Yeah. I don't feel so bad about my heroin addiction - at least it's not crack.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I don't feel so bad about my crack addiction - at least it's not NASCAR fanfic.
Stupid question: Does the NASCAR fanfic slash the drivers? How do NASCAR fans feel about this?
(OK, that's two stupid questions)
Does the NASCAR fanfic slash the drivers?
Let me have a go: well, the drivers don't have to be all the same gender. Fanfic != slash or even sex. Also, maybe they have relations with their cars, or the pit crew.
That should cover most stuff.
It's the "maybe I'm not submitting to my addiction enough" thinking that I feel I ought to steer clear of...
Though I guess anything that keeps me off heroin, crack, and NASCAR fanfic can't be all bad.
maybe they have relations with their cars
Or the cars are being slashed with the other cars.
If NASCAR fanfic exists, I so don't want to know about it.
ION, my tiara arrived, courtesy of Javacat! Wheeee! Very, very pretty, and strangely, it's one I almost bought for my recipient. Great minds. Thank you, Javacat!
There will be pictures, when I figure out where the digital camera is.
maybe they have relations with their cars
The machine of a dream, such a clean machine,
With the pistons a pumpin', and the hubcaps all gleam.
When I'm holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When my hand's on your grease gun,
Oh it's like a disease son,
I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar,
Such a thrill when your radials squeal.
Told my girl I just had to forget her,
Rather buy me a new cartburettor,
So she made tracks sayin' ths is the end now,
Cars don't talk back they're just four wheeled friends now,
When I'm holding your wheel,
All I hear is your gear,
When I'm cruisin' in overdrive,
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive,
I'm in love with my car, gotta feel for my automobile,
I'm in love with my car, string back gloves in my automolove!
You could also read a gay subtext into this song, especially considering it's by Queen.
If NASCAR fic exists it surely involves Racefan Sues peeling skin-tight fire suits off of drivers.
Or Get It On:
WELL YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR YA GOTTA HUBCAP DIAMOND STAR HALO YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR OH YEAH
um, yeah:
When my hand's on your grease gun