writing meta: the inner life of a slash writer...

[arrow00]

(...this one, at least.)

Okay, we'll put Ray on his back on the kitchen table, hee--oops, knocked over the butter dish--okay, that's working...yeah, make him squirm, Fraser...hello, lube? oh, BUTTER DISH heheh...jeez, uhmmmmm Ray is...that's beautif-- [goes to her bunk. returns] --perfect, now Vecchio catches them, has Fraser--no, wait, his lower back can't handle (save it for Blair)--okay, that's better, nice and soft, oooh, three-way kisses--no, how many hands is that? heh, 'sextopus'--now Ray makes Ray...no, maybe the other one...better...haha Ray is so funny even when he's--jesus Fraser's ass is hot...no, he can't see his own ass, stupid...ohh, Vecchio is really giving it to him, eee! Fraser whimpering [goes back to bunk. returns] yay happy snuggles kisses--spanking? go Vecchio! you show Ray who's--

--damn it, the wolf!! Where the fuck did I leave the wolf?

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[nos4a2no9.livejournal.com]

hello, lube? oh, BUTTER DISH heheh...jeez

OMG. This is giving me very unpleasant flashbacks to Last Tango in Paris. Because Marlon Brando really DID have plans for that butter!

And this is classic, if only because it gives us all some insight into exactly how many trips you take to your bunk during the average slashfest :-)

[t-verano.livejournal.com]

Do you read TS fic? Arrow's butter dish made me think of Lyrica's Salt, Tequila, Lime, which also features a butter dish in a small, but key, role and also is oh, so very, very, very hot...

[arrow00.livejournal.com]

I was way too young when I saw Last Tango, because all I remember is thinking ew ew ew.

But I am older now, and have since read Salt, Tequila, Lime. :)

gives us all some insight into exactly how many trips you take to your bunk

eep! not my fault the boys are hotness! biological imperative mmmumble no strict *limit* per se mmmurfph nothing fun on tv for the good of the ARt!