Millions of stuff.
First there's the small matter of my due South Seekrit Santa letter.
Dear Santa,
I haven't been a particularly good girl this year, but I have been working hard and trying to stay out of trouble. I've been thinking about Fraser and Ray Kowalski a whole lot more than I've written about them, so there's got to be points in that. Right?
I'd like something deliciously smutty for Christmas. NC-17 smutty if it's possible, but I'm really quite happy with some hard R as well. If you can get a story line outside the bedroom, that would make my year. Even if it's all about how they get to the bedroom, or kitchen, couch, alley, back seat of the car...
I've got a few buttons that always do it for me, but nothing too kinky. Masturbation fic is always a winner, especially when it's Fraser doing it. Blow jobs are fabulous. Hell, anything consensual and not involving bodily fluids other than saliva and semen pretty much butters my muffin.
Things I don't get any joy from? Extreme sappiness. I love a bit of mush, sure. What I can't handle is when one of these boys goes all girlie on me. They can say "I love you" without the dozen long stemmed roses. Unhappy endings make me...well, unhappy. I don't like to read about how they almost got together, but didn't. Deathfic is the most miserable thing in the world for me.
I'm really very easy to please. I love these guys like they're my own, so anything that makes them happy makes me happy. If you could work a little hockey in there? I'll have your babies. So, if the F/K is eluding you, then a bit of Fraser/Smithbauer would more than make up for that. :)
Love,
Me.
Secondly, I did a meme that I got from heartofdavid
"Comment and I'll give you a letter. In your journal, list 10 of your favorite songs that begin with that letter."
In no particular order...
1) Lovers on Main Street - Japan
2) Little Miss Can't Be wrong - Spin Doctors
3) Lava Lamp - Duran Duran
4) Like The way I do - Melissa Etheridge
5) Love is Infectious - Japan
6) Love Voodoo - Duran Duran
7) Life On Mars - David Bowie
8) Love and Death of an American Guitar - Jim Steinman
9) Love of the Common People - Paul Young
10) Losing My Religion - R.E.M.
AND OMG!!!! I HOCKEYED!!!
I went off for my first lesson in the new term and afterwards, instead of practicing chasses and forward stroking Frog and I got a puck and some sticks and we messed around down one end of the ice. They gave us cones to block our area off and we had two cones at each end to mark the goals.
At first I thought it was going to be weird skating with stuff in my hands, but it was the most perfect thing in the world. We passed the puck back and forward for a while and then got another one and wove in and out of the cones with them.
The best bit was when my adopted son came out and started stealing the pucks from us to make us chase him. We are slow, but a puck is a pretty good incentive to speed up. Then he told me to be goalie and he took turns with Frog at trying to score.
I have a save percentage of .9something! No pads, no blocker, no helmet and a little stick and I still don't suck. I can poke check like Marty Turco on a really bad day when he's hungover and has the flu! I have slight five hole issues, though and my rebound control is on a par with Marc-Andre Fleury's. Not there.
I was seriously starting to doubt I'd ever be able to play hockey, let alone do the goalie thing. My first attempt gave me back all the hope I'd had before and then some. Hockey is absolutely my game. Even if I don't get to be a goalie, I don't even remotely suck with my stick and puck handling skills. I'm still slow, but I can make that little rubber disc go where I want it to and I can hit it pretty damn hard.
If I can survive the endless figure skating crap that I must endure to get a pass and go to hockey school, I'll be the happiest girl in the world.
Dear Santa,
I haven't been a particularly good girl this year, but I have been working hard and trying to stay out of trouble. I've been thinking about Fraser and Ray Kowalski a whole lot more than I've written about them, so there's got to be points in that. Right?
I'd like something deliciously smutty for Christmas. NC-17 smutty if it's possible, but I'm really quite happy with some hard R as well. If you can get a story line outside the bedroom, that would make my year. Even if it's all about how they get to the bedroom, or kitchen, couch, alley, back seat of the car...
I've got a few buttons that always do it for me, but nothing too kinky. Masturbation fic is always a winner, especially when it's Fraser doing it. Blow jobs are fabulous. Hell, anything consensual and not involving bodily fluids other than saliva and semen pretty much butters my muffin.
Things I don't get any joy from? Extreme sappiness. I love a bit of mush, sure. What I can't handle is when one of these boys goes all girlie on me. They can say "I love you" without the dozen long stemmed roses. Unhappy endings make me...well, unhappy. I don't like to read about how they almost got together, but didn't. Deathfic is the most miserable thing in the world for me.
I'm really very easy to please. I love these guys like they're my own, so anything that makes them happy makes me happy. If you could work a little hockey in there? I'll have your babies. So, if the F/K is eluding you, then a bit of Fraser/Smithbauer would more than make up for that. :)
Love,
Me.
Secondly, I did a meme that I got from heartofdavid
"Comment and I'll give you a letter. In your journal, list 10 of your favorite songs that begin with that letter."
In no particular order...
1) Lovers on Main Street - Japan
2) Little Miss Can't Be wrong - Spin Doctors
3) Lava Lamp - Duran Duran
4) Like The way I do - Melissa Etheridge
5) Love is Infectious - Japan
6) Love Voodoo - Duran Duran
7) Life On Mars - David Bowie
8) Love and Death of an American Guitar - Jim Steinman
9) Love of the Common People - Paul Young
10) Losing My Religion - R.E.M.
AND OMG!!!! I HOCKEYED!!!
I went off for my first lesson in the new term and afterwards, instead of practicing chasses and forward stroking Frog and I got a puck and some sticks and we messed around down one end of the ice. They gave us cones to block our area off and we had two cones at each end to mark the goals.
At first I thought it was going to be weird skating with stuff in my hands, but it was the most perfect thing in the world. We passed the puck back and forward for a while and then got another one and wove in and out of the cones with them.
The best bit was when my adopted son came out and started stealing the pucks from us to make us chase him. We are slow, but a puck is a pretty good incentive to speed up. Then he told me to be goalie and he took turns with Frog at trying to score.
I have a save percentage of .9something! No pads, no blocker, no helmet and a little stick and I still don't suck. I can poke check like Marty Turco on a really bad day when he's hungover and has the flu! I have slight five hole issues, though and my rebound control is on a par with Marc-Andre Fleury's. Not there.
I was seriously starting to doubt I'd ever be able to play hockey, let alone do the goalie thing. My first attempt gave me back all the hope I'd had before and then some. Hockey is absolutely my game. Even if I don't get to be a goalie, I don't even remotely suck with my stick and puck handling skills. I'm still slow, but I can make that little rubber disc go where I want it to and I can hit it pretty damn hard.
If I can survive the endless figure skating crap that I must endure to get a pass and go to hockey school, I'll be the happiest girl in the world.