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Veroe's idea box

Veroe said:
Disney Buys Star Wars
Disney Acquires Lucasfilm

I am not sure how to feel about this.

On the one hand I want to be optimistic and pumped about the prospect of more and new creative blood flowing into Star Wars, a franchise I've loved since I was 5, but....it can go soooo wrong too.....(or it can get even worse, depending on who you ask)

Disney bought Marvel and Pixar and for the most part have allowed those companies to retain creative control and maintain the integrity of their products, but then again....does that mean we'll see a renaissance for the galaxy far far away....I don't know...and can't tell if I still care, even.

I've been knocked off the bandwagon of Star Wars, and not for lack of trying and scrambling to hang on by my fingernails for the past few years as products of debatable quality and dubious events have been routinely stomping on my fingers and a hand in my face shoving me off.....I don't know if I can climb back on that bandwagon again now, and if I do can I do that with the same innocent enthusiasm and confidence and faith I had in the direction of the franchise before.

:rolleyes:who am I kidding as soon as they bring out Episode 7 I'll be in line to see it like every other jaded embittered never gonna get back on the bandwagon fan too:rolleyes::D
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As my brother pointed out, one of the good things about Disney is they don't mind outsourcing if they don't have someone who has a grasp of the story. I mean, they did let Joss Whedon pretty much have his way with The Avengers, just did basic oversight.

In the case of Lucas, I have little doubt they'll let him stay on in some capacity, but at the same time they'll have their own basic ideas about the direction that could help avoid some of the dumber aspects that get thrown into movies.

So be cautiously optimistic for now.
 
This is a post I was working on for the chat, write, post whatever thread in the playground using a favorite scene of mine from Vampire Mistress by Joey W Hill as a template, but it kinda grew to something I'd like to develop into a SRP. So into my idea box it goes.


"Come here."

"I don't want to go." He said but came to her anyway, "I don't have anything to say to them."

"The woman who left you at the altar is getting married to your best man and you have nothing you want to say to them?"

"That was a couple years ago, my old life...before..." He looked away before turning those stark blue eyes, so deep, so hurt, so afraid to open old wounds. "...Before you and I."

She perked an eyebrow at the evasion of the truth and he knew instantly that he was going to regret the wording of that statement. "You and I," She repeated flatly.

"You know what I mean," He continued and she reminded herself that he was new to the lifestyle, headstrong, even obstinate, typically male in every way, "Before I met you and you helped me find myself."

She glanced back at the tux she had rented for him.

He shook his head, "I'm not wearing that. I'm not going to their wedding. I won't face them. I...I just can't, and I don't care what you do to me now. I won't go. Look I know you think it will do me good but-"

"Stop talking," She commanded suddenly and his mouth snapped shut recognizing the tone of his mistress in her voice. Good, She thought, He atleast remembered to obey me immediately.

"I could order you to put on the tux and go to the wedding, but I don't want to," She stated sitting down in a chair in front of the fullength mirror. "I want you to go on your own volition because you need to face the woman who abandoned you and the best friend that betrayed you in order to move on from the wound you still bear from it."

"No one wants me to show up and cause a scene at-"

"Just be quiet and still," She said softly but in a tone that left no room to misunderstand that he should obey her. "Come here and take off your shirt."

He came up to her in that wide confident firefighter's stride pulling the T-shirt off and tossing it aside. When he reached her she indulged herself. Moving down her fingers trailed over the tattoo, her mark in the center of his chest, over the hammering heart just underneath. A thrill of sweet posession came over her then and a shiver passed over him as her hands traveled onward.

Using both hands she spread out from there, running her hands over the flat pectorals, the tight nipples, the hard abdomen, and broad shoulders. He closed his eyes savoring the feel of her touch.

She was unlike anything or anyone he had ever known. A dominatrix that used soft touches just as well as any whip or strap-on. He wasn't a fucking sissy-assed wimp, he didn't submit to her because he was weak-hell, he was still trying to figure out why he did. All he knew for certain was that it somehow fulfilled him on a level he could have only imagined with Claire.

Taking her hands down past his waistband, she covered his erection, the curve of his testicles that filled out that area of his jeans so well. She undid the buckle of the belt, and slipped free the button next. She then took the zipper down one tooth at a time slowly, carressed him through his boxer briefs. Hot and hard as steel already. She loved how responsive to her slightest touch he was.

"Take it all off now."

He backed away and kicked off his shoes. Then the rest of it, so he stood tall and powerful, completely naked before her.

"Stay right there." He did for several moments as her eyes traced over her property. She could tell it was beginning to make him self-conscious. Good.

"Turn," She finally commanded softly again, "I want to see the back."

He swallowed tensing a little, but as she had taught him he complied.

"Step backward until your between my knees."

When he obeyed his muscular ass, the lean thighs, were right now before her. She ran her hands up his thighs.

"Spread your legs out wider."

He did and her fingers closed on his testicles, hanging heavy between his legs, earning a guttural sound from him. In the mirror she could see the jump in his cock, the breath he held.

"Exquisite," She stated matter-of-factly.

"Not as much as you," He said his voice thick with barely reined in desire.

"Charmer," She said squeezing his balls, and earned another exhalation of his breath. She ran her hand over the globe of one buttock, dragged her nails down it. "And I don't recall giving you permission to speak." She leaned forward and her teeth bit into his ass.

He jumped slightly, but she gave him credit for holding relatively still.

"Turn around."

He did and there was his cock , stretched out long and tempting.

"What would you do if I bit it?"

"I'd say there are better things you could do with it."

"The question was rhetorical. You have a clever tongue," She said looking up into those pale blue expressive eyes, "I must put it to a better use later on."

She pointed down to the floor. "Lie down on your back."

He did and she rose from the chair and bent over facing away from him so he couldn't see her hands dip under her skirt and slide her panties down the gentle slope of her ass. "I'm going to ride you," She told him pulling the black lace down to her ankles and stepping out of them, "But you need to understand I won't let you come. When you muster the courage to put on that tuxedo and take me to the wedding of your best friend and the love of your life you will be hard and suffering, thinking of my wet and fully satisfied pussy."

"What if I come anyway," He met her gaze, a challenge, and she raised a brow at it. There were still alot of areas of him he had yet to surrender to her, and orgasm denial was always one of the more difficult things for males to submit to in her experience. She'd deal with that later.

One inch of him at a time. She reminded herself.

In answer to his question she said, "You know I have other ways to make you regret that if you do." She raised a foot and placed it on the other side of his hip so she stood over his hard cock. "Trust me denying yourself to please me will be far more worth it to you when we get home."

One of the things as a mistress that fascinated her the most was watching the struggle of a strong man to submit to her, the expressions that would cross his face, the flash of instinctual resistance in his eyes and the final victory of his trust in her. He inevitably moved to obey.

"Put your hands on your head. Lace your fingers together. You won't move them unless I tell you to do so."

He did, stretching his long powerful body out underneath her, his arms lifting, the muscles rolling smoothly across his abdomen and chest. He was now open to anything she desired to do to him. She lowered herself until her wet core pressed against the tip of his hard throbbing cockhead. He groaned at the feeling and lifted his hips for more, but she dug her nails into his chest.

"No don't move, not a single muscle," She told him coldly, "See if you can obey that simple command."
 
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