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I have the Concert for Diana from Wembley on in the background, while I compile a list of prize-winning books for work. Duran Duran is on. Simon Le Bon is fucking hot. Yes, he's pushing 50, wearing Cons, has frosted tips, and all I can do is slash him with John Taylor (bass guitarist, also very very hot).
What's wrong with me?I wonder if there's any Duran Duran RPS fic out there? Part of me doesn't want to. Ah, but now, I realize why I left their Best Of album on my iPod.
Stop calling me JR. Please.
Edit: Gillian Anderson? Still hot.
What's wrong with me?I wonder if there's any Duran Duran RPS fic out there? Part of me doesn't want to. Ah, but now, I realize why I left their Best Of album on my iPod.
Stop calling me JR. Please.
Edit: Gillian Anderson? Still hot.