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.
Well, it's just good to know that when the chips are down and things look grim you'll feed off the girl who loves you to save your own ass!
Xander ,'Chosen'
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.
§ ita § - Jul 28, 2005 7:12:31 am PDT #3498 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
-t - Jul 28, 2005 7:14:56 am PDT #3499 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
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.
Connie Neil - Jul 28, 2005 7:18:13 am PDT #3500 of 10001
brillig
maybe they have relations with their cars
Or the cars are being slashed with the other cars.
Amy - Jul 28, 2005 7:18:47 am PDT #3501 of 10001
Because books.
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.
tommyrot - Jul 28, 2005 7:22:41 am PDT #3502 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
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.
Trudy Booth - Jul 28, 2005 7:24:36 am PDT #3503 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
If NASCAR fic exists it surely involves Racefan Sues peeling skin-tight fire suits off of drivers.
Volans - Jul 28, 2005 7:26:11 am PDT #3504 of 10001
move out and draw fire
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
Polter-Cow - Jul 28, 2005 7:27:17 am PDT #3505 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
You could also read a gay subtext into this song, especially considering it's by Queen.
Oh, I thought you had written that song as a joke. Cause it was far too dirty to be serious.
Beverly - Jul 28, 2005 7:31:01 am PDT #3506 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
askye, altogether too many of my days start out, spiral into, or end up like that. Wishing you simplicity and ease-ma for the rest of today.
Susan, I'm so very sorry to hear the news about your dad. Wishing you and your family courage and strength and peace.
Raquel, now I want to see pictures of Mal and his dragon puppet and the cat in pants. I hope your day gets better.
I had an interesting bout of gastric catastrophe last night, brought on by a combination of factors culminating in tomato-based pasta sauce, not that that's here or there. It reminded me of the moment I realized I was an adult: the first time you're in your own home and you're sick, and not only do you have to take care of you yourself, you have to clean up the mess.
tommyrot - Jul 28, 2005 7:31:20 am PDT #3507 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
WELL YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR YA GOTTA HUBCAP DIAMOND STAR HALO YOU'RE BUILT LIKE A CAR OH YEAH
Yay! I love that song (and I love T-Rex in general).
Oh, I thought you had written that song as a joke.
It'd take me more than a few minutes to write something like that.
Jaguar used that song in a commercial, but I've loved it since I heard it on the first album I ever bought.