#so obsecene.....not even allowed

[vyragosa]

[iceman-maverick]

Huddling for warmth + "I really think you should re-evaluate your priorities."

“I really think you should re-evaluate your priorities,” Ice says, twirling the phone cord as he waits for the tone to go through. 

He’s a vision in his briefs, sprawled out all sunkissed across Maverick’s baby blue sheets. The sun is just beginning to set, casting the room in a light orange glow- a picture perfect ending to a deliciously relaxing day by the pool. Mav was drawn to this rental mostly because of the price and proximity to Carol's house - the pool was just a bonus that left Ice hellbent on getting as much return on investment as their instructor schedules would permit.

Maverick tries not to think so hard about how sweetly the sheets bring out the color in Ice’s eyes. Tries to forget Carol's gleeful teasing from back when he bought the damn things on a Target run.

Seriously Pete? She had squealed, Look at the tag! They're called Pradise Ice for Heaven's sake.

He pushes her laughter from his mind - or at least he tries to.But then Ice rolls his shoulder, stretches like a sunbathing cat and exposes his neck for all the world to see. Peppered along the tanned skin is a constellation of angry red and purple bite marks, evidence of a night well spent.

Maverick smirks and turns to open his drawers. He’s drenched to the bone, shirt clinging uncomfortably to his chest and making all sorts of strange and off putting squishing sounds as Maverick tries to wrestle himself free. He nearly loses his footing and doesn't even wait for the cackling to start before he raises a middle finger up to Ice who is far too pleased about Maverick's spectacle. 

“I couldn’t let it die,” Maverick whines, putting as much elbow grease into peeling his jeans off as his still aching back is willing to allow. 

A night well spent, indeed. 

“Mother nature can be cruel,” Ice drones. Even with his back turned, Maverick can hear the frown in his voice. The line’s engaged, Mav figures, just as he hears the testy click of Ice dropping the phone back to the receiver. “We’re going to starve because you had to go all Baywatch on a frog,” 

"It was a nice frog," Mav shrugs, tossing his wet clothes to the side of the room and happily ignoring Ice's pointed frown.

Mav forgoes fresh clothes and instead opts to crawl up the bed and flop down squarely across Ice’s chest. He brings his arms up to wrap around Ice’s shoulders, basking in his radiating body heat. Maverick swears that Ice is some sort of lizard what with his uncanny ability to soak up the sun. Ice always tends to run hot - the irony is not lost on either of them - and Maverick is more than happy to help himself to his wingman’s warm embrace. 

“Baywatch, huh?” Mav smiles into Ice’s neck, trailing his fingers lightly along the trail of hickies. He pokes at a particularly angry mark and delights in Ice’s squirming. “Didn’t peg you for a Hasselhoff kinda guy,” 

“Oh shut up,” Ice pushes away Mav’s proding fingers, and then starts to buck until Mav slides off besides him. Mav makes a noise not unlike a dying animal before flailing his arms back towards Ice.

“Oof- Mav let go, it’s fucking hot,” 

“Yeah, well I’m fucking cold,”

Mav successfully gets an arm back around Ice’s shoulder and uses it to propel himself back into the warm cocoon of Ice’s chest. Ice begins to worm his way out again but then Mav quickly shoves a thigh firmly between Ice’s legs and well, looky here, doesn’t that do that trick nicely?

“Now, are you going to help or am I stuck warming myself up all by myself?” Mav says, leaving a fresh trail of kisses along a suddenly much more cooperative Ice.

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I was going to go in a completely angsty direction with this prompt - I'm talking chemo angsty - but then I opened up pinterest and the monstrosity above was suddenly thrusted upon me. Val Kilmer's body is obsecene, I want to feed him grapes and fawn him with various large leaves.

We're playing an IceMav askbox fic game. Send me a trope and a first sentence and I'll write at least one paragraph!

[elbiotipo]

not a pointless rant, might be interesting to look at the history of obscenity laws in media. the Hays code in the US allowed some "immoral" acts to be depicted as long as it was portrayed negatively or "punished" in the story. maybe that led to more violence being more accepted in US media, both for not being deemed so immoral itself and for punishing acts that were? Japanese early 1900s obscenity rulings made a sort of test for whether or not something was explicit, which some argue led to unusual workarounds, and sexual material is still highly penalized. is that a group's values informing legislation or legislation as a tool for influencing values? relatedly imo, what language-cultural groups find obscene in the first place is varied. more powerful curse words can be related to sex, religion, or hygiene depending on the people group and their language. on top of all that, the political structures that create censorship or distribute propaganda have motivations to control narratives and demarcate "bad" people (dissidents and foreign actors) from "good" (upstanding citizens). I don't really have a point, you just got me thinking

No, this is a really important point. I'm not sure of our own obsecenity laws here in Argentina for example, but we've always been lax about that stuff, we always skirt the law so if they even existed I doubt they had too much influence in our art and only when (if) they were enforced, like when public decency laws were enforced against LGTB people, despite our constitution saying that the private lives of people are of no concern of the state (and this is also the basis of our current laws for equality of sexuality and gender). Which also is an interesting thing to consider; laws are only valid as long as they are enforced. For a silly example, I think TECHNICALLY piracy is illegal in Argentina, but you will not find a single example of the law being enforced, unless someone like the FBI really asks (yes, there's been a notorious case).

I digress. The main point that every culture has its own taboo topics. One interesting thing, though I might be incorrect since this is based in a conversation I had a long time ago: notice that there is virtually no depictions of drugs of any kind in Japanese media. Even in media aimed at adults. Compared to say, Latin American media where the depiction of drugs is so common is almost passé (negative, positive, just a part of life). But in Japan, as well as many other countries, this is not the case, drugs are very strictly controlled to a degree that we might find shocking, even with all the talk of "war on drugs" on the US and other countries.

Again, I digress. You won't ever find the perfect sweet spot of depiction of controversial or taboo topics that appeals to every culture and individual. There's some art that features those topics to shock or indulge, other to talk about it or have a conversation on it, other to pontificate about it in one way or another, other just because. I think it's better to understand why and how those topics are depicted, media literacy I think it's called?

[craycraybluejay]

what's up with that powerfully painful book burning visual Riverdale season 7???

it's so relevant now too... we're seeing carbon copies of things we as a country have supposedly "progressed past." i'm no nationalist but still i wish there was something in this country to be proud to be a part of.

we are seeing book burnings over "sexual deviancy" and "obsecenity." and no i don't just mean quiet censorship policies there have been literal public book burnings (posted online for wider reach even) and book burning campaigns, read the damn news. we are seeing a rise in old fascist ways. you can't look like this or love like that. you can't choose what you do with your own body, that's absurd! why does it feel like i'm living in Riverdale's parody of decades past? and this is even knowing I don't get the worst of it yet. knowing it's even scarier just a few lines in the sand away. knowing people like me are dying, being murdered, silenced.

they want to burn our history, burn the science, kill us, then claim we never existed. now i want you to tell me why your petty pearl-clutching disgust wars about fictional characters are more important to you than the way history is turning. quickly. tell me why the Hays Code is Good Actually.

and also as a writer, as an artist, and as a fucking queer, if you believe in this book burning madness-- if you agree with this repressive, regressive bullshit-- then fuck all the way off. writing is my life and my livelihood. writing for myself makes me happy, writing and editing for others makes me proud to play a part in their vision, art is the last inch. the last inch we have of us.

without art, without literature, our eulogies will be written For Us-- if we are allowed even that. without the claimed "degenerate corrupting media" you may in all probability be barred from voting or in prison for not dressing Your Sex enough. so how about you shut up about which books are okay to set aflame before i set you aflame. yes? great! glad we're on the same page!