I am a moron
Jul. 4th, 2004 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swatkatThere's no doubt about it. Have you ever heard of a person screwing up a simple CD-burning process? I just did. The CD contained nothing important - just all my brushes, and icons, and some of my old stuff ("I *will* do it," said Harry *gags*). All gone.
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Interesting discussions on the "Ewww!het!" phenomenon here, here and here. I haven't the time to rant today, I'm afraid, but all I can say is that I totally agree. "Eww het" is as annoying as "eww slash", if not worse.
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I wanted to write schmoopy stuff, but it looks like I'm still incapable of writing schmoop. Here's some squicky stuff instead.
Fandom: LFN
Rating: 16+ for adult situations
Words: 100
Walter isn’t sure how it started, or who made the first move; how they progressed from talking encryptions and firewalls to this…
He’s clumsy. He’s definitely nervous (so is Walter, although he isn’t going to confess that). And he’s eager, so very eager…
This cannot be happening, Walter thinks. But his coffee-scented kisses are sweet, almost addictive, his searching hands are insistent – soft, like a child’s, and so warm – and Walter knows that he can’t stop.
A few minutes, and then it’s over. They’ll never talk about it in the future, of course. Walter just isn’t sure when he’ll forget.
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Interesting discussions on the "Ewww!het!" phenomenon here, here and here. I haven't the time to rant today, I'm afraid, but all I can say is that I totally agree. "Eww het" is as annoying as "eww slash", if not worse.
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I wanted to write schmoopy stuff, but it looks like I'm still incapable of writing schmoop. Here's some squicky stuff instead.
Fandom: LFN
Rating: 16+ for adult situations
Words: 100
Walter isn’t sure how it started, or who made the first move; how they progressed from talking encryptions and firewalls to this…
He’s clumsy. He’s definitely nervous (so is Walter, although he isn’t going to confess that). And he’s eager, so very eager…
This cannot be happening, Walter thinks. But his coffee-scented kisses are sweet, almost addictive, his searching hands are insistent – soft, like a child’s, and so warm – and Walter knows that he can’t stop.
A few minutes, and then it’s over. They’ll never talk about it in the future, of course. Walter just isn’t sure when he’ll forget.
