in which i am crazy

[schmerica]

Why must people continue to insist on maintaining their own tastes and preferences? This would all be SO MUCH SIMPLER if you all would just learn to like exactly the same things as me!!! (And write lots and lots and lots of it, but that part goes without saying, right?)

I am bored and find myself playing china_shop's game of trying to turn all the DVDs on my shelves into Fraser/Kowalski stories. However, of the movies on my shelves, I find Mallrats, Wayne's World, Heathers or Lilo and Stitch inadequate to the task. (Although the latter does bring up cute images. Um.)

So then I started to play it with The Lady Eve, but then I ran into the trouble that I haven't actually seen that movie in like five years. Bah.

P.S. Fraser/Kowalski is totally based upon a solid and unshaky foundation.

P.P.S. Frannie/RayK totally has a sensible and logical canonical basis.

P.P.P.S. PORN.

P.P.P.P.S. Tell me more about Dan Jarvis, people. *sad face*

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[china_shop]

Lilo and Stitch! "We only had tuna! Do you know what tuna is?" Hee!

I was trying to turn Big Trouble in Little China into F/K, but there was no Fraser part. No.

P.S. Fraser/Kowalski is totally based upon a solid and unshaky foundation.

Absolutely. In fact, they're standing now, looking at the foundations of their new house, both names on the title in black and white. Ray can't stop fidgeting, he's so happy, plus he's dying of waiting for the removal men to finish unloading his stuff so he and Fraser can be alone and, you know, christen all the rooms. But, in the meantime, Fraser's raised the spectre of termites, and Ray's dragged him down into the basement to check it out. "See?" he says, thumping one of the struts so that dust showers onto their feet. "We checked it out before, remember. Rock solid."

"That's as may be, Ray," says Fraser, "but I distinctly heard the sound of termite teeth as I was carrying your dresser up the front steps."

"Oh, nah." Ray ducks his head, and looks up at Fraser through his lashes, hoping flirting'll distract him this time. "That was just--I gave Dief a celebratory apple danish."

"Ray, how many times do I have to--" Fraser catches his eye and doesn't even bother to finish the sentence. He doesn't really sound annoyed, anyway, it's just his standard procedure: Dief, wild animal, sugar-free diet. Now Fraser's got something else on his mind, though. His lips part, and that's all the invitation Ray needs. In two steps he has his arms around Fraser, is pulling his body up tight against his own, feeling the press of his firm flat pecs against Ray's chest, his belt buckle digging into Ray's belly.

"Welcome home," Ray murmurs against Fraser's mouth, and Fraser opens to him, kisses him long and hot and sweet, his big hands moving from Ray's hips to the back of his neck, the base of his spine, holding him close.

"Home," he says, when they break apart, like the word is a foreign language he's just learning. "Yeah."

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

"That's as may be, Ray," says Fraser, "but I distinctly heard the sound of termite teeth as I was carrying your dresser up the front steps."

Heeee. You rock my socks, my dear!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Also, it occurs to me that Lilo and Stitch would probably work better as a Fraser-Dief story. Dief could totally be Stitch.

[china_shop]

Or Dief-Ray?

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hmm, maybe. But Fraser is an orphan! Plus, I can kind of just see him taking his awful brain surgery doll out to play with the others.