Is it strange to attempt to ward off a slight fit of depression by imagining Lee and Grant in a secret meeting in a tent somewhere around Vicksburg, Lee furiously and contemptously smashing Grant's wine bottles to the ground, wrestling Grant away from them when Grant tries to go for them, and then somehow ending up as angry, sexy cockrub warriors against a desk? Wrong? Maybe, and yet meanwhile, Grant remembering being a first year at West Point, looking up to the uber-cool and controlled Lee, wanting to challenge his control? "Can you taste the liquor on my lips, Robert?" breathed hot and heavy into his ear as Lee moans and grabs the back of Grant's head and shoves him to his knees....*has problems...*
A-HEM
And anyway, it's not my depression this time. Well it's other people's problems pressing down on my wittle shoulders.
Other People's...Problems...(I'm down with OPP --yeah you know me--)
A-HEM
And anyway, it's not my depression this time. Well it's other people's problems pressing down on my wittle shoulders.
Other People's...Problems...(I'm down with OPP --yeah you know me--)
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Ok I have serious problems. haha
This sounds like a story challenge.
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Pin that bitch down, get a little spunk in those blond tresses...
A pervert after my own heart!
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*snickers*
(Actually I got totally obsessed with Custer and Little Big Horn once for a school project...not that he was hot...but you wanted to see him just...fucked up the ass by Crazy Horse or something...)
You see what pirate smut does to my brain?
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Just finished new pirate smut for remixredux! SO GO ME! The first new pirate slash I've written in a year. Also saw that pirategasm is putting together an archive if you want to put your pirate stuff up there. Will keep you posted.
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rispa's dorky dictionary, at your service