Thanks! And I love your new icon. I get hypnotized by it. And have I mentioned I have this thing about constantly badgering people to buy me ponies? If you wanted to buy me a pony, I might even be inclined to write a special request fic for you.
Seriously - now I can go on. Well, for the next five minutes, anyway, which is about how the "basking in the glow" lasts until the "whining for more" sets in. Hooray for the LeBaron! Hooray for Logan leaning! LOVE that image! 4.5 minutes left...
Would it help if I told you I already have an idea for the next chapter? And I'm 90% sure I'll have it up tomorrow night? Wait, you're my personal assistant. I can just command you to stop whining ... Anyway, I'm glad you liked it, dear.
Oh, and the leaning thing totally came from the My So-Called Life discussion in the Meet Market the other day. In the first episode, Jordan Catalano leans, sexily, a lot.
I can't go to sleep. I ate too many Starbursts. I'm going to jump around the apartment till my caveman wakes up and knocks me unconscious, since he has to be to work in 6 hours.
He still leaned better than anyone, she thought. Lazy. Insolent. Like the laws of physics didn’t apply to him. Like if you took away whatever he was leaning on, he would still take up the space the same way, shored up by charisma, bending the molecules in the air to his will. Most people had angular shadows, but the early afternoon sunlight cast the silhouette of his body into curved lines, sinewy and serpentine. He looked good when he was leaning.
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*basking*
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Oh, and the leaning thing totally came from the My So-Called Life discussion in the Meet Market the other day. In the first episode, Jordan Catalano leans, sexily, a lot.
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Love Wallace's complete speechlessness. And mackin' lifestyle. Still no Nelly vidoes.
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I'm glad you like it, pumpkin-butt.
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But I like you that way. =)
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I didn't mean for that to be as dirty as it sounded.
*shrugs*
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He still leaned better than anyone, she thought. Lazy. Insolent. Like the laws of physics didn’t apply to him. Like if you took away whatever he was leaning on, he would still take up the space the same way, shored up by charisma, bending the molecules in the air to his will. Most people had angular shadows, but the early afternoon sunlight cast the silhouette of his body into curved lines, sinewy and serpentine. He looked good when he was leaning.
Yeah, she definitely needed to get laid.
And yeah. I kinda do love you a little lot. :D :D
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