My entry for the ‘Devirginizing Edward Contest’ got judges’ pick for Best Blow Job, and I received this awesome banner created by @TouchStone67 as a prize.
Thank you to all of you who voted for ‘Of Love and Silence’ in the competition, I appreciate it so much.
If you would like to read my entry, you can find it ~*here*~. I hope you like it. ~Lost
Let the torturous outtakes begin… -_- ~Lost & Fallen
So, I think it’s clear that Fallen and I just about freaked the fuck out when the Details article and pictures surfaced about Rob. I swear, JUST when I get the littlest bit of relief from that boy…BAM! He’s even more fucking amazing than before. >_<
Fallen and I both independently decided this picture was our favorite. And we wanted to make an avatar of it. But, we decided neither of should have it, since we both love it so much. Just like Rob…
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This bathtub one just rocks my world. Amazing photograph. And I am now staunchly #TeamWhitePants… ~Lost
Fallen worked her cute little ass off to create the following magnificence:
Fallen: When I first saw this photo of Rob and the model with their faces veiled, I instantly knew it was an re-enactment, if you will, of a painting I had come to really sort of adore years ago. When it was shown in an English Lit. book, in a class I had taken, I fell in love, but never knew the background or even the artist’s name. It took me awhile to find the painting online, but was definitely worth the hunt and to be able to post here, on RitD, for the comparison I’ve yet to see any other blog make.
The painting is titled Les Amants, or The Lovers, by a popular artist named René Magritte.
Sadly, according to a Wikipedia article, “little is known about Magritte’s early life. He began lessons in drawing in 1910. On 12 March 1912, his mother committed suicide by drowning herself in the River Sambre. This was not her first attempt; she had made many over a number of years, driving her husband Léopold to lock her into her bedroom. One day she escaped, and was missing for days. She was later discovered a mile or so down the river, dead. According to a legend, 13 year old Magritte was present when her body was retrieved from the water, but recent research has discredited this story, which may have originated with the family nurse. Supposedly, when his mother was found her dress was covering her face, an image that has been suggested as the source of several paintings Magritte painted in 1927–1928 of people with cloth obscuring their faces, including Les Amants.”
Lost: Beautiful, and tragic. Just like my little Fallen…great job, and find. How cool, right?
We are going to pretend we posted this on the 11th when it was written up, instead of way early morning on the 12th, ok? *sheepish smile, hiding under piles of blankets, my coffee cup teetering on the edge of the desk* Great. A little lie never hurt anyone… oh hell, this is the Devil’s playground, sin away my pets! *wicked grin* Sin away…
This Daliday we would like to do a sort of comparison of beauty, if you will….
Lost and I both agree that the real Salvador Dali has this… hauntingly beautiful face and expression in his photographs. Just like someone else we know… *coughsRobertPattinsonwheezes*
Don’t believe me? Check this:
this first photo is Lost and Fallen’s favorite…
Just LOOK at that face… *sighs happily and a little creeped out but not really*
Lost: I remember when I found this picture, and Fallen’s reaction… Her: ‘Whoa. I kinda like it.’ Me: I KNOW.
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It’s sort of obvious why they chose Rob to play him, no? That’s what I thought *swoons a little, ‘I <3 Dali’ memorabilia falling all over the floor*
Oh and this? This is just too hilarious not to share…
Lost: I read that Rob spent hours trying to prefect Dali’s mannerisms and expressions…I’d say he was a great success. Fallen and I have also both read The Secret Life of Salvador Dali, Dali’s autobiography. I would recommend it to anyone. It was a challenging read, but so incredibly worth it. Salvador Dali was truly a genius, and perhaps one of the most interesting, and addicting, minds in history.
This fanfic is written by Domward’s Mistress, @Dannie7786, and it is being featured on RitD not only because it is a wonderful piece of work, but because it was unjustly removed from FanFiction.net for apparently ‘offending’ someone with it’s religious overtones. When I heard this, I was outraged, since this is one of the most beautiful fics I’ve ever read. So, Fallen and I immediately decided to ask Dannie if she would be willing to let us feature her story on our blog. Luckily, she said ‘yes’. ~Lost
You can find more from Domward’s Mistress at: http://www.fanfiction.net/~Domwards_Mistress
The characters in this story were created, and are owned, by Stephenie Meyer. This is an original, slash-pairing fiction. NC-17
The Sinner
By: Domward’s Mistress
“Wait,” he panted. “Stop, we can’t do this.” His naked body felt so perfect lying on top of mine, his strong hands in my hair, his full, pouty lips parted with heavy breaths escaping them, washing over my face as he looked down at me, his blue eyes blazing with an intensity that made shivers course through my body. I could see the storm raging in them, the battle he was fighting inside to make himself believe that this wasn’t what he wanted.
But his bare, hard cock pressing against my own was enough to prove how much he wanted it.
How much he wanted me.
“Please, don’t…don’t stop. It feels so right. It always feels so right,” I begged shamelessly, one hand constantly running up and down his back. I had waited too long to have him like this again. To have him alone, and baring his body, and his soul as well, to me. While to the outside world he was your average boy next door, with me, to me, he was so much more. I was privileged to be able to see him like this, this secret side that he kept hidden from everyone else. As much as I knew being with me like this caused him the same amount of emotional turmoil as physical pleasure, I knew the pleasure…and possibly the love, would always win out, but not without a price.
“But it isn’t right,” he murmured brokenly after burying his face into my neck, his moist breath washing over the tender skin there. With his entire weight settling comfortably on top of me, I wrapped my arms around him, stroking his honey colored hair, knowing that eventually it would calm him, help soothe away some of his demons, even if only temporarily.
That was what we did.
He’d fight it, hold off as long as possible, and I’d beg, plead with him to understand that what we felt for each other was not wrong.
It was not immoral.
It was not a sin.
It was love.
To continue ‘The Sinner’, please click ‘Read More’ below…
Lost: For me, there was that awkward talk of, “No, I don’t want anything Rob…” but while saying that, I gave them the eyes that said, “If you love me, you will buy it ALL.”
Fallen: Flashback to Thanksgiving
Dad: *after arguing with uncle for past half hour* Hey, you like Twilight. *unglues eyes from TV screen after New Moon commercial airs to look at me*
Me: Sure.
Dad: What’s that Edward guy’s real name?
Me: I don’t know… *attempts to leave room of staring family members*
Dad: Yes you do! It’s Robert what? Patterson? Pattinson? Which one?
Me: *facepalms, mutters* I don’t know. *hides in Aunt’s kitchen*
Dad: *yelling* Yes you do! Which is it??
Me: I DON’T FUCKING KNOW! *runs to hide in cousins room*
Let’s just say, they ALL know I want it ALL…now. *grumbles* Thanks Dad.
In this poll, please select all that apply, no limit! *wink*
Lost: Since I usually buy everything Rob I want (just waiting for that anatomical latex doll…it’s gotta be in the works), I did good with getting Twilight ‘Scene-it’, the New Moon game (both from my Dad, aww), and an Edward ‘wii-mote’ skin <– from the boyfriend! Shocking.
Fallen: And even though my Thanksgiving was mortifying… *cuddles Edward blanket* I did get a few Robward items this year for Christmas due to it, so it didn’t end up being so SO horrible… (is also waiting *fingers crossed without shame*)
Please leave a comment with exactly what sorts of Robbie wonders you got for Christmas!
You didn’t think we would let this holiday go by without doing some sort of ridiculous shit, did you?
Here’s to hoping you don’t get too…*bites lip, breath hitches* ‘tied up’ this holiday season…click manips for a larger view
Lost: I’ve noticed a plethora of Rob’s with Santa hats on, and I’m going to be honest, most of them *closes eyes, shakes head slowly*, not good. Plus, I feel this leaves out our other friends who perhaps do not celebrate Christmas, but also cherish this time of year as a holiday season.
Therefore, I give you HanukkahRob. It is tasteless and offensive, much like most SantaRob’s I have had to endure for the past month. I also have made a dirty joke in reference to Rob and a Jewish faith practice.
Don’t get it? I’ll give you a hint: all Jewish boys have this done to them, and it is also a very common practice in America, although not for religious reasons. It is NOT a common practice in England, however…*raises a wicked brow, smirks*
Now that we have thoroughly disrespected two of the major holidays of this season, I would like to share with you a prime example of a GOOD use of a SantaRob. Behold.
Fallen: I saw someone far more fun to sing about than my mother kissing Santa Clause this year…
Really, it’s just an excuse to put up this picture I love the idea of Santa/Elf Slash action…*coughs, smiles innocently*
Merry Christmas! xoxo ~Lost & Fallen
This is an original work of fiction and is no way related to, or endorsed by, Robert Pattinson or Javier Beltran. This is a slash-pairing. NC-17
By: @RobsLostSoul
I couldn’t believe how fucking lonely I was. I walked back to my apartment by myself, winding through the empty streets of this Spanish town that time had clearly forgotten. I didn’t hear anything but the sound of my own shoes hitting the cobble-stone alleyways, and even though it was a cool night, my cheeks felt hot from the beer I had just consumed at the pub…tavern? Whatever it was called, I drank a lot of beer there. I felt disgustingly full, and I swear I could hear sloshing as I walked.
I gripped my key and stopped short of the street I was residing on. I pressed myself against the edge of the stucco structure I was next to and peeked down to the entryway of my building. God dammit, it’s dark. I couldn’t see a fucking thing. See, there is this girl, or fan or something, that has decided to take it upon herself to just sort of ‘wait’ for me outside my apartment. She didn’t seem to be particularly harmful, but to be honest, I can’t imagine why anyone would exert that kind of energy and dedication on me if they weren’t a little bit nuts. I swallowed hard.
It must have been quite late by now, and the chances that she was there were slim. Not that I was afraid…I just like to be prepared to meet faces in dark, foreign streets. Perfectly reasonable. The coast seemed to be clear, and I shoved my hands in my pockets and quickly made my way to the building’s entry. After stepping inside, I ran up the tile stairs to my third floor apartment, or at least, I thought I was running. Like I said, I had had a bit to drink. Who the fuck am I kidding? I have the tolerance of a 300 kilo man, and to feel like this, I drank like a fucking fish tonight. I tried to stifle a giggle at that as I opened my door and stepped into the dark apartment. It was actually quite nice. I had a view of the town, and everything was quintessentially mission-Spanish. It was definitely a step up from my dingy flat in London.
Suddenly, a pang of homesickness rippled through me at the thought of my wretched little flat that I adored. Filming was almost over, and I tried to console myself with that fact; I would be home in a matter of weeks. Of course, that thought also scared me, because I was returning home to no real job, no sense of purpose or direction, no sense of anything, really. I tried futilely to push those thoughts out of my mind.
I landed heavily on the sofa and stared out the open windows, not really looking at anything except the gauzy drapes that were shivering from the Mediterranean breeze. I rubbed my eyes and blinked when reality slapped me sharply in the face. Tomorrow. Fuck. The scene is tomorrow. Christ.
I sighed and let my head fall back as I stared up at the ceiling while panic started to grip at my chest. You see, this movie I’m working on, and the character I play…well, I am sort of bi-sexual. I of course thought about whether or not I would be okay with this before I took the role, especially because when I first signed on, I was cast as the essentially fully-gay supporting role. And I am okay with it. I mean, I want to be the type of actor that takes roles because they are meaningful, not just easy to do, or whatever. All that aside, the fact was, I was going to have to pretend to attempt in having full-on anal sex tomorrow with another man. And naturally, I have to be the one getting fucked.
I sat there frozen for a time, just trying to even imagine how it might go while my mind kept tripping over itself. While I was wistfully toying with the idea of just calling the whole bloody thing off, there was a soft knock at my door. I about jumped out of my fucking skin. Who the hell could THAT be? Everyone is supposed to down at the pub still… My naturally paranoia-disposed mind started to take over and I imagined a million things. Stalker girl. Burglar. Murderer. I felt almost sober as I lightly crept to the door and listened. Another gentle knock. Shit. I cleared my throat, and in my most intimidating, ‘don’t fuck with me, I’ll kill you first’ voice, I barked, “Who’s there?”
A hurried mumble and deep Spanish accent answered me through the thick, wooden door.
“Robert, it is me. Javier.”
To continue to read ‘No Limit’, click ‘Read More’ below…
This wicked awesome manip was lovingly made and donated to RitD’s DaliDay by @emscharitykiss! This particular scene in Little Ashes is known to be especially tender in Fallen’s heart, and we love this!
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This is the perfect size for a wallpaper…just sayin’. *wicked grin* ~Lost
And since that particular quote is so dear to me, Fallen, I decided to post it in its entirety up here *points to large media player above* As well as put it here in text:
“‘If I’m going to be anything more than, than average, if anyone is going to remember me, than I need to go further. In everything, in art, in life. And everything that they think is real? Morality, immorality, good, bad, I – We have to smash that to pieces. And we have to go beyond, we have to be brave Frederico.’
‘No limit.’
‘No, no limit.’”
*smiles sheepishly* Guess who wrote all that off the top of her head…? *slowly raises hand, squeaks* Me…*hides under ‘DALIROB IS MY LUVER” blanket set* Thank you, Em, you have no idea how much that scene means to me. *wipes eyes, big grin on face* ~Fallen
Due to the recent interest in my FanFiction, ‘My Own Best Friend’, I thought this the perfect time to post another wicked awesome manip done by our lovely, Neesie31! Ironically, she did NOT read the story before she made this…*sighs happily* wicked minds think alike…*wink* ~Lost
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