What happened to my innocence?
At the beginning of every summer, I go out and buy 7 or 8 bottles of kids' sunblock and distribute them in strategic places: one in the car, one in the swim bag we take to the pool, one in the kitchen and another in the downstairs bathroom, a little travel-sized one in my purse, etc.
But now, all I can think of how this is like in fic, where there's always convenient bottles of lube that pop up in random places: in the Impala's glove compartment! in Jared's gym bag! under the couch cushions in the house where Sam and Dean are squatting! in a tiny tube secured on Harley's collar!
Is nothing sacred? Is there no corner of my life where SPN porn does not intrude? (Answer: apparently not)
But now, all I can think of how this is like in fic, where there's always convenient bottles of lube that pop up in random places: in the Impala's glove compartment! in Jared's gym bag! under the couch cushions in the house where Sam and Dean are squatting! in a tiny tube secured on Harley's collar!
Is nothing sacred? Is there no corner of my life where SPN porn does not intrude? (Answer: apparently not)