I suppose technically it's Thursday already

I managed to find my way home! It is weird here. This is not unexpected, nor is it necessarily bad.

I am waiting for a pecan pie to finish cooking before I can go to sleep in the uncomfortable attic bedroom. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, which I am actually really, really happy about. Yay, holiday.

You all know how ridiculously fucking grateful I am for fandom, right? I'm sure you must. I love you ALL, dirty minds and clever wit and joyful squee and thoughtful criticism and everything else that makes you you <3<3<3.

Thanksgiving always makes me think back to this entry of aerye's from 2004. Oh, my BOYS. My boys FUCKING. What is better than that, really?

*sigh*

(Wow, you keep me up this late and suddenly I get all sappy, don't I?)

Here is part of a conversation I had with brooklinegirl about my Ray/Ray post from the other day:

BLG: pearl, your write-up of what you need to make ray/ray work made Fraser smile proudly. *pets your head*

ME: *giggles* I don't know, I think Fraser might be disappointed in me that I can't expand my horizons! He might think I'm being close-minded, you know. He's all "I would certainly want Ray and Ray to be happy together, Erica. I'm not sure why you're so upset at the prospect. I'm glad, indeed, that they have managed to find happiness, even in such an unexpected place."

And then I go, "FRASER YOU ARE SUCH A WOOBIE."

And then he blushes and runs his finger under his collar and moves away quickly.

Edited to add: ALSO. Okay, first I am addicted to Aloha Solitaire over at yahoo games, which frankly is a stupid thing to be addicted to, because it is basically nothing but card matching. And then second, when I was on the bus today listening to my ipod, I decided I need to make all my friends listen to "Sunday Morning Coming Down" a couple dozen times on repeat until they wrote me post-HCL Billy fic. You're all good with that, right?

The rustle of hands under sleeping bags

In between various heartwarming family festivities, I think pornful thoughts like about Ray and Fraser out on their quest, after Call of the Wild. As you may know, I am mighty fond of the Jerking Off In the Same Room as Other Guy theme; today I have been daydreaming about this particular scenario, with the two of them in their little tent. It doesn't happen every night, but often enough, once in a while, a man just needs some relief from his natural urges--

And maybe at first, they waited until they thought the other was asleep but, no matter which of them it is who starts it, they both end up doing it, not together, completely seperate, but at the same time, heavy breathing and hard cocks and the other just a few feet away--

They don't look at each other, let alone kiss or touch, and during the days they don't talk about it or acknowledge it any way. Certainly there's nothing to think about, and during the days they're too busy to have time for introspection anyway, even if there was something new and intriguing about Fraser's mouth or Ray's hands, even if there was this new queer vibe coming up from between them. Which there isn't.

whatever, this isn't spoilery

Hey, guess who cried at tonight's Grey's Anatomy like it had just murdered her puppy? OH WAIT THAT'S RIGHT IT WAS ME.