I'M BURNIN INSIDE TO TOUCH YOU, BABY!!!!

[rispacooper]

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*

Comments

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

Since I am working overtime to payback ALL THE TIME I spent on the previous day's play on LJ, I feel only slightly guilty replying to this.

Query? Why is speculating about sex and men much more interesting than editing engineering? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Have you read Madame de Sevigne's letters and how eventually the daughter and her Count ended up bankrupting themselves with their rapacious desire for show? Although, the St. Cyrs don't seem like gamblers (how DID they lose their money?), if ne ne is any example. Control freaks do NOT equal gamblers.

then, of course, there would be the deniau to kick his ass.

Is that kick ass or kiss ass?

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

i have to say, the speculation about men and sex is far more fun than work. speculation is better than writing it, which is a big fat pain in the ass.

i would imagine daddy spent the money on the following: whoring, drinking, mistresses, probably other bastards, trying to match people who actually had fortunes in his looks and dress. french nobles weren't quite forbidden to work as english nobles were, but they weren't necessarily tied to land. the family was, i imagine, poor to begin with so daddy married etienne's mother and then promptly spent her fortunes. there's the property in the carib. but rene and mirena sucked up this year's profits for that, didn't they?

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

Your typical French wastrel then? Silly woman married him for his looks (as Rene sounds QUITE fetching! and has his "look") and then he proceeded to run through her fortune. Was gambling as much of a vice in France as it was in England?

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

You know...if it was, I think they hid that info. I mean, England practically flaunted its gaming hells. France...well they mention it as a vice, almost a crime for people like Francois Villon, "gambler and scoundrel". But I believe the king enjoyed his cards, so then nobles would have had to play as a court activity, and for high stakes too, I bet.