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Because they're now available to me in a format I actually kind of like, and because anonymous trolls are awful:
Daniel is never going to admit it, but he prefers talking to Laurie - eating dinner with her, walking down the street with her, window shopping and playing the "what would I buy if I hadn't spent all my money on repairing Archie" game, bouncing an idea for modifications to his costume, or his gear off her and seeing what she thought -- to the sex.
He prefers fighting or saving people next to her, too.
Sex is... Only with adrenaline pumping through his veins is his need raw enough, intense enough to overcome the fact that her body, even muscled as it is, is soft where it should be hard, smells of women where it should smell of semen and musk, that even though he likes her, even maybe loves her, she's not what his body really wants.
Women aren't what his body really wants.
But right now, Archie is humming around them and they've only barely escaped the most recent fight with their lives, and Laurie is wearing nothing but her high-heeled black boots, writhing against him while he still has his mask on, and things are good.
And if he thinks of freckles dotting pale skin like ink blots when he kisses her shoulder, hears someone else's voice growling "Leave mask on," when she runs her hands over his cowl and breathes "Leave the goggles on. I want you to see me," sees blood spattered across snow and hears the sound of his own screaming when she climaxes with a choked-off little scream of her own, he's very careful never to tell her.
It feels too much like a betrayal, though he's not certain of whom.
Daniel is never going to admit it, but he prefers talking to Laurie - eating dinner with her, walking down the street with her, window shopping and playing the "what would I buy if I hadn't spent all my money on repairing Archie" game, bouncing an idea for modifications to his costume, or his gear off her and seeing what she thought -- to the sex.
He prefers fighting or saving people next to her, too.
Sex is... Only with adrenaline pumping through his veins is his need raw enough, intense enough to overcome the fact that her body, even muscled as it is, is soft where it should be hard, smells of women where it should smell of semen and musk, that even though he likes her, even maybe loves her, she's not what his body really wants.
Women aren't what his body really wants.
But right now, Archie is humming around them and they've only barely escaped the most recent fight with their lives, and Laurie is wearing nothing but her high-heeled black boots, writhing against him while he still has his mask on, and things are good.
And if he thinks of freckles dotting pale skin like ink blots when he kisses her shoulder, hears someone else's voice growling "Leave mask on," when she runs her hands over his cowl and breathes "Leave the goggles on. I want you to see me," sees blood spattered across snow and hears the sound of his own screaming when she climaxes with a choked-off little scream of her own, he's very careful never to tell her.
It feels too much like a betrayal, though he's not certain of whom.
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It was also the most violent thing that wasn't a horror movie or war movie that I've ever seen, which I'm betting puts a lot of viewers off. I know more than one person in fandom who would probably not be able to sit through another moment of the film after seeing the Comedian murder the pregnant Vietnamese woman.
if you zoom in on Rorschach and Dan, you don't have to notice the rest of it...
That's what I plan to do when enjoying the fanworks for it (I can't help it; marginally stable person/colossally fucked-up violent person who needs someone to hold their leash is one of my pairing kinks from way back). Though actually, I've found that I like characters in the movie/fanfic/fandom discussions who left me totally cold in the comic. It seems all it takes is the magic touch of a writer who's not Alan Moore.
This fic is, pretty much, exactly how things are with Dan and Laurie. Dead on.
*blushes* Yay, thanks! One thing that struck me both in the comic and the move was that Dan and Laurie made much better friends than lovers.
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marginally stable person/colossally fucked-up violent person who needs someone to hold their leash is one of my pairing kinks from way back
NO FUCKING KIDDING. I feel kind of ashamed about how predictably this turns me on.
It's good to see you around this fandom. Hope you'll write more.
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The director is the same guy who did 300, which already had the violence dialled up to at least 9. My guess is that he felt the need to try and top his previous comic-book-adaptation project.
It was beautifully shot violence, though, I have to give it that -- the fight scenes were gorgeous. The bit where the guy was cut apart in order to open the cell door was too squicky for me, though (I actually found it harder to watch than the infamous dogs scene, which is one of the few times I'll seriously give Alan Moore props. The bit where Rorschach looks over at the dogs and finally realized exactly what they're eating is one of the better moments of stomach-turning horror I've read/seen).
NO FUCKING KIDDING. I feel kind of ashamed about how predictably this turns me on.
I try not to interrogate this kink too closely, for fear it will reveal uncomfortable things about my psyche.
I sadly don't think I'll be writing all that much for this fandom, though -- Steve/Tony still owns my soul, plus I have this nagging fear that a serious attempt to write Watchmen fic of any length would morph into a mutated JLU AU about The Question and Blue Beetle.
That said, I do have some kink meme prompt fic here (http://spam-monster.livejournal.com/813.html?thread=59949#t59949).
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