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First off, before the content-Mmm, Viktor Krum? Still sexy (picture from here)
Also, it's freezing. On my walk home from church yesterday? My nose nearly froze off, I'm telling you! I would whine about this endlessly, but you know what? All of you are probably more sensible than I, and actually wear sweaters when you know that your church only has one space heater. cold.
Anyway.
Trek RPF is kinda like Highlander RPF. Big, scary, conservative fandom with tiny little force of devoted writers bucking a decades-long taboo? Yeah, I see that.
*snerk* Which is why I felt the need to write this.
Inspired by
Yes, George, there is a Santa Claus. And his name is Gay.
Lindsey: "I repeat. What. The. Hell."
Harry: "Well, I appear to be a cowboy. The author's tenth grade history teacher told her that there were lots of Chinese cowboys."
Author: "Take it with a grain of salt, buddy. That was the guy who thought Locke invented the "invisble hand" principle in Economics."
Lindsey: "Shut up. If anyone's a cowboy, I am. You are from Bermuda, and you, scary Authorial voice, are from California. And yes, you were something of a rider there. But London? Just, no, don't even go there, girlfriend."
Author: "I was trying to make you sound less gay. You resist, you lose."
Lindsey: "I hate you."
Harry: "Is it just because the two of you have some weird connection that you're ignoring me? I know, it's tough to write me. I'm so cool!" *does a little dance*
Author: "I hate you."
Lindsey: "Right, the smart money is on him being gay. Not that I confuse that Garret person with this fine thing here. Shall I objectify him more?"
Author: "Not if you want to hop in bed with him! Respect, come on, listen to Aretha."
Harry: "You know, the two of you need to shut up, and figure out why I'm here. I could be off getting killed in a variety of interesting ways!"
Author: "Shush, and listen to this fine man. He has funny hair, but you love him, don't you?"
Lindsey: *makes cow-eyes*
Harry: "Does he have more issues than the average crewmember on Voyager? Please say no."
Author: "Of course not! Unless you count Paris, Janeway or...well, any of the main characters, really.
Harry: "What was that? I didn't hear you."
Author: "Kiss him, you fool, I want to write porn now."
And they did sex. The end. And made terrible jokes about coming back to life, and the dialect coaches from hell. Or at least, how hard it is to be so hot, even in ugly clothes. or out of them, as the case may be.
I am on crack, yay.
Also, it's freezing. On my walk home from church yesterday? My nose nearly froze off, I'm telling you! I would whine about this endlessly, but you know what? All of you are probably more sensible than I, and actually wear sweaters when you know that your church only has one space heater. cold.
Anyway.
Trek RPF is kinda like Highlander RPF. Big, scary, conservative fandom with tiny little force of devoted writers bucking a decades-long taboo? Yeah, I see that.
*snerk* Which is why I felt the need to write this.
Inspired by
Yes, George, there is a Santa Claus. And his name is Gay.
Lindsey: "I repeat. What. The. Hell."
Harry: "Well, I appear to be a cowboy. The author's tenth grade history teacher told her that there were lots of Chinese cowboys."
Author: "Take it with a grain of salt, buddy. That was the guy who thought Locke invented the "invisble hand" principle in Economics."
Lindsey: "Shut up. If anyone's a cowboy, I am. You are from Bermuda, and you, scary Authorial voice, are from California. And yes, you were something of a rider there. But London? Just, no, don't even go there, girlfriend."
Author: "I was trying to make you sound less gay. You resist, you lose."
Lindsey: "I hate you."
Harry: "Is it just because the two of you have some weird connection that you're ignoring me? I know, it's tough to write me. I'm so cool!" *does a little dance*
Author: "I hate you."
Lindsey: "Right, the smart money is on him being gay. Not that I confuse that Garret person with this fine thing here. Shall I objectify him more?"
Author: "Not if you want to hop in bed with him! Respect, come on, listen to Aretha."
Harry: "You know, the two of you need to shut up, and figure out why I'm here. I could be off getting killed in a variety of interesting ways!"
Author: "Shush, and listen to this fine man. He has funny hair, but you love him, don't you?"
Lindsey: *makes cow-eyes*
Harry: "Does he have more issues than the average crewmember on Voyager? Please say no."
Author: "Of course not! Unless you count Paris, Janeway or...well, any of the main characters, really.
Harry: "What was that? I didn't hear you."
Author: "Kiss him, you fool, I want to write porn now."
And they did sex. The end. And made terrible jokes about coming back to life, and the dialect coaches from hell. Or at least, how hard it is to be so hot, even in ugly clothes. or out of them, as the case may be.
I am on crack, yay.