~~salt and desire: an ending ficlet.
Sep. 16th, 2002 01:59 pm::dies:: ~~ theirloveissopouty..!
i am -telling you-, they mean it, they are out to play with our minds...! *shoots evil looks at warner bros*
*fangirly cackles* those leather gloves will so be my undoing. gack. cut-off finger gloves...!!
must....write.... sexy!glove....smut! smut! smut! *chants*
er.
all those other hp `ships. they don't have what we have-- ie, lotsa eeeeevil pictures. i -swear- it's like, has there ever been another instance of pop-culture pretty-boy slash subtext this obvious and thrown in one's face??! no...! gah. *waves JSA flag frantically*
why oh why must underage wizards in quidditch gear be so bloody HOT??! it's.... guh. uncomfortable.
ahem. ok.
here 'tis. last part of the ficlet that is no longer teeny-tiny. even if no one cares, it's ok, because i'm doing this for LURVE, baby, pure lurve. those two deserve ....mmm.... endless sonnets and arias and ...mm..... well, i suppose just aja & ashura's fic from yesterday would do in a pinch. ahem. *worships ending, again*
this is ( `salt and desire', being part 3 of the `lost and found' ficlets. because aja made me think of draco's tears yesterday, and now i can't get the bloody image out of my mind, dammit. horribly, horribly OOC, well, by my standards, but i wanted to write it anyway, so there. )
you know, this was going to be smut. *cries*
why does nothing ever work out as planned??
and why, oh why am i so sappy??!!
P.S. ~~ i just almost cried when i read here that this person `ships spock/mccoy. *laughs* i'm such a DORK. *pulls face*
i am -telling you-, they mean it, they are out to play with our minds...! *shoots evil looks at warner bros*
*fangirly cackles* those leather gloves will so be my undoing. gack. cut-off finger gloves...!!
must....write.... sexy!glove....smut! smut! smut! *chants*
er.
all those other hp `ships. they don't have what we have-- ie, lotsa eeeeevil pictures. i -swear- it's like, has there ever been another instance of pop-culture pretty-boy slash subtext this obvious and thrown in one's face??! no...! gah. *waves JSA flag frantically*
why oh why must underage wizards in quidditch gear be so bloody HOT??! it's.... guh. uncomfortable.
ahem. ok.
here 'tis. last part of the ficlet that is no longer teeny-tiny. even if no one cares, it's ok, because i'm doing this for LURVE, baby, pure lurve. those two deserve ....mmm.... endless sonnets and arias and ...mm..... well, i suppose just aja & ashura's fic from yesterday would do in a pinch. ahem. *worships ending, again*
this is ( `salt and desire', being part 3 of the `lost and found' ficlets. because aja made me think of draco's tears yesterday, and now i can't get the bloody image out of my mind, dammit. horribly, horribly OOC, well, by my standards, but i wanted to write it anyway, so there. )
you know, this was going to be smut. *cries*
why does nothing ever work out as planned??
and why, oh why am i so sappy??!!
P.S. ~~ i just almost cried when i read here that this person `ships spock/mccoy. *laughs* i'm such a DORK. *pulls face*