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1. You guys. I can't stop thinking about Spencer Smith going down on girls.
He would be so good at it.
2. I cannot believe that several of you actually want to hear about my involuntary Mary Sue het PWPs involving Jon Walker, but okay! I can't bring myself to be super explicit, though, because I don't know. It is a thing, bear with me. So, uhm. The first JWalk Sex Dream (oh, and believe me, they deserve the capital letters) I already told you about – it was the one where (there was a lot of plot that didn't make sense and then) I felt him up through his pants on a hotel bed, and that probably sounds not that hot, but oh my god, it was. IT WAS. I was, he was lying behind me and I was sitting on the side of the bed looking away, trying to pretend like I wasn't interested, and he kind of – took my hand, and. He was wearing dress pants. And then I turned around. Also, I was Ryan Ross, maybe? But a girl? But also me? It was... confusing, and yet sexy.
The second one was more hotelsex, except this time in the morning, and I was all sleepy and so was he, and then we took a shower together. It was exactly as nice as you'd imagine.
The third one, the one from just a couple nights ago, was definitely, DEFINITELY me. I guess I had been dating Jon for a while, in this dream, because it was the Chicago stop of the HCT, and I went to go meet him backstage, which was the first time I'd seen him in a couple of months. I don't know why we couldn't meet at, like, his apartment, but whatever, dream logic! Also, my nipple piercings were totally healed – newly healed, actually, but safe to play with. I think you know where this is going. And then Pete walked around the corner while my shirt was up around my neck, and was like OH, HEY, JON WALKER'S GIRLFRIEND, I DON'T THINK WE'VE MET, and Jon turned around really quickly and shielded me with his body, and it was great. IT WAS FANTASTIC. I am happy just thinking about it right now! Jon Walker was my protective boyfriend who dug my piercings! And Pete was skeeeeevy, and I did not ask him to join us in a threesome, mostly because I was just so satisfied with my wonderful boyfriend and wanted to watch him play bass on Saturday and then take him home and get naked. Which I could do. Because he was my boyfriend.
SOMETIMES I LOVE MY BRAIN.
(Tracey, that was KIND of about my breasts? I am sorry they were polluted with bandslash!!) (also, I am going to go flee now, because I can't believe I actually posted this.)
He would be so good at it.
2. I cannot believe that several of you actually want to hear about my involuntary Mary Sue het PWPs involving Jon Walker, but okay! I can't bring myself to be super explicit, though, because I don't know. It is a thing, bear with me. So, uhm. The first JWalk Sex Dream (oh, and believe me, they deserve the capital letters) I already told you about – it was the one where (there was a lot of plot that didn't make sense and then) I felt him up through his pants on a hotel bed, and that probably sounds not that hot, but oh my god, it was. IT WAS. I was, he was lying behind me and I was sitting on the side of the bed looking away, trying to pretend like I wasn't interested, and he kind of – took my hand, and. He was wearing dress pants. And then I turned around. Also, I was Ryan Ross, maybe? But a girl? But also me? It was... confusing, and yet sexy.
The second one was more hotelsex, except this time in the morning, and I was all sleepy and so was he, and then we took a shower together. It was exactly as nice as you'd imagine.
The third one, the one from just a couple nights ago, was definitely, DEFINITELY me. I guess I had been dating Jon for a while, in this dream, because it was the Chicago stop of the HCT, and I went to go meet him backstage, which was the first time I'd seen him in a couple of months. I don't know why we couldn't meet at, like, his apartment, but whatever, dream logic! Also, my nipple piercings were totally healed – newly healed, actually, but safe to play with. I think you know where this is going. And then Pete walked around the corner while my shirt was up around my neck, and was like OH, HEY, JON WALKER'S GIRLFRIEND, I DON'T THINK WE'VE MET, and Jon turned around really quickly and shielded me with his body, and it was great. IT WAS FANTASTIC. I am happy just thinking about it right now! Jon Walker was my protective boyfriend who dug my piercings! And Pete was skeeeeevy, and I did not ask him to join us in a threesome, mostly because I was just so satisfied with my wonderful boyfriend and wanted to watch him play bass on Saturday and then take him home and get naked. Which I could do. Because he was my boyfriend.
SOMETIMES I LOVE MY BRAIN.
(Tracey, that was KIND of about my breasts? I am sorry they were polluted with bandslash!!) (also, I am going to go flee now, because I can't believe I actually posted this.)
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That is what it is like inside my head. ALWAYS. I can't say I mind it all that much though...
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SPENCER SMITH! AND. HIS TONGUE! The picture... with him and Jon? Where he is making his fingers into a V and licking out his tongue?
THERE'S A PICTURE TO HAVE BURNED INTO THE BACKS OF YOUR EYELIDS.
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Het. Ughn. Het.
Okay, okay. I suppose. You might have a point. About Spencer. MAYBE.
Man, the last time I contemplated anything remotely heterosexual was a ridiculously long time ago.
No wait. I lie. I contemplated Patrick & Vicky T, like yesterday. But that's okay, because it's Patrick and that is a reason in and unto itself.
And I just remembered --
OI, YOU. With your talk of Vicky T and other such things, I had a ridiculous dream involving myself in Vicky's place, onstage, protesting that no, actually I can't play the keytar, and could I please be allowed to leave? Only to be told by a very flummoxed Gabe that I'd been playing with them for years, so what the fuck was I on?
And then Patrick got involved and, dude, I was just confused. Because there was a very heterosexual vibe to the dream-me, and it was very much bothersome.
BUT. This is irrelevant & rambly.
I just wanted to say, on a side-note, while I'm here, that you are so much awesomeness for the
'Kay. *leaves*
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The saddest thing about that dream is that because you WERE Vicky-T, you probably couldn't stare at her gorgeousness very much! :( :( THAT IS TRAGIC.
Yaaaaaay, thank you! I'm so glad people are enjoying this ridiculous excuse for a challenge! YAY.
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someday, I will tell you about my dream, which was kidfic. And also involved my being...my boss, basically. AWESOME TIMES.
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I would love to hear about your kidfic (bodyswap?) dream!! TELL ME MOAR.
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And I was all, "yeah, sure - we are totally prepared to deal with crazy children! we specialize in crazy children!" And she got there and was, as predicted, CRAZY - and also a bad influence on our kid. In the dream.
(and then there was hot sex in the dean's cabin, and it was awesome, but I do not think that that is a sharing part of the dream.)
HI. MY SUBCONSCIOUS WANTS EVERYONE TO ADOPT BABIES, AND ALSO FOR MY BOSS TO DIE IN A FIRE. AND ALSO FOR ME TO HAVE HOT SEX.
...I AM NOT SURE THAT MY CONSCIOUS MIND DISAGREES.
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And last night? About how William Beckett was really crap and couldn't figure out the shortest route from the hotel to his grandmother's house via the library even though he had a map. WTF brain? How is THAT something you need to bring up?
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In my head it's like those episodes of ANTM where they make the models run round some city with a map trying to find modelling agencies and they end up crying and soaked with nothing to show for it. Oh I love ANTM.
Also? In sadder news, I didn't manage to get tickets for London before they sold out as I was at work and my work would not let me onto that site! *rages against several machines* How long are you going to be in the UK for? *covets you*
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Oh NOES! I am going to be in the UK until Sunday, I think? I don't know where you live, but omg, I WANT TO SEE YOU, PLEASE COME TO LONDON :( :(
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WHere are you staying in London? *Plans*