I hope all of you not going to the con this weekend realize you are now expected to do double-duty to entertain me until the ranks are full again. Triple duty for those of you in dS fandom.
(...It's funny when I pretend like I have authority, isn't it? *goes back to being small and cute like a gerbil*)
(...It's funny when I pretend like I have authority, isn't it? *goes back to being small and cute like a gerbil*)
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31/3/05 18:25 (UTC)You realize those are words that put immense joy into my heart. YAY.
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31/3/05 18:26 (UTC)They're all bitches, aren't they? Pfft.
Also, you know, Kathleen Hanna is actually pretty hot.(no subject)
31/3/05 18:27 (UTC)*repents*
(Actually, I really dislike Bikini Kill. And Le Tigre. I'm a heathen, what can I say?)
I hate things that prevent the posting of copious fic! I might have to finish the Ray/Welsh in retaliation. *g*
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31/3/05 19:51 (UTC)*eyes*
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31/3/05 23:20 (UTC)Although, I have a very sekrit kink for RayK/Thatcher. Some good RayK/Thatcher smut would while away the hours. I could never see RayK/Thatcher as a long term thing, more along the lines of a once off or a fling type thing. Incredibly snarky, condescension form both sides, and incredibly hot against the wall sex. Thatcher in her yellow twinsetty thing that she wore in the ep with the rocks. Skirt rucked up, one thigh hooked over Ray's hip. Ray's face in her neck, the puffs of air from his panting hot against her skin. There's this small part of her mind that's amazed that she'd ever let Detective Vecchio - the pretend Vecchio - touch her, and that amazement is compounded by the fact that, oh god, it's so good. She has felt this good in so long. He's hitting *that* place inside her and she can't help but moan. Her hands clench in the material of his shirt at his back before tugging and pulling and sliding her hands underneath to touch his skin, and when her nails rake over his spine he grunts in her ear.
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1/4/05 02:51 (UTC)Benny's eyes filled with tears, "I love you, Stan" he said passionately.
"I love you, too, Benny" Stan said, weeping, "I am you'res forever."
"Oh yes, Stan!" Benny said, kissing him, "You are mine."
Just then Victoria broke down Stan's apartment door and shot him before shooting herself.
"Oh, Stan!" Benny hugged the dyeing man close. "I cannot live without you. You are my everything!"
So Benny killed himself.
The End.
But I am not mean, so I won't.
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1/4/05 03:20 (UTC)...I think probably.
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1/4/05 11:58 (UTC)OK, so how about my first story that I've ever written that wasn't for a challenge somewhere. OK, it's only 217 words, but still:
Before Ray Vecchio had been Armando Langustini, he'd never had any problems sleeping. Now, however, the slightest noise woke him.
Like a car door slamming. He reminded himself that it was undoubtedly Mrs Norris from 3b leaving for the early shift at the bakery, and not Sal and Little Tony back from a job.
Ray blinked a few times, then buried his nose further into Stella's hair, his hand resting on her stomach. Every time he woke this early, he reminded himself how blessed he was. He had Benny for a best friend, an amazing woman for his wife, and a son on the way. He grinned as he felt Raymundo Jr kick and rubbed his hand soothingly on Stella's back as she woke and murmured something at him.
He just couldn't believe how lucky he was – Ray Kowalski had covered for him while he was off with the Mob. Ray had done an excellent job, increasing his arrest rate by five percent and cleaning up two of his old cases. And now he'd married Ray's ex-wife. Sometimes he felt sorry for Ray Kowalski, knowing he now had the best that Kowalski had to give.
Still, he thought drowsily, as he drifted back to sleep, Ray had the best part of him now, too, up there in Canada.
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