it kept saying they wear braces with their uniform, which was totally throwing me off. I'm thinking....like....ankle-sock garters or something...and then I realize. Oh. they mean *suspenders*.
It's like a whole different language sometimes. And don't even get me started on my Smarties goof.
but...speaking of *dirty jobs*....I got a little sidetracked in my uniform kink. But I couldn't help it. The image....
There are several shots out there in the intranets of Paul Gross in his henley, with his suspenders holding up his pumpkin pants. He's rather fetching in suspenders. You can't say that about everyone, like the geek factor is ENORMOUS, but he pulls it off quite nicely. I think suspenders need to figure heavily in this fic.
Am still typing furiously away at Harry Potter fic of doom. I don't even want to know the deadline because I know it's like (tomorrow!) soon. But another WIP will bite the dust when this is done. Go me!
well no hurries on the challenge thing. so far i've got 7 pages of ray babbling and no porn in sight. take all the time you need on your WIP (until tomorrow anyway, lol)
like i said, distracted. but i needed a reason for fraser to have left his uniform with ray long enough for ray to put it on. and then the Dirty!Fraser images were too much to bear.
When I was getting married, my husband and I went shopping for wedding rings at the local mall. We didn't want anything fancy, just plain gold bands. But I was so freaked out by the entire concept of getting married that I ended up buying a red cape instead (which I still own, by the way).
And, in response to my mother's nagging me over the years as to when I was getting married, my standard reply was, "You regret badgering me into getting married because I'm getting married in a red dress and you'll be mortified."
Not that I was serious, but it so happened that the only dress I could find that I liked with red. Backless and red. It was the last thing I bought at I. Magnin's before it closed down.
I don't know about good luck, but I look pretty good in red (and really shitty in white--plus, hey, Berkeley feminist--not like I was wearing white) . Red's my color. The backless thing just happened to come along with the dress. It *was* pretty hot come to think of it! I still own that, too, but it's fraying along the hem line. Not like I could ever wear it again. It was a size 2! But I've kept it.
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It's like a whole different language sometimes. And don't even get me started on my Smarties goof.
but...speaking of *dirty jobs*....I got a little sidetracked in my uniform kink. But I couldn't help it. The image....
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Am still typing furiously away at Harry Potter fic of doom. I don't even want to know the deadline because I know it's like (tomorrow!) soon. But another WIP will bite the dust when this is done. Go me!
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well no hurries on the challenge thing. so far i've got 7 pages of ray babbling and no porn in sight. take all the time you need on your WIP (until tomorrow anyway, lol)
like i said, distracted. but i needed a reason for fraser to have left his uniform with ray long enough for ray to put it on. and then the Dirty!Fraser images were too much to bear.
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You do know that you have a red coat kink, don't you?
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yeah i know. sigh. it's such a stand-out naughty color. and then they go and put the most uptight men imaginable in it.
though rene's red is actually a red used properly. danger, james fitzroy! danger!
yeah...it's uh...not helping that i only have time to write this thing in small doses until next week. because...damn...*ray* in the *red coat*
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When I was getting married, my husband and I went shopping for wedding rings at the local mall. We didn't want anything fancy, just plain gold bands. But I was so freaked out by the entire concept of getting married that I ended up buying a red cape instead (which I still own, by the way).
And, in response to my mother's nagging me over the years as to when I was getting married, my standard reply was, "You regret badgering me into getting married because I'm getting married in a red dress and you'll be mortified."
Not that I was serious, but it so happened that the only dress I could find that I liked with red. Backless and red. It was the last thing I bought at I. Magnin's before it closed down.
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very awesome. good luck in china.
plus, just hot
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