PART ONE PART TWO So, this is pretty self-explanatory; we're closely following in the footsteps of
st_xi_kink, except this time it's all about the real person fiction. Just because the other two mods and myself are shameless does not mean you all have to be; posting anonymously is fine, nay encouraged. All you do is request a pairing and a a prompt/kink and
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Working on this as my muse currently has a gun to my head...
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Perhaps a fine hand-stitched quilt, or a tub of hand-churned butter?
I CAN THINK OF NOTHING MORE AMISH THAN HAND-CHURNED BUTTER!
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You NEED TO CONTINUE THIS. I'm begging you. It's like reading Pinto from an entire new perspective AND IT'S ****** GREAT!
(yeah now swearing hear in favour of some amish people that might come across here... :DDD)
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Renee
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Now, this is a WIP as of right now, but I promise it will eventually get finished. I'll be posting here with updates until it's finished, at which point it will be polished, cleaned up, etc. etc. Also, it's...going to be a while until we get to the scene above. Sadly.The one good thing, Chris figured, about being stuck in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere Pennsylvania with raving madman addicted to Diet Coke who simply posed as the director for a film about time traveling farmers was the people he got to work with. Inexperienced though he was, Chris knew he was lucky to have such a close knit group of fellow actors to surround him all the time; in this strange land among strange people and under the strange control of JJ, it was nice to have fellow cohorts in crime ( ... )
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Chris was sorely tempted to yell fuck off at whoever knocked at his trailer door right as he was beginning to fall asleep, but the vague chance that it might actually be someone important roused him from his light nap and sent him to the door. Of course, it was Karl ( ... )
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