continued from yesterday's entry: things that are great

[schmerica]

13. I made carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting and they are SUPER GOOD. Actually, the frosting is so tasty that it's a little sickening. I mean, I just saw myself beat the hunk of cream cheese together with a disgusting amount of powdered sugar -- and yet knowing this does not make it less tasty.

14. moireach and I have formed a new club! She says I can be secretary. Topics on the table include: hot girls; incest; Buffy/Giles and other approved pairings involving Joss Whedon characters.

15. Last night I got a chance to slag off my favorite hated dS fic to people who had never heard my rant on it before. Hee.

16. cesperanza wrote new due South fic! Yay! As I mentioned to Lale earlier, my favorite part of this is when Ray gets smacked upside the head.

17. Speaking of lalejandra, she gets a number all to herself. Because she wins JUST THAT MUCH.

More updates will follow as awesomeness occurs.

Comments

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

I AM THE VOICE OF FANDOM! WHERE IS THE PORN???


i totally should have milked this birthday thing and been like I AM 25! WRITE ME PORN!

but then a bunch of annoying bad writers would have written me porn that sucked a lot and i would have slagged them off and been like, "wow, thanks for thinking of me," and there would have been a kerfuffle, so in the end, it's best that we just reread "an admirable solution" and "wedge" and um. um. you know. other stories!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

you are wise, as always. Actually, I think I'm still cranky because I am stuck using the damn family desktop crappy computer which I can get kicked off or snuck up upon at any moment. I want my laptop with all my bookmarks and semblance of privacy! sniff.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

dude, that is the suck. the SUCK.

rereading "an admirable solution" always makes me feel better about the world -- until it gets to the part where ray finds out about fraser's history, and then i am just annoyed.

oh, you know what is good? the part in the hockey au where ray says, "c'est vrai, c'est vrai, i liked it, i liked kissing you."

omg, i die a little every time i read that.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

(Actually, the computer thing is also why I am not writing you porn right now. bah. *waits impatiently for computer part to arrive*)

Anyway. Mmmmmmmm. ACHY CHEST GOOD FEELING, yes.

You know what else is good?

But this time ... there'd been nothing he had to do, nothing he could do, absolutely nothing. Nothing he could say. All he could manage was to lie there, flat on his back, and try his damndest to hold himself together, try to keep his mouth from saying the things that he knew his body was screaming: just do it, just take it take it, have it, have me. And Fraser had him, pinned and spread out, and was driving against him hard, full body, over and over, holding him down, hands like iron, shit he was strong, and Fraser's words flowing like water, over and around and through him and away again, with no more meaning to them than the sound of the blood whooshing in his ears. So fucking strange—Fraser's cock was grinding and shoving right up against his, a fierce hot hurt that turned him on harder than anything he could remember, and there was nothing at all for him to do but take it, take it in, all of it. Do it do it, just do it do it do it ...

Then Fraser shifted, kneeing Ray's thighs further apart, grabbing and tilting his hips, and Ray suddenly knew that he would let Fraser have anything, do anything, anything whatsoever that he wanted, and with that thought he jerked and yelled and came so hard the world went red behind his squeezed-shut eyelids.


Gah, katallison is a god.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

omg, you know what else is hot?

And Ray leaned closer, until they were almost nose to nose, and Ray said fiercely: "You'll give me this." He tightened his grip and began to move again. "Because it's mine."

TILT. sometimes you gotta help gravity along. hell yes.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

"What do you think they're doing in there?" Ray Vecchio murmured.

"I don't know," Stella replied offhandedly, thinking: Fucking. They're fucking. What do you think? Ray Kowalski had grabbed Benton Fraser by the arm after dinner and told him that they had to talk. If they were still talking, she was Marie Antoinette.

Robbie was marching around the sofa they were sitting on; he had been marching steadily for nearly 45 minutes now, and showed no signs of stopping. Stella thought that if scientists could somehow harness the energy of small children, get them to run on treadmills or something, there wouldn't ever be any shortage of electricity.

Holly and Sam had both returned to the microscope, except now they were fighting for it. "Let me see!" Holly begged.

"Wait, just let me focus it," Sam replied.

"You let me focus it--it's my microscope!"

"One more second!"

"You said that five minutes ago!"

From the direction of the bedroom, a single soft moan, heartbreaking in its intensity. Ray. She knew that moan; that was the sound he made just before he--

"ACTION MAN!" Eddie yelled, swooping out of the boys' bedroom with a blanket flying from his outstretched arms. "I AM ACTION MAN!"

Sam looked up at his brother, annoyed. "Quit it, you're being a pain."

Eddie stopped, posed, one hand on hip. "ALL OF CANADA IS WITHIN MY DOMAIN."

"There are no Canadian superheroes, stupid," Holly snorted.

"Sure there are," Sam corrected. "There's Iron Man, Nelvana of the Northern Lights, Captain Canuck, Northguard and his partner Fleur de Lys--"

"Okay, I stand corrected," Holly said, rolling her eyes. "There are no Canadian superheroes who aren't pathetic. So go on, Eddie! You fit right in!"

"Up yours," Eddie said, and swooped away again.

Robbie made a final lap around the sofa and then hurled himself at Ray and Fraser's bedroom door and started banging on it wildly. "Ray! Dad! Ben! Dad!"

"I think the four of them are a little busy right now, kid," Ray Vecchio muttered.

Robbie kept banging noisily, and suddenly the door opened. Fraser was standing there, dressed exactly as he had been when they last saw him--except, Stella thought, perhaps his hair was just a little messed up? and perhaps his shirt-tails weren't quite as tucked in as they ought to be?

Ha, that is a really really long quote, and the kid stuff isn't hot at all, obviously, but the little tiny bits there push lots and lots of buttons for me.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

(and this right after, to continue the quote. um.)

Ray Kowalski appeared behind him in the doorway, hair going every which way and looking flushed. He put a hand on Fraser's shoulder, and Fraser turned to him. "The thing you have got to remember," Ray said softly, intently, obviously continuing a prior conversation, "is that kids who suffer like that can still turn out mighty fucking fine, Fraser. Like you. Just like you," and Fraser stared at him for a long moment before reaching out, twining a hand in his disordered hair, and pulling him close for a kiss.

Stella instantly looked away, focusing on Robbie--Sam--Holly--anywhere but the doorway--but none of the kids so much as blinked at the show of affection.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

fraser rumpled ALWAYS does it for me. so does pushy ray!

i can't play this game anymore, because i have TOTALLY switched over to res's sga porn. *g*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Ha, that's okay. My sister dragged me away from the computer to watch first season Everwood dvds with her.

Now I am the only person left up, though, so I will go read the 80k porn stories with ABANDON.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Also, it is a DAY AND A HALF LATER and I STILL WANT PORN and it is SAD. Last night I was forced to resort to reading lots and lots of Ray/Ray! The fact that it is hot does not completely erase my shame.

(Although, really this is a nice line either way: "God," he said hoarsely, and shuddered against Vecchio's knees, "did you know how much I like getting my mouth fucked, or was that a lucky guess?")

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

I have a really hard time with lines like that. I try to picture people saying that to ME during sex, and I end up laughing. This is because I am a horrible person.

Do you want to tig more porn? I feel like we've kind of finished the tattoo porn already! But we could go for more of something else. (Also, I like writing with you because I feel like it's totally a *fight* -- I pull the story one way, you pull it another. Hee.)

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Heeeee. I would be very pleased to tig more porn with you!

I think we end up pulling different directions because I never know what you're doing. And then I'm all "OOOOH WHAT HAPPENS NEXT ANNA TEEEEEEELL ME -- oh wait. I have to write more to get more from you, don't I? HMMM."

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

We could try a different way. Like, you can write a sentence, then I can write a lot, then you can write a sentence, then I can write a lot. *g* That's like a tig, but I'm writing a story for you!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hee, it's okay. I don't mind writing! Although I suppose the whole comfort of tig is that I can just send it back over to you whenever I want. You could get one sentence from me! You could get 500 words! You just don't know!

Also, I find it amusing that the tattoo porn is ending with Ray stretched into a really uncomfortable acrobatic position. He will be stuck like that FOREVER MORE. Ha.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

Now that you've said that, you know I am going to have to go back and fix it. =P


Dude, do you want to tig? I can start a new post in my lj for us to comment tig. *g*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Heeeee. Yes! Go ahead and start us up.

[lalejandra.livejournal.com]

http://www.livejournal.com/users/lalejandra/136792.html#cutid1

TIG!