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daemonlunaIt wasn't raspberries and vanilla ice cream. It was vanilla ice cream with blueberries and just the slightest smidgen of spiced rum. (And the fact that there was a PIRATE! on the bottle was pointed out to me. Nobody in this household is on a PotC kick, me maties. Arrr.)
Barb just read me a fic warning. RPS, sure. Slash, duh. Angst and death, okayyy, but... cannibalism??? Ah. A plane crash in the mountains. Uh-HUH. Did I mention they all happen to be in full costume at the time?
Meanwhile, bed awaits. If that RPS doesn't give me fic-indigestion nightmares, that is.
Barb just read me a fic warning. RPS, sure. Slash, duh. Angst and death, okayyy, but... cannibalism??? Ah. A plane crash in the mountains. Uh-HUH. Did I mention they all happen to be in full costume at the time?
Meanwhile, bed awaits. If that RPS doesn't give me fic-indigestion nightmares, that is.
