Heeee! (*thinks - "there is no way this is gonna be unamusing"*)
Then, Ray's car rolls off the road and I think, 'Goody Heeeeee! You're worse than me
Like: 'Hey, the seven year old trapped inside me really wants to see poor wounded Ray comforted by overprotective Bodie'. Somewhat frighteningly, I think I wrote my first h/c story at around age seven. No. Really. It was a western (can't remember what prompted it, but it was at school. It may have been free writing. My teacher was just fine about it - well, I could spell - but I don't think I wrote any more at school... *g*) and there was torture and tumbleweed involved. It wasn't Pros, although I'm currently wondering about doing a grown-up version. Rest assured, I will never leave out the juicy bits. Especially now that I know there are many other people as h/c addicted as me... (*gods* but I love fandom...*)
But I worry. No! Don't worry! You have to call me names before I worry! I would probably have gone "what the fuck?" but I would have been puzzled first, and offended only if the chunk had still been in there... Actually if the chunk had still been in there I would have said "wtf?" even harder, but I probably still wouldn't have been offended. You have to be mean to offend me. (Not that it hasn't been done... no, wait, only the lads get h/c like that... ah well, hey-ho!)
the text file stored in Pros Lit is missing a significant section of your story Ack! Oh no! All those poor buggers, wondering why Bodie didn't give a shit about Ray, who was tossed and tumbled and bruised and battered and... *runs to Frances to beg restoration of the pain and subsequent stroking*
Thank you for letting me know!
PS - See the icon. Cos, you know, Doyle's so pretty when he's... *g*
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Re: Correction!
Date: 2006-12-30 06:37 am (UTC)Heeee! (*thinks - "there is no way this is gonna be unamusing"*)
Then, Ray's car rolls off the road and I think, 'Goody
Heeeeee! You're worse than me
Like: 'Hey, the seven year old trapped inside me really wants to see poor wounded Ray comforted by overprotective Bodie'.
Somewhat frighteningly, I think I wrote my first h/c story at around age seven. No. Really. It was a western (can't remember what prompted it, but it was at school. It may have been free writing. My teacher was just fine about it - well, I could spell - but I don't think I wrote any more at school... *g*) and there was torture and tumbleweed involved. It wasn't Pros, although I'm currently wondering about doing a grown-up version. Rest assured, I will never leave out the juicy bits. Especially now that I know there are many other people as h/c addicted as me... (*gods* but I love fandom...*)
But I worry.
No! Don't worry! You have to call me names before I worry! I would probably have gone "what the fuck?" but I would have been puzzled first, and offended only if the chunk had still been in there... Actually if the chunk had still been in there I would have said "wtf?" even harder, but I probably still wouldn't have been offended. You have to be mean to offend me. (Not that it hasn't been done... no, wait, only the lads get h/c like that... ah well, hey-ho!)
the text file stored in Pros Lit is missing a significant section of your story
Ack! Oh no! All those poor buggers, wondering why Bodie didn't give a shit about Ray, who was tossed and tumbled and bruised and battered and... *runs to Frances to beg restoration of the pain and subsequent stroking*
Thank you for letting me know!
PS - See the icon. Cos, you know, Doyle's so pretty when he's... *g*