playing each other like musical instruments for an hour or so
This beggars description, but not amusing imagery in my head. I am thinking woodwind, yes? I mean, you know, I suppose it could be percussion, but on average I would rather have someone random blowing in one ear while stopping up my nostrils than have someone treat my belly as tympani.
And I'd hate to be played like a guitar or a banjo--strumming would tickle and picking would pinch.
Blessed Mother. There is Eddie Izzard fanfic. Really, reeeeeeally bad fanfic.
If anyone wants me, I will be in the bathroom putting my eyes out.
Darn it, he's cute enough that at least one decent writer should become enamored of him. Me, I think he looks better out of the makeup.
I have to do a brain reset when I see him in men's clothing. And Shadow of the Vampire proved that he was born to wield a cigarette holder.
Yes, I am sadly lacking in the "men in eyeliner are hot" gene.
I'm going to have to rent "Shadow of the Vampire" aren't I.
I am sadly lacking in the "men in eyeliner are hot" gene.
And you a Billy Idol fan. For shame!
ita, I'm not looking at his eyes ...
You're wasting him! Give him back!
Oh, don't you dare, ita. I'll fight you on this one, you and your killer pinkie and all. His voice, his low, rumbly, velvety voice . . .