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[favyan]
Title: A filthy, dirty, despicable old man
Author: favyan with help from fauxpocky and The Bonsai Story Generator.
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! No.
Author's Note: Words borrowed from fauxpocky's Dreams and returned in roughly the same condition.




It was was horny.
He was so dirty, because that was what he was.
And what he was a dream, he bit his pyjama pants, squeezing lightly, but firmly enough to feel a dirty old man.
A filthy, dirty, despicable old man.
A filthy, dirty, despicable old man.
A filthy, dirty, despicable old man.
A filthy, dirty, despicable old man wanting as he'd dreamt That was so skinny, that was of his y-fronts, before Just that once.
Maybe But, in his dream.
Wilson slowly, teasing, from the lips were thinner, slower to his tongue's intrusion, drawn together with tension and panting with his tongue.
He'd licked licked Wilson!
slowly, teasing, from the time the way Wilson's pulse beat under his chin.
Then back with equal, ardent fervour.
He'd pressed his forehead creased, the flickering lashes that self same mouth oh, his tongue's intrusion, drawn it in, sucked on it in this dream, Wilson had been so young.
He'd felt particularly dirty despicable old man.
A filthy, dirty, despicable old man - okay, so pale.
All a dream.
Wilson before.
Just that brushed against the invading touch, seeking more, demanding He'd wanted more, taken more, moved to Wilson that he was on his mouth, those smooth, pale skin.
He just hadn't expected the vicodin usually made for undisturbed unconsciousness.
He feathered his pants and demanding.
He'd wanted more, taken more, moved to the rhythm, he was, was flushed and shoulder blades and taut white fabric of a shock.
It was what he was.
And so pale.
All a dream.
Wilson hadn't been in his tongue.
He'd licked licked Wilson!
slowly, teasing, from the noise had opened to feel a creak.
By the focus of a shock.
It was three in in a kiss on a shoulder, traced the dark brows drawn it in, sucked on it, straight.
He just hadn't expected the sound, remembering with his tongue.
He'd licked Wilson!
slowly, teasing, from the flickering lashes that idea.
That he was straight, but firmly enough although unusual, the focus of real concern.
He'd run his lip.
As he arched under his skin.
He was so he'd dreamt about Wilson wasn't a pale fragile youth, but there was so skinny, that mattered in in a jolt that sexuality was And what he was.
And the way he moaned, wantonly, desperately, urgently… But it had registered, another hand was on his couch, so he kind of years, they'd welcomed his fingers over the tight white fabric of his y-fronts, before slipping them under his chin.
Then back to that thought was somewhat fluid as hot and beginning to surrender to the rhythm, he was awake at 3am, hard in his tongue.
He'd licked licked Wilson!
slowly, teasing, from the bared white skin.
That he was on his cock, and beginning to Wilson that the focus of his hands explored and demanding.
He'd wanted more, taken more, moved to the rhythm, he was awake at 3am, hard about that he was somewhat fluid as he'd dreamt That was what he love it all in disapproval or yet dragged down the bared white fabric of clavicles with longing.
He didn't think too hard about Wilson before.
Just that mattered in disapproval or yet dragged down the bared white throat, trailing across skin that shifted with that sweet mouth had been a dirty old man.
A filthy, dirty, despicable old man.
A filthy, dirty, despicable old man wanting oh god, he was doing to the rhythm, he was a moment, the focus of real concern.
He'd run his lip.
His eyes flew wide and independent and, not to put too fine a tingle sweep slowly but assuredly, and terribly confused.
He'd dreamt.
That sweet mouth those lips, not to put too fine a grown man, strong and shoulder blades, and not to stroke.
Unbidden, the dream.
Okay, so dirty, because that was of Wilson, pale and slender, hot wet mouth open and shoulder blades, and terribly confused.
He'd dreamt.
That sweet mouth those lips, not to put too hard about that idea.
That he was sleeping on a shoulder, traced the way he love it all in disapproval or yet dragged down by the thoughts of his y-fronts, before in his skin.
He took it in a point on it in this dream.
Wilson had been so young.
He'd felt particularly dirty old man but he was a teasing prelude of was a moment, the lips were thinner, slower to Wilson that mattered in trying to Wilson that face, those deep brown eyes flew wide and shoulder blades, and shoulder blades and taut white skin.
That was fair enough, although unusual, the rhythm, he could do this dream, Wilson was not to put too fine a callow youth.
But it had been a dream.
Wilson wasn't a dream.
Wilson had arched under his fingers over hipbones, soft so sweet, so skinny.
Ribs and he stared into his pyjama pants, squeezing lightly, but assuredly, and knobbly knees.
The pale fragile youth, but there was what had arched under his chin.
Then back with equal, ardent fervour.
He'd pressed his eyes and taut white throat, trailing across skin He dropped a moment, the sorrows of the dream.
Okay, so sweet, so pale.
All ribs and panting with ...
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Comments:
[User Picture]From: fauxpocky
2006-09-30 11:17 pm (UTC)
*giggles* Um, interesting use of my story *g*

I assume the Bonsai Story Generator is a program, given the randomness of some of the lines, but some parts of that have ended up really cool *G*
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[User Picture]From: favyan
2006-10-02 02:56 am (UTC)
Yeah. You enter text into Bonsai and it rearranges it based on patterns in the writing it finds. It's pretty damn fun.

BTW, I actually really liked your fic and this wasn't meant to be malicious. It jsut turned out way more interestingly than The Beeb's article on Popo Bawa.
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[User Picture]From: fauxpocky
2006-10-02 03:29 am (UTC)
I'm completely okay with it, I was a little surprised at first, but I'm flattered that my story caught your eye and that you chose to use it. It did turn out quite interesting *g* I also LOVE that it used "A filthy, dirty, despicable old man" so much *giggles*
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[User Picture]From: kath_ballantyne
2006-10-01 11:16 am (UTC)
did you ask first?
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[User Picture]From: favyan
2006-10-02 02:59 am (UTC)
Did I ask if I could take a bunch of words and shove them through a program to have them filtered and shuffled around and come out only vaguely resembling how they went in, then post it on a little comm of my friends so they could look at it too while giving the author full credit even though almost the exact same results could have been obtained by using a grocery list?

If so, then no. I'm such a horrible, horrible person, I know.
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From: squire_80
2006-10-02 08:55 am (UTC)

Lol, ver dramatic aren't we.

No, I would not call you a horrible, horrible person.
Just rude.
It is in almost all civilisations considered polite to ask before you take something of someone elses.
Something about copyright laws.
Feel free to go back to your little tyrade though wont you.
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[User Picture]From: favyan
2006-10-03 09:00 am (UTC)

Re: Lol, ver dramatic aren't we.

Ah, so you asked permission from all the right people to make your icons?

P.S., US copyright law not only protects derivative works, but allows them to be copyrighted in their own right, provided they're different enough from the original. But that's enough of that. Either keep the sandbox out of your vagina or get off the playground.
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From: avonassac
2006-10-10 12:55 pm (UTC)

Re: Lol, ver dramatic aren't we.

Can I quote your journal?
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From: avonassac
2006-10-10 12:57 pm (UTC)

Re: Lol, ver dramatic aren't we.

Where's the text from in your icon? Did you have permission? If so, I'd like to have the same icon and want to know how to obtain the proper copyright laws, just so .. I'm not rude.

Wouldn't want that.

Feel free to explain this whole copyright laws thing to me though if you get that chance. It's a fabulous icon ;)
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From: squire_80
2006-10-11 12:22 pm (UTC)

Re: Lol, ver dramatic aren't we.

The text in my icon came from my head so I'm sure I gave myself permission to use it, the pics came from stock on Deviant Art with permission from the creators.
And the way to avoid being rude is just to ASK first.
You know please is the magic word.


Info on copyright laws taken from Oz Net Law Reproduced legally as it the original source was quoted and is for general use.

"Copyright
Updated as at 1/8/2001.

1. Overview

General Description

Copyright protects from unauthorised reproduction or adaptation of original creations such as books, computer programs, scripts, paintings, sculptures, drawings, photographs, music, film, video, broadcasts and the choreography of a performance. The copyright owner has the exclusive right to copy, publish, perform, broadcast, adapt (for example, a screenplay from a novel), sell, license or import copyright protected creations.

In the Internet context:

* typical website content will generally constitute a number of different copyright works in the form of original literature (including computer programs), dramatic, musical, artistic works, sound recordings, films, broadcasts, cable programs and adaptations of the above (including compilations);

* a copyright owner enjoys an exclusive right to reproduce or to authorise another to reproduce, their work on to or from a website;

* a copyright owner enjoys an exclusive right of communication to the public in relation to literary, dramatic, musical, and artistic works, sound recordings, films and broadcasts (1). The right protects copyright material that is made available online or transmitted electronically (eg uploading of copyright material onto a server connected to the Internet). The right only covers communication in the electronic domain and does not create an exclusive right of communication in the tangible print environment; and

* copyright is unlikely to exist in a URL.(2)

When does copyright arise?

Copyright comes into existence automatically in relation to an original creation in Australia or in a country whose nationals are entitled to copyright protection in Australia. Copyright in unpublished works does not begin to run until they are published.

Term of protection

Subject to exceptions, protection generally runs for the life of the author plus 50 years from the year of the author’s death or 50 years from the year of first publication.(3) A published edition of a book is protected for only 25 years after first publication of the edition. Once copyright expires, the material enters the public domain and can be freely used by others."
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From: avonassac
2006-10-13 05:31 am (UTC)

Re: Lol, ver dramatic aren't we.

Okay.

Question?

How does one obtain a copyright? Do I have to fill out a form? If so, will said form be copyrighted by the proper officials?

Also, can you provide me with the links to said creators of the pictures, as I want to clarify that all resources have been properly copyrighted? Wouldn't want you to get yourself into any trouble. Always better to be safe, than sorry :)
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