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Productivity + Dirty Bandom Thoughts
Dec. 14th, 2008 09:32 pmThat sums up my Sunday.
Of the productivity:
I successfully replaced the hard drive on my laptop. With my own two hands and everything! Okay, okay, I had recovery disks to work with, so I didn't, you know, actually have to UNDERSTAND anything. But I touched my computer's insides and nothing exploded and there was no blue screen of death, so go me.
Of the dirty bandom thoughts:
I started writing some dirty, dirty porn with Pete wearing a skirt, because sometimes it's just that put-Pete-in-a-skirt time in your fan fic writing career.
Also I had this really, really dirty dream which I then spun into an idea for porn. Patrick is a massage therapist and Pete is...maybe still a rock star? I don't know. Anyway he's Patrick's customer, who's a little pervy, because there's always at least one customer who is, but it's kind of okay in this case, because he brings out the perv in Patrick, and the touching gets more and more inappropriate every time Pete comes for a massage until finally they're not even bothering with the pretense. The one image I clearly remember from my dream is Pete's back, all slick with oil, and Patrick's hands moving slowly, firmly up the line of his spine. Then I started imagining that every time Pete turns from his stomach onto his back he takes the opportunity to flash Patrick, no matter how determinedly Patrick tries to hold up the towel to give him some privacy. Because, you know...Pete. And then of course, there's music playing in the room, and Patrick just kind of forgets himself one day and starts to hum. And Pete loves his voice and after that always makes him sing to him while he's massaging him. And that just ratchets up the dirty BIG TIME.
You know, Bandom boys are like John and Rodney in that you can imagine them in a million billion AU scenarios. I like that in a fandom!
Of the productivity:
I successfully replaced the hard drive on my laptop. With my own two hands and everything! Okay, okay, I had recovery disks to work with, so I didn't, you know, actually have to UNDERSTAND anything. But I touched my computer's insides and nothing exploded and there was no blue screen of death, so go me.
Of the dirty bandom thoughts:
I started writing some dirty, dirty porn with Pete wearing a skirt, because sometimes it's just that put-Pete-in-a-skirt time in your fan fic writing career.
Also I had this really, really dirty dream which I then spun into an idea for porn. Patrick is a massage therapist and Pete is...maybe still a rock star? I don't know. Anyway he's Patrick's customer, who's a little pervy, because there's always at least one customer who is, but it's kind of okay in this case, because he brings out the perv in Patrick, and the touching gets more and more inappropriate every time Pete comes for a massage until finally they're not even bothering with the pretense. The one image I clearly remember from my dream is Pete's back, all slick with oil, and Patrick's hands moving slowly, firmly up the line of his spine. Then I started imagining that every time Pete turns from his stomach onto his back he takes the opportunity to flash Patrick, no matter how determinedly Patrick tries to hold up the towel to give him some privacy. Because, you know...Pete. And then of course, there's music playing in the room, and Patrick just kind of forgets himself one day and starts to hum. And Pete loves his voice and after that always makes him sing to him while he's massaging him. And that just ratchets up the dirty BIG TIME.
You know, Bandom boys are like John and Rodney in that you can imagine them in a million billion AU scenarios. I like that in a fandom!