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Fic: Flesh (aka The Unwanted Seven Pounds AU)

Title: Flesh
Author: borogroves (me!)
Rating: R
Warnings: Character death
Summary: the unwanted Seven Pounds AU. For drblaine.

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Next two parts have been added: “preparation” and “repair”.

forgiveninasong replied to your post: forgiveninasong replied to your post: Zombie…

Who died and made you fucking king of the zombies?

I do it on the night. THIS IS THE NIGHT!

knittywriter replied to your post: forgiveninasong replied to your post: Zombie…

Here’s where I admit that I have only seen it all the way through like 3 times, out of the millions of times I’ve tried. It’s the funniest movie I’ve ever seen, but I can only watch it in little short clips because it freaks me right the fuck out.

You’ve got red on you.

forgiveninasong replied to your post: Zombie Apocalypse Survival Guide

Take car. Go to Mum’s. Kill Phil - “Sorry.” - grab Liz, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for all of this to blow over. How’s that for a slice of fried gold?

knittywriter replied to your post: Zombie Apocalypse Survival Guide

cricket bats. Don’t forget the cricket bats. Or vinyl records. But not Sade because that’s Liz’s.

I adore the crap out of you both right now.

Zombie Apocalypse Survival Guide

So it appears that the zombie apocalypse is finally arriving. In light of this, I’m sharing my tips in the hopes that you all can benefit.

Gather as many supplies as you can. Unperishable food, water filters, thick and hard-wearing clothes and shoes, blankets, batteries.
Make for high ground with good visibility all around you.
Paint this mantra on every available surface: “remove the head or destroy the brain”.
Stockpile guns and ammo, swords, baseball/cricket bats, hockey sticks—really, any heavy blunt objects. There’s probably going to be a lot of skull-caving to do.
Toughen your skin, but look after your loved ones.
For the love of God, HOARD toilet paper.

karaoke superstar (4/?)

forgiveninasong:

La la laaaaa continuation of this. And this is really the first part that is talking about SEX OMG. Also also, this is always ALWAYS dedicated to iloveweasleys and heartwolf, because it’s their fault.

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Kurt’s head was swimming with the lights zipping past them in the cab. And his temperature was rapidly rising as he felt Blaine’s hand slipping between his thighs and drifting towards his hardening cock. He could feel it straining against his infernally tight jeans, and wondered how long he’d be able to deal with Blaine pawing at him before he’d have to tear his jeans off and take him right there, in the back of the cab.

Blaine was kissing feather-light against his neck, and Kurt let his head rest against the cool glass of the window as he languished in the feel of Blaine’s tongue licking out at a point midway between his collarbone and jawbone.

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*paws at screen*

More more more I need more please and thank you.

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Lovely! :)

Thank youuu :)　

Anonymous Asks:

I'm curious. In Snapshots, there was the whole "retracing our drunken steps" chapter. And since it's TMI Tuesday, and the common expression is "write what you know", I have to ask. Have you ever had to do anything similar?

borogroves Said:

I’ve been fortunate enough never to have had to do that! That chapter was actually inspired by The Hangover (if that much wasn’t obvious), because I really wanted to do a couple of really fun chapters before ALL THE WEDDING FEELS. I will, however, share with you a tale of my rare drunken antics (I’m not a big drinker, so my drinking stories are few and far between).

It was New Year’s Eve, 2009. I’d been at work all day, but managed to work it so that I was on an early shift—8am til 4pm. My ex-flatmate’s mum (Jan) was throwing a New Year’s party, and after briefly stopping at home to make myself look presentable, I meandered up there. As soon as I got there, Steve (Jan’s husband) opened the door and shoved a double vodka and Coke into my hands. I was really thirsty and drank it pretty quickly. After that I had two more, and then moved on to Malibu and Coke, and when the Malibu ran out I was drinking raspberry Sambuca and lemonade. I remember at one point I was alone in the kitchen, and just dancing around to the music coming from the living room with my arms in the air like I hadn’t a care in the world (I must have looked like such an idiot).

I finished my Sambuca and staggered into the living room, where I sat down on the couch to talk to Louis, Steve’s son. Monumentally bad idea. The room was swaying and spinning and I suddenly felt very, very iffy.

I managed to make it upstairs to the bathroom, where Louis’ friend Jason was bent double over the toilet, face against the porcelain and all. And that’s how I ended up sitting on the edge of the bath, and it was as the ball dropped downstairs that I started throwing up into the bathroom sink.

Let that be a cautionary tale: don’t mix your drinks (even though I still do) and don’t drink on an empty stomach (…even though I still do sometimes). I still, to this day, cannot drink Malibu.