boykissing, where are you?

This is currently my desktop background. Mmmmm. The verdict is not yet in on whether it will be inspiring or merely distracting.

I continue to be frustrated by the current ds_flashfiction challenge -- really, Fraser's sexual exploration takes up a significant amount of my brain activity; this should totally be cake! But. I got nothing yet. Hmmph.

Anna totally made my day yesterday much more interesting and less boring than it otherwise would have been. Fraser's prowess! Ray and head injuries! You can't tell me those things are ever not funny.

Sigh. Where is the fic today? I need constant entertainment. If I were queen of the world, you all would be posting about Duck and Dan and that first delicate, uncertain kiss, and how it turns into more. Or Dan getting through one of his days on the island afterward, where everybody looks at him and knows everything, all day long, and then Duck at the end. Or Fraser and Ray and post-coital bickering. Or Fraser and Dief discussions. Or just Ray sucking cock.

...Did I have a point? It would seem no.

In conclusion, I leave you with this: squeeble.

um.

People!

lyra_sena and I were just chatting, and somehow our conversation turned to James Dean, at which point I informed Lyra that James Dean liked to go to queer bars and get guys to put out cigarettes on him.

And then, uh, I realized I had no idea where that piece of knowledge came from.

People, please tell me I did not completely make this gossip up out of thin air and my own twisted brain. PLEASE. I worry.