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Goodness I love Johnny Depp (Crybaby is on Oxygen right now...heavily censored...fucking Oprah. Though seriously, is there anything more ridiculous, or fucking hot, than Johnny Depp warning Allison that "orphans have special needs"?)
Quick note of importance. My apologies for freakout of the other day. I am good now. I am just...surprised is all. That people like my crappy writing. It amazes me. From now on though I shall direct all praise to Pooky, as she is really the one who made me write it.
Also...so far my biography of Marlowe from the library is so boring. I mean...I don't know what I was expecting-- like a Cambridge dorm room under the covers snuggle fest and handjob I guess.
That would be hot. Totally hot. Sexy and brilliant but poor undergrad and his equally poor bedmate shagging to pass the time, all the while Marlowe is in love with some snotty as hell rich kid who doesn't appreciate his education, and they hate each other, but stare at each other with a furious, panting kind of want, that just leaves Marlowe wound up and bitter and frustrated, screwing his roommate desperately. And it turns out his roommate is in love with him, worships him, but he doesn't know it. And...and...this would never ever happen but a girl can dream.
I feel like Pir8fancier. All it needs now is a super goth and intimidating professor with a preference for same snotty rich kid but a watchful eye on that troublesome Marlowe. Considering Marlowe was the only surviving son in his family, I guess that does make him The Boy Who Lived.
I would give such a story....3 dicks I think. Maybe 4 if the prof gets involved.
*munches honey roasted peanuts like a fiend*
Quick note of importance. My apologies for freakout of the other day. I am good now. I am just...surprised is all. That people like my crappy writing. It amazes me. From now on though I shall direct all praise to Pooky, as she is really the one who made me write it.
Also...so far my biography of Marlowe from the library is so boring. I mean...I don't know what I was expecting-- like a Cambridge dorm room under the covers snuggle fest and handjob I guess.
That would be hot. Totally hot. Sexy and brilliant but poor undergrad and his equally poor bedmate shagging to pass the time, all the while Marlowe is in love with some snotty as hell rich kid who doesn't appreciate his education, and they hate each other, but stare at each other with a furious, panting kind of want, that just leaves Marlowe wound up and bitter and frustrated, screwing his roommate desperately. And it turns out his roommate is in love with him, worships him, but he doesn't know it. And...and...this would never ever happen but a girl can dream.
I feel like Pir8fancier. All it needs now is a super goth and intimidating professor with a preference for same snotty rich kid but a watchful eye on that troublesome Marlowe. Considering Marlowe was the only surviving son in his family, I guess that does make him The Boy Who Lived.
I would give such a story....3 dicks I think. Maybe 4 if the prof gets involved.
*munches honey roasted peanuts like a fiend*
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