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Me and the baristas at the coffee shop I frequent on my way to work have what I like to think of as the perfect relationship: they look young and pretty and make me lovely, lovely caffeine drinks – I stand there half awake and gaze in a slightly unfocused way at the pretty while it’s making me my red-eye, heart-attack-in-a-cup and then drink the wonderful elixir they hand me.
(Though frankly, at that time in the morning I’d drink hemlock if it had caffeine in it. ‘Not a morning person’ is an understatement, believe me)
Today’s service was rather slower than usual but this did give me extra time to perve on the brand new pretty-pretties; 2 new guys who look faintly like the main cast of bbc’s Merlin and whom I promptly dubbed Colin and Bradley and took as a sign that God wants me to read more Merlin RPS.
(I have, reluctantly and with a heavy sigh, started on that already. After all, I don’t want to offend Him)
The ears on ‘Colin’ didn’t stick out enough and ‘Bradley’ looked like he was aiming for Zac Efron hair – not a good thing, btw – but they were nice ornaments to look at while trying not to fall asleep on my feet. I still prefer the girl who’s usually on shift though. She looks like a female version of DJ Qualls and wears little hipster style cats-eye glasses and is much more attractive than my inadequate description may make her sound, honest.
The other girls there are all raaather nice too – and it occurs to me as I write this that although usually I’d put myself around a Kinsey 1 or 2 for some reason in coffee shops my gay tendencies rear up and I slide further along like the scale’s been lubricated with foamed milk or something. Generally that only happens in the presence of pictures of Alison Hannigan.
Though by the by, while we’re talking Merlin and perving on girly bits, isn’t the girl that plays Morgana a bit pfwoaar? Nice breasts and everything of course but I saw a screencap of the scene where she’s sword fighting in her shift (don’t ask) and she had this little small swelling of tummy that was just… mmmmmm…… niiiiice! :D
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Am now finishing and polishing up my Yuletide story. I was having severe problems with it until my muse elbowed the idea I was working on out of the way and cried ‘Hey! You don’t want to write it like that – you want to write it like this!’
This being a completely different idea to my original and involving starting pretty much from scratch 2 days ago, but hey-ho. It also contains about 70% more shagging so that’s a plus. I’m trying to work out whether to put a certain bit in though because although I know my recipient is ok with the slash (ha! Good thing or they’d be buggered) I’m not sure how they feel about certain acts and Surprise!Rimming may not be enthusiastically welcomed.
Maybe I’ll add it to the ‘Five Things’ outtakes I’m writing.
(Though frankly, at that time in the morning I’d drink hemlock if it had caffeine in it. ‘Not a morning person’ is an understatement, believe me)
Today’s service was rather slower than usual but this did give me extra time to perve on the brand new pretty-pretties; 2 new guys who look faintly like the main cast of bbc’s Merlin and whom I promptly dubbed Colin and Bradley and took as a sign that God wants me to read more Merlin RPS.
(I have, reluctantly and with a heavy sigh, started on that already. After all, I don’t want to offend Him)
The ears on ‘Colin’ didn’t stick out enough and ‘Bradley’ looked like he was aiming for Zac Efron hair – not a good thing, btw – but they were nice ornaments to look at while trying not to fall asleep on my feet. I still prefer the girl who’s usually on shift though. She looks like a female version of DJ Qualls and wears little hipster style cats-eye glasses and is much more attractive than my inadequate description may make her sound, honest.
The other girls there are all raaather nice too – and it occurs to me as I write this that although usually I’d put myself around a Kinsey 1 or 2 for some reason in coffee shops my gay tendencies rear up and I slide further along like the scale’s been lubricated with foamed milk or something. Generally that only happens in the presence of pictures of Alison Hannigan.
Though by the by, while we’re talking Merlin and perving on girly bits, isn’t the girl that plays Morgana a bit pfwoaar? Nice breasts and everything of course but I saw a screencap of the scene where she’s sword fighting in her shift (don’t ask) and she had this little small swelling of tummy that was just… mmmmmm…… niiiiice! :D
* * *
Am now finishing and polishing up my Yuletide story. I was having severe problems with it until my muse elbowed the idea I was working on out of the way and cried ‘Hey! You don’t want to write it like that – you want to write it like this!’
This being a completely different idea to my original and involving starting pretty much from scratch 2 days ago, but hey-ho. It also contains about 70% more shagging so that’s a plus. I’m trying to work out whether to put a certain bit in though because although I know my recipient is ok with the slash (ha! Good thing or they’d be buggered) I’m not sure how they feel about certain acts and Surprise!Rimming may not be enthusiastically welcomed.
Maybe I’ll add it to the ‘Five Things’ outtakes I’m writing.
