murnkay: "You know what you need? A friendfrenzy post. *giggle*"
shadesong: "You know what I need? A fucking scimitar, dripping with the blood and entrails of my enemies."
murnkay: "Well. That might present problems."
shadesong: "Might solve some, too."
All I'm sayin' is that this is the third day in a row I'm imagining sharp pointy things dripping with gore. And the splinter of a cheekbone under a fist - that was on the way home. (Okay, so day one was for the Shawn story. Yesterday and today though? Yeeeaaaah.) I'm thinking that petting me and feeding me chai and/or ice cream is probably the extent of safe interaction with me.
And posting hot pix of you. That's safe.
Y'all are some serious eye candy. I'm sayin'.
Why is the monitor only hair-trigger when I don't want it to be? Oy.
Interesting typo: "heart minotaur". There's a writing prompt for you.