Slashy Nominations 95: Wooing the Caress More Dazzingly When Daring in Full Dress

[thefourthvine]

It's another "dress you up with my love" entry; the only reason I didn't use that for the title is that I'm sure we'd all prefer not to remember that particular phase of musical history. (Of course, now we all do remember it, and some unlucky person will be humming that song for another 48 hours, but baby, sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind

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[thefourthvine]

Thank you! I tried it with the underscore, but, because I am apparently defective, I failed to think of just, you know, running it all together. I will update the entry instanter.

[pearl_o]

The most recent update of glossing's story is here; it has links to the beginning as well.

[thefourthvine]

Whoops. Thanks for pointing out that I had only managed to link to parts 1 and 2; I actually did mean to link to her memories entry, but, well, I didn't. Obviously. I have now, though, so thanks again.

[delurker]

This one is so much a part of my life at this point that when I typed "Benton Kowalski/Ray Fraser" just now, it took me several seconds to see what was wrong with that.
...there's something wrong with that?
*inspects sentence carefully*
Looks fine to me.
*attaches shiny gold star*

[thefourthvine]

*gazes longingly at gold star*
*engages in internal dialog, as follows*

-But it's a gold star!
-But you didn't earn it.
-But she thinks I did! She likes the concept of Benton Kowalski, born in Chicago, whose housewife mother was murdered by Mafiosi when he was 6, thus impelling him to become a cop, and whose meat-packer father was murdered by a vicious criminal while on a package fishing holiday in Canada. She likes the idea of Ray Fraser, who spent his childhood in the Northwest Territories watching movies and reading music magazines, dreaming of being Steve McQueen and kissing David Bowie, but who followed in his father's footsteps and became a Mountie anyway - a Mountie whose Stetson hides experimental hair and who almost flunked out of the Depot because he couldn't hold still during statue practice.
-But you don't deserve a gold star for that, because that concept is clearly insane. Also, I think she thinks that those guys are the usual Ray and Benton, who, during a wildly bizarre wedding ceremony, both accidentally took the

[_swallow]

Hi, I love you so much.

[fanofall]

WRITE IT WRITE IT WRITE IT WRITE IT WRITE IT.....

[fanofall]

Oh. My. GOD. You HAVE to tell me who finally got you into Smallville, because I owe that person BOXES of virtual cookies (or real ones, depending). I have literally DOZENS of these stories on my hard drive from various and sundry authors.

Also? Are you e-mail deprived again? Because I'm beginning to think your e-mail hates me...

[thefourthvine]

As far as I can tell, I'm under an email curse; every account I touch turns to disaster in my hands. I've had some luck with emailing people from the Other Account, though, in that I typically get their replies, so I'll try that with you now. (The Fannish Account seems to be fucked beyond all repair; I get comment notifications weeks out of date sometimes and sometimes within seconds (and sometimes, I suspect, not at all), and my list mail comes in gushers every few days.)

Send me all SV stories immediately. Plus, I have a backlog of stupid questions that will be wending their electronic way to you if I ever manage to use email again, because guess whose Best Beloved is currently embarking on a TV show starring one man with giant lips and another man with a bald head

[fanofall]

SQUEE!!!

Okay. Will calm down. And will send bajillions of recommendations when return home. Because, you know, not so appropriate to be trolling the
Web looking for gay superhero porn at work....

[flyingtapes]

Smallville has become one of my fandoms. I thought I'd just come out and say that right now; I've learned the folly of swearing in public - or at least here - that I will not acquire a given fandom, no no no a thousand times no, because then the rabid weasels come for me. So I'm saving myself some weasel-time by admitting I'm on the SV train now.

Coolness.