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thistlechaser"Look at the balls! My god, just look at the balls!" - me, before realizing that that could be taken totally the wrong way.
The Quidditch World Cup videogame site has been updated (and man, look at the balls!). I haven't even gotten past the first page yet, and I'm drooling at how realistic the graphics are. I wish I didn't suck at videogames, because I want to see everything that happens in this one. Yes, it's meant for kids to play, but I really, really suck at videogames. ("I didn't know someone could die during the intro...")
So tired, so very very tired. Why is it the fewer hours I sleep, the poorer I sleep? Was awake most of the night, listening to noises, listening to my cat snore, and rolling over and over and over. Insanity. If I got an hour of sleep last night, I'd be very, very surprised.
Wrote a drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hpsquick100. The week's challenge is 'Men Who Love Dragons Too Much'. Even though this is for the squick group, mine's not too squicky. No details, nothing graphic, just the mention of it.
Title: Size Matters
Words: 100
Challenge: Dragons and the Men Who Love Them
Characters: Younger Charlie (still in school)
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
villainny. See other notes at the end.
It wasn't even that Charlie liked dragons (you know, liked dragons) -- he wanted more than sex from them. He liked how big they were (not in that sense), how easily they could roll over and smush you flat... but that whole death thing was a problem.
Sometimes he felt like he spent all his time wandering the halls, trying to figure out how to arrange what he so desired. Back and forth he'd pace, plotting and planning.
Then one day it appeared: A door that hadn't been there before. Curious, he pushed it open.
Inside was the biggest dragon he had ever seen.
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Notes:villainny wanted to do a Room of Requirements this week, so I combined the two! Also, oddly, this "smushed by a big partner" is a real fetish... though it usually involved very overweight women, not fat dragons.
The Quidditch World Cup videogame site has been updated (and man, look at the balls!). I haven't even gotten past the first page yet, and I'm drooling at how realistic the graphics are. I wish I didn't suck at videogames, because I want to see everything that happens in this one. Yes, it's meant for kids to play, but I really, really suck at videogames. ("I didn't know someone could die during the intro...")
So tired, so very very tired. Why is it the fewer hours I sleep, the poorer I sleep? Was awake most of the night, listening to noises, listening to my cat snore, and rolling over and over and over. Insanity. If I got an hour of sleep last night, I'd be very, very surprised.
Wrote a drabble for
hpsquick100. The week's challenge is 'Men Who Love Dragons Too Much'. Even though this is for the squick group, mine's not too squicky. No details, nothing graphic, just the mention of it.Title: Size Matters
Words: 100
Challenge: Dragons and the Men Who Love Them
Characters: Younger Charlie (still in school)
A/N: For
villainny. See other notes at the end.It wasn't even that Charlie liked dragons (you know, liked dragons) -- he wanted more than sex from them. He liked how big they were (not in that sense), how easily they could roll over and smush you flat... but that whole death thing was a problem.
Sometimes he felt like he spent all his time wandering the halls, trying to figure out how to arrange what he so desired. Back and forth he'd pace, plotting and planning.
Then one day it appeared: A door that hadn't been there before. Curious, he pushed it open.
Inside was the biggest dragon he had ever seen.
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Notes:
villainny wanted to do a Room of Requirements this week, so I combined the two! Also, oddly, this "smushed by a big partner" is a real fetish... though it usually involved very overweight women, not fat dragons. 
