Happy Anniversary, Deena! I hope you have a wonderful time.

I just spent three minutes trying to figure out if I'd taken my cold pill or not. Who, me, sick?

(I hadn't. It was hiding under my bowl of chicken noodle soup.)

Looks like he's lived hard but still knows how to relax. Drinks whiskey.

Exactly! I don't know how it happened, but my ideal type is, like, a logger or something. And if he wears a tux, he has to know how to fistfight in it, like Bond (as portrayed by Daniel Craig, my OTBond now).

It was like Wesley -- I loved the way his character developed on Angel, but it wasn't until he went dark and came out with a gun in each hand that something inside me sat up and purred.

Which seems remarkably ... sexist or something.

BWAH! I want this essay.

After I write entirely self-indulgent Dean/Ellen effed up PWP of pain, 'k?

It's all part of the Dean-as-Demeter thing in my head.

Lillian's in love with the word And at the moment. She'll load her arms up with toys and wander off muttering "Bear and Duck and Fish!"

Dean-as-Demeter

tilts head

Ooooh, spicy. Did I tell you I re-read the Aeneid while I was in Joshua Tree, and Papa Winchester is now my One True Aeneas?

I don't know how it happened, but my ideal type is, like, a logger or something. And if he wears a tux, he has to know how to fistfight in it, like Bond (as portrayed by Daniel Craig, my OTBond now).

Yes. (And I know exactly how I got that particular kink.)

Which seems remarkably ... sexist or something.

How do you think?

Deena, yes, save your money -- don't blow it on a co-pay for the toes, unless it looks like something else is going on with them.

all they'll do is tape them together, why go through the long wait in the emergency room and the co pay?

Happy Anniversary, Deena. I hope you have a BOINGful evening. (take that how you will).

After I write entirely self-indulgent Dean/Ellen effed up PWP of pain, 'k?

Oh, man. You already broke me.

(considers proposing changing the thread title to "Winchesters' Bitches")

(not really)

(but kinda)

It's a good anniversary, our 7th. We feel very comfortable and safe and happy with one another. Settled in a good way.

This is absolutely lovely to read.

Which seems remarkably ... sexist or something.

How do you think?

I wouldn't want a man to want *me* just because I looked like I had childbearing hips and could wield a mean whisk, you know? So getting turned on because a man can fight, or looks like a Big! Brawny! Man!, seems a little ... reptile-brained to me.

Edited to add: But I know these things aren't always rational. And it's totally my thing -- not saying anyone else is reptile-brained. It's like I want to want a skinny, brainy librarian, but I wouldn't unless he pulled a Ripper like Giles.

Ooooh, spicy. Did I tell you I re-read the Aeneid while I was in Joshua Tree, and Papa Winchester is now my One True Aeneas?

Oh, man. Everyone on this board is so much smarter than me.

After I write entirely self-indulgent Dean/Ellen effed up PWP of pain, 'k?

I will definitely want to read that.

I wouldn't want a man to want *me* just because I looked like I had childbearing hips and could wield a mean whisk, you know? So getting turned on because a man can fight, or looks like a Big! Brawny! Man!, seems a little ... reptile-brained to me.

I can see what you mean, but (and this may be pure self-justification) I've always thought that having a Type is always a little reptile-brained. I also think humans are hardwired to respond a certain way to a certain appearance (which appearance provokes which reaction varies, of course). It's not like you're clubbing them over the head and dragging them back to your cave - you just have a very deep appreciation of a certain Type.

Basically, Attraction is reptile-brained. It's how you act upon it that is important, I think.

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