fic typing

I am sitting in the garden, birds tweeting and mellow air caressing my skin, typing up my Cristiano Ronaldo / Kaká fic. I am up to word number 1,477! :-)

T'young son is home again today, still constipated. It's scatological. We leave for the G.P.'s now. He is a poor bunny.

football twens, how are you so cute

Football pretties, how are you so awesome cute?

My darling sons football bunnies are so young, it melts my heart. Blutjung, as I would say in German. Especially Cristiano Ronaldo who is only 21, oh the cuteness. Kaká is a veteran!baby at 24.

And being young, they are enthusiastic and idealistic and into charitable ventures. They could be my students! In fact, as I found out two minutes ago, Kaká's dad is a university professor. (omg, he could be an art historian... well, yes, bloody unlikely but still! His dad is my colleague!!)

*eyes own son who could be the next Kaká* (See earlier post about Mother Maries or Mary Mothers.)

( my cuties' charity ventures )

I swoon over that profile. I have always loved profiles; profiles are slashy because they imply an interlocutor and a third person; they imply narrative; they imply sex. *gets carried away*

My fandom is everywhere!
T'son has an entire album full of footballer stickers. He collects my cuties! Posters of my bunnies adorn the walls of supermarkets and cafés. T-shirts with my darlings' name on them are for sale in sports shops. Websites and you.tube videos abound. They get discussed on the radio as I stack the dishwasher. Grown men giggle when they mention their names! This, even more than Orli rps, is bounty.

Plus it's weird. The entire world has gone slashy. *slithers in the slath*

*is working self up into absurd frenzy for Saturday's game*

I am not going to be able to bear it if Portugal gets kicked out at quarter-final stage. No more Cristiano Ronaldo for two years, until the European Cup?? (Okay, okay, I know he plays for Manchester United, and the way I am currently going, I can even see myself buying tickets for a game, under the guise of 'taking my son' -- always a good ruse that worked wonders for Lord of the Rings -- but I don't really do club football! *wails* I like nation pitted against nation.)

Those of you who've known me for a while: remember when I used to go in and out of gaga lust for Orlando Bloom? And when I was in, I used to squee shamelessly at his curls?

( Why I love Cristiano Ronaldo more than Orlando Bloom )