and not just director and writer commentary, it's even better. Actor commentary is the most fun because they're usually incredibly vain, or their general reaction to their fellow actor's performances. You learn a lot about the actors themselves and they just enhance the fun of the movie.
One of my other things about movies are how much fun is sounds like the actors have on set. The jokes and such. I guess it's the same general bullshit that happens between me and my friends, but it just sounds like so much fun, and for it to be on video, that's like a second bit of awesome and amazing because all that shit you say off the top of your head, you can hear it again later and it just plain sounds like fun.
Over on facebook my status says/said I wanted a youthifier. Actually, I want the Youthifier 2.0, the 1.0 version only lasted 1 minute before the 2.0 was created, but there is a reason for this. It's quite annoying to adore an actor who's old enough you be your father, but part of the charm of an actor is their age, their intellect, so a Youthifier make them younger than they are, but leaves their mind, their mentality, their intellect where it is for their age which helps them you keep their awesome, part of it at least.
The first Youthifier was a doorway, one way through de-ages the person. The Youthifier 2.0 is a gun instead of a doorway, so you point and shoot, causing the physicality of their body to get younger.
Regretfully this is only for flings. A few hours hanging out. Truthfully, I wouldn't want long term interaction, but for a while it would be quite fun, but they have the right to be as awesome and sexy as always, so they must be returned at some point, so I'd need an Ager to return things back to normal.
Okay, so I'm watching Batman at the moment, but my question is why does the Riddler give Batman clues to foil him? I mean, it's like Superman telling Lex Luther 'Hi, just so you know, whenever you decide to kick my ass just surround me in Kryptonite <3'>
New question, how the fuck does Batman just know 64 squared off the top of his head? [4096, if you're curious] Don't ask why I'm so hyper critical at the moment, but what I'm saying is true. If the Riddler really wanted Gordon to die, or whatever, he wouldn't have brought Batman back.
Back to the jaw thing, cap him in his face. I mean they catch him and tie him up all the time, but never manage to kill him. Batman had living chess long before Harry Potter did.
So, back to the whole movie thing, well, the Youthifier first. It'd be fun, but then again I've also said I'd be fine with just a general conversation with various celebrities. The Youthifier would be for...something else. Not too dirty, but it would be nice. Less guilty for making out and the like. But seriously, a conversation would be fun, I'd even let them ask the questions. Let them know what they would about me instead of me knowing what I would about them. Unless they wanted to just tell me about every aspect of their lives that I would think of questioning.
The whole inspiration for the Youthifier came from waking up this morning and trying to not feel guilty about feeling attracted to someone twice my age. Then I decided to make them my age and I figured out how. The Youthifier, a doorway to making them my age, but keeping their mind and everything they know that makes them sexy.
After logically thinking that getting someone to walk through a random fuck doorway and not walking through with them it needed an upgrade into something a lot more logical to be using, so I made it into a gun instead. The Youthifier 2.0. At some point there may be a 3.0, but I don't know. I kind of want to draw it in action, too bad I can't draw real people with the skill it requires for them to look like whoever I'm trying to draw.
I had some other movie obsessiveness, but Batman distracted me, and now I can't remember what else I was going to say. But still, 'yay' for sexy actors. Wow, this is more something like I'd post in LJ, this gets to go to LJ anyway. Fuck it
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
Firstly, I love movie commentary. If I buy my camera [and I will, dammit!] whatever movies I make will feature commentary, mine and Za's since she'll probably be in half of what I make, and whoever else wants to comment on my videos.
Commentary is fun, it tells a lot about the behind the scenes of a movie and if there is character/actor commentary and not just director and writer commentary, it's even better. Actor commentary is the most fun because they're usually incredibly vain, or their general reaction to their fellow actor's performances. You learn a lot about the actors themselves and they just enhance the fun of the movie.
One of my other things about movies are how much fun is sounds like the actors have on set. The jokes and such. I guess it's the same general bullshit that happens between me and my friends, but it just sounds like so much fun, and for it to be on video, that's like a second bit of awesome and amazing because all that shit you say off the top of your head, you can hear it again later and it just plain sounds like fun.
Over on facebook my status says/said I wanted a youthifier. Actually, I want the Youthifier 2.0, the 1.0 version only lasted 1 minute before the 2.0 was created, but there is a reason for this. It's quite annoying to adore an actor who's old enough you be your father, but part of the charm of an actor is their age, their intellect, so a Youthifier make them younger than they are, but leaves their mind, their mentality, their intellect where it is for their age which helps them you keep their awesome, part of it at least.
The first Youthifier was a doorway, one way through de-ages the person. The Youthifier 2.0 is a gun instead of a doorway, so you point and shoot, causing the physicality of their body to get younger.
Regretfully this is only for flings. A few hours hanging out. Truthfully, I wouldn't want long term interaction, but for a while it would be quite fun, but they have the right to be as awesome and sexy as always, so they must be returned at some point, so I'd need an Ager to return things back to normal.
Okay, so I'm watching Batman at the moment, but my question is why does the Riddler give Batman clues to foil him? I mean, it's like Superman telling Lex Luther 'Hi, just so you know, whenever you decide to kick my ass just surround me in Kryptonite <3'>
New question, how the fuck does Batman just know 64 squared off the top of his head? [4096, if you're curious] Don't ask why I'm so hyper critical at the moment, but what I'm saying is true. If the Riddler really wanted Gordon to die, or whatever, he wouldn't have brought Batman back.
Back to the jaw thing, cap him in his face. I mean they catch him and tie him up all the time, but never manage to kill him. Batman had living chess long before Harry Potter did.
So, back to the whole movie thing, well, the Youthifier first. It'd be fun, but then again I've also said I'd be fine with just a general conversation with various celebrities. The Youthifier would be for...something else. Not too dirty, but it would be nice. Less guilty for making out and the like. But seriously, a conversation would be fun, I'd even let them ask the questions. Let them know what they would about me instead of me knowing what I would about them. Unless they wanted to just tell me about every aspect of their lives that I would think of questioning.
The whole inspiration for the Youthifier came from waking up this morning and trying to not feel guilty about feeling attracted to someone twice my age. Then I decided to make them my age and I figured out how. The Youthifier, a doorway to making them my age, but keeping their mind and everything they know that makes them sexy.
After logically thinking that getting someone to walk through a random fuck doorway and not walking through with them it needed an upgrade into something a lot more logical to be using, so I made it into a gun instead. The Youthifier 2.0. At some point there may be a 3.0, but I don't know. I kind of want to draw it in action, too bad I can't draw real people with the skill it requires for them to look like whoever I'm trying to draw.
I had some other movie obsessiveness, but Batman distracted me, and now I can't remember what else I was going to say. But still, 'yay' for sexy actors. Wow, this is more something like I'd post in LJ, this gets to go to LJ anyway. Fuck it
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
May 12, 2008
Dinner Date D1
I wrote this little bit of extra short story when I was in Driver Improvement School. To be edited and elaborated on in the future.
So, that's the original story, as I had written it on Saturday. Despite how it may sound, She's a werewolf, not a vampire. I'm looking to edit this and make it more obvious by the end of the story what she is. It's all I could fit on the page of paper of the little pad. All confined to one page of paper. I don't think it's bad, but it seriously needs some improvement.
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
There he was, across the bar. his dark hair kept short and neat, everything maintained and trim. He smiles when he sees a cut young thing in something low cut and slinky. I watch him as he leaves the bar to dance with that trick. A trick. If he's going after a trick he's not worth it.
My drink is sweet and cold as I look around and see another. His hair is long, dark and neat. He smiles when our eyes meet, I twirl my air around my finger looking at him then looking away. He finished his drink before moving through the intoxicated crowd to my side. He ordered me another drink, and a drink for himself. His voice was pleasant, a deep masculine comfort, a pleasant way to end the week.
We spoke all night, left the bar for a table. He let me run my fingers through his hair. It was soft, he liked it, he softly kissed my wrist, commenting on my perfume. He moved closer to me and i could smell him, I could smell his cologne. I leaned against him, enjoying his warmth. His hand was on my shoulder. I looked into his eyes, feeling as if I would fall into his eyes. How clear they were, a gorgeous light brown color. They disappear as I feel his lips against mine. I taste the whiskey on his tongue, on his lips. It clashes with my daqueri but tastes oh so good. Oh so delicious, oh so warm. Our mouths separate and I feel an unsated hunger rise up in me. I desire him, he's oh so warm and perfect. I kiss his neck, tasting, pet neck behind his ear. He moans, I know he's mine. I'm ready to devour him. now it is time to leave the bar, in the dark of night. The full moon is pleasant tonight, it makes me strong...
So, that's the original story, as I had written it on Saturday. Despite how it may sound, She's a werewolf, not a vampire. I'm looking to edit this and make it more obvious by the end of the story what she is. It's all I could fit on the page of paper of the little pad. All confined to one page of paper. I don't think it's bad, but it seriously needs some improvement.
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
December 1, 2007
English Mid-Term Story
So, a few months back in either mid/late October or early November we wrote our English mid-term papers. I was amused by it when I wrote it and I've wanted to write it up for a while, but I remembered that we're supposed to turn them in later. This was supposed to be funny and somewhat satirical so this will be on the silly side. Minor edits for sensibility...or because I have no friggin' clue what I wrote.
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Choosing a mate in a very simple process nowadays with all the technology and socitial advancements that mave been made since the dawn of time. Insteas of shows of brute force and physical prowess nowadays people want the finer things in life: comfort, money, electronics, faster cars and [demonstrations] of technological prowess.
When searching for a mate, a club is a an easy way to find someone just [as] desperate as you are. They spend hours getting dressed to the nines, putting every hair into its place and they practice their mating calls to make sure they can attract the best mate. an example of one such mating call popular with the scientific crowd is 'If I were an enzyme, I'd want to be DNA [helicase] so I could unzip your genes' Calls of this variety are not always successful and can cause the caller to be violently rejected. As easy as it is to find a mate at a club, it is ill advised to stay with one of these sorts for too long because for as easy as it was to attract said mate, it is just as easy to lose said mate.
Another viable venue for finding a made is one from your own pack. Someone you know well who knows everyting about you so the whole 'getting to know you, getting to knoooow all about yooouuu' phase is already done. Awkward silences are a thing of the past in this sort of relationship because anything that may have halted a conversation has already been done and said and taken care of. The problem with choosing a mate from a group of friends is [that] if you break it off before or after jumping the broom stick there will be the awkward division of friends or worse yet running into your ex with a new mate.
Having an established common interest is a way to choose a successful mate. You could both be dog people; you with your terrier-collie mis and them with their pure breed all-American golden retriever. Your dogs hit it off one day one at first sniff. Strange, considering your terrier-collie id quick to bite, you start up a quick [rapport] with the trerievers owner and you two hit it off. Things are fine at first, you're a liberal, they're a conservative but you let bygones-be-bygones and move in together and all is fin until you find their retriever with the neighbor's Great Dane from next door, your terrier is all alone. [The] next strike is them with their secretary in your great-grandmothers marriage bed.
Th issues with choosing a mate today [is there is] so much more to consider, to take into account. Maybe a good old blind date is in order. You meet at a coffee shop, neutral territory, set up by your friends for the afternoon. While waiting for that special (unknown) someone to appear with a single red rose you see them appear with all the finesse and sexual prowess of a tiger. They slunk over disappearing in the crowd every second or two before shining once more as they clear their dully adorned surroundings. They have a bouquet instead of a single flower and then they greet your. Everything that made them so perfect [breaks] as you hear them speak with no grasp of the language they're speaking and teeth that look like they chewed through a long and that they brushed with pond scum.
Wow, who knew choosing a mate could be so hard! Maybe the days of fights for the win and possession were best. You're walking home with a bouquet of roses and a thundercloud over your head. You think all is lost when you finally see someone [fall] and you give them a hand and notice how adorable they are. Everything clicks so perfectly from seeing them simply trip over their own two shoes while trying to walk. You both laugh and the thundercloud seems to be blown away by the ray of sunshine emanating from their laugh.
Behind every cloud is a shining sun waiting to be seen.
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Hahaha, this still makes me laugh. Here ye be =D
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Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
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Choosing a mate in a very simple process nowadays with all the technology and socitial advancements that mave been made since the dawn of time. Insteas of shows of brute force and physical prowess nowadays people want the finer things in life: comfort, money, electronics, faster cars and [demonstrations] of technological prowess.
When searching for a mate, a club is a an easy way to find someone just [as] desperate as you are. They spend hours getting dressed to the nines, putting every hair into its place and they practice their mating calls to make sure they can attract the best mate. an example of one such mating call popular with the scientific crowd is 'If I were an enzyme, I'd want to be DNA [helicase] so I could unzip your genes' Calls of this variety are not always successful and can cause the caller to be violently rejected. As easy as it is to find a mate at a club, it is ill advised to stay with one of these sorts for too long because for as easy as it was to attract said mate, it is just as easy to lose said mate.
Another viable venue for finding a made is one from your own pack. Someone you know well who knows everyting about you so the whole 'getting to know you, getting to knoooow all about yooouuu' phase is already done. Awkward silences are a thing of the past in this sort of relationship because anything that may have halted a conversation has already been done and said and taken care of. The problem with choosing a mate from a group of friends is [that] if you break it off before or after jumping the broom stick there will be the awkward division of friends or worse yet running into your ex with a new mate.
Having an established common interest is a way to choose a successful mate. You could both be dog people; you with your terrier-collie mis and them with their pure breed all-American golden retriever. Your dogs hit it off one day one at first sniff. Strange, considering your terrier-collie id quick to bite, you start up a quick [rapport] with the trerievers owner and you two hit it off. Things are fine at first, you're a liberal, they're a conservative but you let bygones-be-bygones and move in together and all is fin until you find their retriever with the neighbor's Great Dane from next door, your terrier is all alone. [The] next strike is them with their secretary in your great-grandmothers marriage bed.
Th issues with choosing a mate today [is there is] so much more to consider, to take into account. Maybe a good old blind date is in order. You meet at a coffee shop, neutral territory, set up by your friends for the afternoon. While waiting for that special (unknown) someone to appear with a single red rose you see them appear with all the finesse and sexual prowess of a tiger. They slunk over disappearing in the crowd every second or two before shining once more as they clear their dully adorned surroundings. They have a bouquet instead of a single flower and then they greet your. Everything that made them so perfect [breaks] as you hear them speak with no grasp of the language they're speaking and teeth that look like they chewed through a long and that they brushed with pond scum.
Wow, who knew choosing a mate could be so hard! Maybe the days of fights for the win and possession were best. You're walking home with a bouquet of roses and a thundercloud over your head. You think all is lost when you finally see someone [fall] and you give them a hand and notice how adorable they are. Everything clicks so perfectly from seeing them simply trip over their own two shoes while trying to walk. You both laugh and the thundercloud seems to be blown away by the ray of sunshine emanating from their laugh.
Behind every cloud is a shining sun waiting to be seen.
~~~~
Hahaha, this still makes me laugh. Here ye be =D
~~~~
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
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