wilby wonderful flavored spammage

[schmerica]

I realize I am the hardcore Queen of the LJ Spam today, but whatever, this is my last post of the day, I promise. But I have a question of the utmost importance to pose to all you people, and I ask this with all due seriousness:

What does a girl have to do to get some damn Duck/Dan making out to read?

Seriously, what? Human sacrifices? Heathen rituals? Batting my eyelashes and looking cute? I AM WILLING TO DO WHAT IT TAKES.

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[minervacat.livejournal.com]

PLS GET ME FOUR MORE HOURS IN THE DAY EVERY DAY AND I WILL COMPLY.

omg, i still haven't watched it. i have had it since tuesday and i haven't watched it yet. i love at life.

[minervacat.livejournal.com]

LOSE AT LIFE, OMG.

i also LOSE AT TYPING tonight, apparently.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Love at life is what you will do when YOU FINALLY GET TO WATCH IT. *nods wisely*

[minervacat.livejournal.com]

i'm taking it on the plane tomorrow. i'm hoping that those two uninterrupted hours will FINALLY give me the time to watch it that i need.

also i am taking "call of the wild". wilby on the way to north carolina, cotw on the way home. yay!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Call of the Wild! Joy of joys! Wow. You have, like, an overload of slashy flail-causing Canadian love, right there.

[minervacat.livejournal.com]

dude, i know. i was so overwhelmed tonight that i ended up watching boondock saints for the 17th time instead!

this weekend, though. it is ALL ABOUT THE FLAIL-CASUING CANADIANS. and also finding an apartment. but mostly CANADIANS.

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

WATCH IT NOW FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

[minervacat.livejournal.com]

I'M TRYING, I'M TRYING!

stupid cross-country moving, getting in the way. *fist*

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

SCREW THE MOVING. Doesn't Life know that Duck and Dan are more important?!

But seriously, um. When you do watch it? We'll be here to catch your flail. Because The Flail will get ya. Oh yeah, it will.

[minervacat.livejournal.com]

i fully expect to come back from this weekend away from the craziness of my real life in full flail mode. and i expect lj to be here for me! while i flail like a madwoman! because i know i will! mmmm, wilby.

(um, not to totally hijack pearl_o's journal, but, lyra, you and i have a strange real-life connection - someone you know called jaclyn works at a theater in chicago with my boyfriend of four years. um, hi! *g*)

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

hee! *HIJACKS ERICA'S LJ WITH NO COMPUNCTION*

Yeah, I totally found this out recently! Jacks is coming here to visit me tomorrow, as a matter of fact! Through a series of strange convos in which I talked about fic (ps, btw I suck at feedbacking and let me say right now, in this pathetic attempt at it, that I really completely adored your due South fic the other day) and fandom, Jaclyn's all "hey! i know someone...etc." *laughs*.

We (anna, me, erica, heather) talked about you when Erica came to NYC to visit, too. You're apparently a VERY INTERESTING topic of conversation. *G*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

(We didn't say anything mean, though! You were firmly in the "people we think are cool, and who are excepted from our massive bitchfest!" category.)

Also, Lyra is a liar, because I never went to NYC, but whatever.

[minervacat.livejournal.com]

OH, so THAT'S why my ears were burning a couple of weeks ago! *g*

the internet makes the entire world tiny. poor jaclyn. she's seen me at my drunkest and most embarrassing at a couple of court openings. *facepalm* tell her i said hi, okay?

(all right, i'm getting over my nerves and friending you, if that's okay? no reciprocity necessary.)

(also, thank you! it was much fun to write, that story, and dS is the friendliest fandom in the history of the world.)

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

You haven't drunk goat's blood and run around with your underwear on your head screeching like a bloated mule while chopping down small bushes with the force of your mind.

For that? I'll write ya whatever you want.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

What do you think we do all day in my crazy liberal arts classes?

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

You and your valid points. Bah. I smear cow udder on your common sense.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

...Did you take extra crazy pills today?

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

I... maybe?

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*pets you carefully* Does this mean Nifra has to be the sane one now?

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

Dan couldn't, just couldn't, and Duck respected that, which made Dan feel like a teenager -- except with the roles reversed, because when he was a teenager, all he'd wanted was sex, sex all the time. And he's never had sex with Duck, but he's had sex with -- he's -- he's had sex with other men. He has. So it shouldn't be a big deal to have sex with Duck, to -- to touch Duck. To touch him.

Dan wants to touch him. Dan wants to unbuckle his overalls, push them off his shoulders in the middle of the day, pull his t-shirt over his head, run a fingernail over the paint spatter still on his chest from the day before, push his overalls all the way down, suck Duck's cock until he's groaning and writhing. Maybe leaning against a tree, or on the ground, or in a pile of autumn leaves -- which is silly, because it's not autumn, and if it was, it would be too cold to be naked outside.

What Dan wants is to suck Duck's cock. That is what he wants.

But somehow, whenever he can, whenever he's got Duck up against a wall or on a bed or on a couch or anywhere -- against a tree -- Dan can't do it. He's frozen. He's stuck.

He can't move past Duck's mouth. Duck's mouth. Duck's top lip is thin and soft, and his bottom lip is much plumper, and harder, but soft. His mouth reminds Dan of sucking on a raisin, or of -- of kissing. Of being fifteen and kissing for hours, hands frantic on backs and the back of -- his hand frantic. His hand on the back of Duck's neck, through his hair, always slightly crispy from the sun. Duck's front two teeth stick out a little, scrape over Dan's tongue. Duck sucks on Dan's tongue, runs his own tongue over Dan's teeth.

Duck seems perfectly content to kiss Dan forever. He never pushes Dan's head down -- not like Dan's first. First male lover. Dan has trouble thinking about it, thinking about life before Duck, like when he almost died, he was reborn into a new place where he wasn't ashamed to be who he is.

Except Dan knows better -- Dan knows that it's Duck who is unashamed, and Dan is just sliding along under Duck's attitude of "take me as I am or fuck the hell off." Duck doesn't seem like the sort of guy who would say "Fuck the hell off" but Dan's heard him say it -- Dan's heard him angry, seen him angry, and it just makes him more... more fascinating.

Dan is riveted, Dan could spend the rest of his life kissing Duck. He wants to do more, wants to keep -- to keep going. But he doesn't have to. He could kiss Duck forever, run his tongue over Duck's bristling stubble, knaw at his jaw, suck on his neck, and then move back to his mouth, his crooked mouth, bumping noses and touching eyelashes, and kissing kissing kissing forever.




(hee, shmoopy! <3)

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

You are my favorite person in the history of ever. I withdraw all complaints made yesterday. You are TOTALLY committed.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

Nancy is making a livejournal post later to talk about HOW COMMITTED I AM TO PORN. because i told her how to fix her story!


have ray snarl, "shut UP, Fraser. Shut up!" and flip them over so he's holding Fraser down.

And he knows that Fraser has at least thirty pound of subcutaneous fat on him, that Fraser could flip them over at any moment, and that makes it even better, because Fraser is *submitting*

Fraser shuts up, real fast, and Ray says, "Thank fucking CHRIST," and kisses him, hard, fast, bruising.

And Fraser doesn't know where to put his hands, so Ray takes his hands, presses their hips together to keep his balance, puts one of Fraser's hands in his hair and the other on his ass, twists a little to grind their erections together, and kisses him again.

Fraser would pant, "Ray. Ray. Ray. Ray," and Ray would be like, "I told you to SHUT UP, Fraser, just SHUT UP, just fucking RELAX," and Fraser would be like, "Ray, YOU shut up, if you don't stop fucking doing that --"
and Ray pulls away, and says, "Did you just say fuck?"

And Fraser says, "YES, Ray, I do know how to cuss," and Ray says, "it ain't cussing," and Fraser says, "YOU shut up now -- just -- just SHUT UP." and pulls his mouth back down and pushes one of his hands between their bodies and slids it into Ray's jeans, and Ray jerks against him and comes on his hands, and then Fraser comes in his pants.

*g*

the end.




I am a Y!M PORN DEMON!!!!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

...I thought Nancy's problem was that *Ray* wouldn't shut up, but whatever, I don't care, because EEEEEEE.

Is it odd that the phrase "porn demon" makes me think "speed demon" in my head? Obviously you need a nice shiny convertible to zip around in, providing porn to the masses.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

I would LOVE a nice shiny car to zip around in!

I actually don't know which of them won't shut up, but it works well either way, if you just flip the names around. Of course, with Fraser over Ray, it's Fraser making Ray submit and Ray fighting him and struggling and then Fraser biting his neck until he goes limp and starts whining and --

Well. I think we can all use our imaginations.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm. Imagination.

(I bet Fraser has a very vivid imagination. All those books and solitude and blah blah blah. It probably goes along with his longer attention span.)