R. Cooper's Blog, page 16

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SYNOPSIS WRITTEN, BITCHES!!! (okay first draft of it which is still weird, because I don't have feedback from all my betas yet but you know what? Whatever. I needed to get it out.)

You are welcome to send me porn to reward me. (or I will just write something about a subway train and a twink with a nice ass)

*amused at self*

on account of I thought you were big and cute and pretty

Rather low energy at the moment, which I am going to blame on not having any writing projects and working on a synopsis, which always sucks (trust me, any non-writers out there, it's an irritating experience). But really, this is definitely one of those times where I'm torn between living as a hermit and wanting someone to come take me out for a night of debauchery to make me forget all this. ...Hermit still sounds slightly more appealing. Poop.

ANYWAY. Charity thing. I was thinking old school bidding for new original short stories unless people are dying for snippets in a particular universe(???), not that I expect to make much in either case, but you know, a dollar for charity is a dollar for charity.

ANOTHER ANYWAY. We are ten days away from Play It Again, Charlie coming out, so I thought I'd spam you all with some classic movie goodness. Why? Well once you know Will this will make sense. Also Barbara Stanwyck, motherfuckers. Barbara Stanwyck.

teaching a pretty man the meaning of yum yum

With bonus Cary Grant!

Gay all of the sudden!

(Yeeeeeah can you tell my type and/or what kind of stories I like from those or what? hahaha)

I love that lavender blonde

Okay this is some brilliant, sexy fanart for a TV show, but it totally reminds me of Will from Play It Again, Charlie. If he was a little blonder and a little more naked. So I am sharing.

Click the link for some not quite safe for work fun filth: lalalala

that throws me to the ground

I am supposed to be going over my galley proof today, only I keep getting embarrassed at seeing it in print and looking away.

The front is lovely though. Old-fashioned and pretty.

Etiquette question...are you supposed to comment when you friend or follow someone you don't really know? Similarly, are you supposed to comment when they friend or follow you if you don't know them that well/at all?

I suppose it's one of those things where you can do whatever, but one is seen as slightly more or less bitchy than the other.

And then the dilemma, start working on the synopsis for the dragon thing (which I hate doing) or waste time writing long fanfic insane thing that's eaten my brain? Dammit. *Or* brainstorm online with someone this original thing that would be awesome but which will likely never get written? ARGH.

Also I am still thinking on the charity thing. Would people bid on me if I offered a short story or something? A free book? hmmm

Queens of the Castro-Scholarship!

The Queens of the Castro are offering a scholarship to San Francisco high school seniors to go toward their college education, so I'm spreading the word and I hope others do the same. College is expensive and every little bit helps, right?

Rules and how to apply

Applications are due by May 1.


Darla Gayle and Jenny Talia are some fabulous bitches for doing this. *love*

in the kitchen on the floor

Charlie and Will are officially up on Dreamspinner's Coming Soon page, so I have a month to freak out and fret about them. I can't help it. Those boys were one of those things that consume your life for like three years. Seriously. I completed a NaNo's worth of stuff on those boys and then deleted most of it. They've been through some stuff and even have AU's for the AU's in my head.

They are original and they still have *Alternate Universes* in my mind. Is that normal? Ah well. I can't help it. Will is adorable and Charlie, like Horace Vandergelder, just can't help being charming. Flat on his back he is still charming, that reluctant daddy.

Well to me he's charming and Will is adorable. To others, maybe not. But you know, poo. I ought to write that Will gets a tattoo fic to celebrate. (Karol and Hart need some fic lovin' too, but hmm).

I haven't forgotten the idea of a contest or a charity thing. I just need to research and consider and I've been busy writing and editing dragons in love and then trying to think about mad bombers in steampunk 1870's London.

*How* are so people tagging Charlie and Will as "to read" already? This happened *yesterday*.

Anyway, to celebrate, a Will and Charlie kinky little commentfic I wrote forever ago. Don't read it if you aren't into a) vague spoilers b) discipline c) anxiety.

WUT? I hear people thinking. I swear they make sense. Really.

(This will be behind a cut in LJ but I will have to come back to do that on GR. Sorry.)


Will grasped the wall with the sort of dramatic desperation one saw in movie drowning victims, like in that old Titanic movie with Barbara Stanwyck, A Night to Remember, when...

"Oh fuck." He bowed his head and forgot his own thought. His lips were against the paint, he thought about licking it, not for any specific reason, just because he wanted... needed... any other sort of feeling to distract him from that sharphotmeltinggood pain of the back of Charlie's hand.

He looked over, not jerking at the next crack but tensing. It made the next one hurt more, but he bit his lip, not sure if he'd moan or cry out and knowing either would make Charlie hesitate, ask if he was okay.

He was more than okay. He was dying in the best way possible.

He hadn't even done anything to earn this. Not that he could think of. He'd come home late, his cell phone in pieces from where he'd dropped it on the floor of that bar, and he'd tried to be quiet to not wake Charlie up but Charlie must have been up already though it was after midnight.

Charlie must have been awake already, Will thought again, and Charlie was limping, like he was sore, like he'd been pacing, which was something people only did when worried, and oh.

"Oh, Charlie, I'm sorry." He shuddered against the wall at the extra force in the next one and then the bloom of aching heat, the burning throb taking over the lower half of his body.

He was shaking, and opened his mouth. The paint felt cool against his lips. Charlie's hand would be hot. Will wanted to lick that too, to slide down and plead forgiveness and kiss Charlie's hand, and then his cock, whatever he had to do to make this better.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." His breath hitched at the end and he rolled forward, pressing his hard dick to the wall. The breath rushed out of him when Charlie didn't slow, and oh god, he tried not to imagine the concern in Charlie's dark eyes, how it would have turned to panic when Charlie hadn't heard from him. Panic Charlie couldn't help.

"I'm sorry. My phone broke, I...." He gasped, but it was so good. A warm blanket of concern, a knife-edge of pain like anxiety. "Oh god, Charlie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I never meant to...."

"Will…." It burst out of Charlie, like he'd been holding it back, and there was a lot in this one, the same ache Will felt, the need, the love. Will bent his head, turned to push his cheek to the wall and nod for Charlie to see.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. Please. I need. I love... please...."

The rest was swallowed up by Charlie's mouth as Will was turned around and slammed into the wall and kissed with bruising strength, as shaking hands ran over him like Charlie couldn't help himself. He clung to Will like Charlie was the one drowning, and Will shivered and leaned forward.

"Will," Charlie said again, and Will nodded, knowing exactly what that meant. Worry and love and fear and embarrassment at being so needy. Will, I thought you were hurt, or worse, and it was driving me crazy.

"I'm so sorry." Charlie shouldn't be embarrassed. Not ever. Charlie shouldn't be crazy, or worry either. "I'm sorry. I love you too. Please, please." He fell to his knees.

He could say things too, and knew Charlie understood them when he choked above him and gasped for sweet, sweet air.

Goodreads on Facebook

Does anyone know what that ap is supposed to actually do? Does it just link back and forth or what?

And please assume when you explain it to me that you're talking to a Luddite monkey who doesn't even own a smart phone. :)

I thought you were created by gay scientists.

...And then that moment where you wait for your betas to rip you to shreds.

What to do in the meantime? Also I need stuff to read when I'm at work. Stuff that isn't romance or porn because I have obvious physical reactions to that and um...yeah...*work*. I prefer non fiction but I will read the occasional stuff from the bestsellers lists if it catches my eye--or if I can find a free copy at the library. :)

before you came into my life i missed you so bad

So I have like a month and a week until my release date and I should be editing things, and revising parts of the dragon thing that dlasta suggested I revise, and thinking about more than the sex scenes in this other thing I want to do someday (it has no plot. problem.). Instead I've been frittering away time on lovely cracky fanfiction and listening to this song:

Call Me Maybe and the video has me focusing on that rib tattoo and wondering once again *why* didn't I give Will a tattoo? A luscious dark tattoo on his tan, smooth twinky skin for Charlie to obsess about...

He needs one now. He needs to get one post-"Play It Again, Charlie" with Charlie's name in it or something so Charlie can fret and worry about needles and diseases and Will being in pain but secretly love it (love it, love it so much), his name in Will's skin like that. He will sleep with his hand over it, every night. *aw*

Should I have a contest for a tattoo design? I don't even know who would enter. Or what I'd give as a prize. I am supposed to get copies of the book when it comes out. I could give away one of those... or hmm what else would be good? What would my one possible entrant (if that) want?

Or I could do something charity related in return for...IDK fanart or something? I don't know though. My giving limit at the moment isn't much...

Or I have too many thoughts right now and no where to put them.

Woman you smell like cake!

Dammit! Why is fanfiction so much *fun*? I should be doing real work, not playing around with crack pairings. I mean, sure I can tell myself that it's good writing practice and everything, but really I am doing it for the wheeeee!

Okay it *is* good writing practice. Thinky, but not too thinky. With blowjobs. That's always nice.

...I might be high off pudding and crack pairings right now. Hmm.