Did you ever feel sunlight on your face?

[klena]

Fuck, just as I typed the subject line, I've got an awesome idea for a HP fic. But it'll probably only turn out to be a drabble. But the IDEAS! It's been ages since a fandom-fic idea struck me.

Sweet!

Also, self, the line is "And what Potter? You come back from battle and want a post-war fuck? Is that it? Do you want me to swoon in your arms and then fall to my knees?"

Gotta phone call from mum and dad. They were slightly worried about the lack of response to their text messages but my battery is dead and mum stole the only charger we knew we definitely had. So there has been no communication.

Mum loved her present though and they're having a great time. Apparently there's SHEDLOADS of talent over there too. To quote mother-dear: If I were 30 years younger, I'd have been making some connections.

Hahahaha. And my letter got lots of laughs. Dad told me I'm a witty little bitch and Auntie Christine thinks it's great that I write exactly the way I talk. Ms. Palmer also said that I do that, which I never realised 'til now. Cool!

Matt went to Belfast on his own. Which gave me time to wash clothes, hang stuff out and draw. I actually managed to draw something that pleased me. Especially after the Tom Riddle/Harry episode. Also - smutty is good.

The image, for anyone interested, was Harry/Draco and inspired by 'Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are.' Which I'm going to squee over in the next paragraph. Anyway it has upset/reluctant!Harry leaning forward with a collar and nipple ring. (also he has...em...stuff on his face which I may rub out) Collar is attached to a rope which is being pulled by a figure in background. Draco's in a very protective, almost shying away pose yet has to lean forward. Eyes looking up at Harry. Also has a collar and nipple rings...and stuff... It's the smuttiest thing I've ever drawn. And I'm so happy with it.

Anyway! The smut was inspired, as I said, by the story 'Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are' on the hp_literotica community. Awesome story. There is no real explanation to why Draco and Harry are now public prostitutes, which is better in a way. It's brutal and dark and angsty and implies just enough to let your imagination loose. Also - non-main Harry Potter characters being brutal to Harry/Draco is askfsjng,snd. <---just like that. Dude, how could you not love a story that rips your heart out by beginning;

On the fifth of July, Harry Potter wakes, and wishes he hadn't.

You can't look away from it.

Ok. I've rambled about my porny stuff and haven't even touched my conversations with Dei and Tim about our Three-way!yaoi-image and buying yaoi doujinshi, respectively.

Y'know, over the past few days I've talked and gotten to know quite a few people. People I've never IM'd before, people who I've only just met, friends I worry about and people who I never expected to talk to. And they are perhaps the most awesome people and I'm so grateful to have had the chance to talk to them and to meet them. And Zalan's coming over in, like, a month and I'm just happy.

I feel so creative for the first time since school's end and I'm happy with who I am and I'm confident in myself.

Life is awesome.

Comments

[urbanelf.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm always one to freely receive vibes and share them too. It's just good manners.

In addition to being good manners, I have found that it can lead to astounding and sometimes wonderful experiences.

Aren't there just? There's a freedom to accepting it.

Acceptance is a part of freedom. When something is not accepted, one can never be free of their non-acceptance.

Well, I hope that my smut is something that can be enjoyed. Hopefully it may even be seen visually. Soon.

From all indications, it is most definitely something that can be enjoyed. And I will adore the day I see it with me eyes. The sooner the better \^^/

I did realise the very primal nature of that metaphor but only after posting the comment. That is my idea but bunnies tend to run rampant and then vanish for a while, so I don't like to wait too long. Also I have quite a bad impulsive streak sometimes.

Impulses aren't necessarily bad. So long as they're constructive..
The primality of the metaphor struck me initially, but it's intricate binding of the creative process to the cycle of life is an important factor too, in my eyes.
And they do run rampant and then disappear, always to come again eventually. But they are never the /same/ bunnies. Thus I encourage every one to be expressed to it's fullest.

I've just noticed that the things that really inspire me or grip me powerfully are pieces that don't state everything. Pieces where things are left unsaid or where there are faint implications of a situation. I think that it's better to leave the reader some breathing space for their own mind to filter through and pieces together their own thoughts on a piece rather than have a work that has solid, defined structure...I think that makes sense?

In this statement, you have captured one of the important lessens of the craft. At least in my view, I am inclined to agree with you that the mind is the organ we engage when our written word is read. The way in which an entire building full of people dance in their own separate intertwining ways; They all move semi-autonomously, all affecting each other. Sometimes discordant, sometimes harmonious, the dance is one of the raw nature of life, the inherent pattern of of the universe. Relational, yet independent. They meld together as the portrait of a greater whole, the primal nature of the scene, the spirit of the story flows in words, in pain, in song, in whatever form that it is conveyed in. The true art of it is to stay true to that feeling.

Perfection can be dreary and boring and stifling. Like a piece that is written beautiful and technical faultless but lacks punch because the visceral quality has been filter out and there is a lack of emotional response within the reader due to a glossy finish.

Technical perfection is inherently dulled by the refinement, the attempts at distilling the essence of a raw emotional dance often smothers the spirit of the work when taken to an extreme. It is most important to find a balance of mild refinement where you think it can help, and the urge to re-write. There are times when inspiration will touch the same stone twice, and then it should be cherished. But over-criticality can destroy one's art as well as one's mind.

I find that the idea to improve and to better myself has been provoking me to write more recently. Also the music I've been listening to recently has been seizing my heart and twisting my brain to a form of madness with inspiration. Which is undeniably cool.

Awesome sentiments. Truly awesome. XD
This feeling is natural, it is also joyous, slightly frenetic, and exhilarating. I am happy for you beyond words. But words slip off my lips as though I were kissing them.
*continued in a second relipe for the fact that I ran about a thousand characters over the comment length limit