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porn bunny sga sandwich
Feb. 27th, 2006 09:51 pmSo today I had a wicked porn bunny and ( it is definitely neither work nor child safe )
Also, I did a load of work today and I felt great! Working actually makes me content, when I finally stop procrastinating and just do it. I re-read most of my 137,000 words and I thought, shit, I am only going to have 90,000 max in the finished book, so this is a book right there. And many bits of it were really interesting and original and I enjoyed reading them, and I thought, maybe I can just shuffle and write connecting bits and hey presto, here I basically have a book. *boggles*
And then I got motivated about HP and thought, t'evenings is for my darling Ds. And because I saw Munich (I mean, there is a sequitur in there somewhere), I imagined how Draco first sees Dudley, across a crowded street, and then he nearly falls off his roof because, bloody hell, those muscles and those bulges and he is so big, and that turns Draco on no end. Except fuck, that's a muggle but what the hell, the sun is warm, and why not. So he rummages through his wardrobe and wades through the mess on his attic floor and finds some muggle clothes somewhere and throws them on. He puts on what he feels most comfortable in, something vaguely wizardish and robe-like but what it actually is, is a poncho, and he wears it with plus-fours and lace-up boots and, copying Harry's new hairdo, he ties his straggly hair back in a rubber band and he transfigures his wand into a knobbly Alpine walking stick. Mugglishly, he looks absolutely ridiculous but Dudley falls in love with him, anyway, because he can't help it, because he's been dreaming about this boy who fell out of a tree for the last five years and can't believe that here he is, standing on the other side of Wardour Street, clutching his strange stick until his knuckles are white.
Also, I did a load of work today and I felt great! Working actually makes me content, when I finally stop procrastinating and just do it. I re-read most of my 137,000 words and I thought, shit, I am only going to have 90,000 max in the finished book, so this is a book right there. And many bits of it were really interesting and original and I enjoyed reading them, and I thought, maybe I can just shuffle and write connecting bits and hey presto, here I basically have a book. *boggles*
And then I got motivated about HP and thought, t'evenings is for my darling Ds. And because I saw Munich (I mean, there is a sequitur in there somewhere), I imagined how Draco first sees Dudley, across a crowded street, and then he nearly falls off his roof because, bloody hell, those muscles and those bulges and he is so big, and that turns Draco on no end. Except fuck, that's a muggle but what the hell, the sun is warm, and why not. So he rummages through his wardrobe and wades through the mess on his attic floor and finds some muggle clothes somewhere and throws them on. He puts on what he feels most comfortable in, something vaguely wizardish and robe-like but what it actually is, is a poncho, and he wears it with plus-fours and lace-up boots and, copying Harry's new hairdo, he ties his straggly hair back in a rubber band and he transfigures his wand into a knobbly Alpine walking stick. Mugglishly, he looks absolutely ridiculous but Dudley falls in love with him, anyway, because he can't help it, because he's been dreaming about this boy who fell out of a tree for the last five years and can't believe that here he is, standing on the other side of Wardour Street, clutching his strange stick until his knuckles are white.
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