Moved to LJ. Nothing to see here.
'Underneath'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Bella's womb, crafted from felt and complete with mutant fetus.
speechless
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Why would...how...what...it's like something from Eraserhead.
It's an homage dontcha know?
is baffled
I mean, if it makes her happy, then good for her - it's a harmless enough task, and in general I'm "Yay, fannish acts of craftiness!' about things. (Like cakes in the shape of the Enterprise, or plush Adipose Babies, or cunning hats like Jayne's.)
But...this?
So. Much. Ick.
I keep debating on sending that link to a friend . She is a Twilight fan, but she is not a crazy person. Or a crazy fan. But it strike me as so funny an d so horrible at the same time ...
But...this?
So. Much. Ick.
I think this encapsulates the Twihards. The really driven ones seem to have no limits or lines they won't cross. I keep recalling the story of the middle-aged women who travled to Forks and when they spotted some cheerleaders, offered to buy their uniforms.
That's just all kinds of creepy.
I'm researching student loans. I'm so confused. I think I need to go talk to the financial office people at my university.
The guy's name is Chris Dane Owens
thank you!
Spent the afternoon at the 6th floor museum. I don't think Oswald was acting alone. I don't think he was a patsy. And it's kinda creepy that they have two x on the road where the hits happened. All in all, a good museum. Emotional. Educational. And now, my legs are very tired.
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...I don't feel good about dissing other people's crazy fannishness, because, hey, I write the big gay internet porn about fictional characters. So - y'know, furries, for example, may not be my beautiful cake, but I don't want to rain on their parade, or try to pretend to moral highground I just don't have.
And fannish stalking of actors/writers/directors - well, again, provided one keeps the interaction polite and respects their personal space, then the wish to be all 'Hey! Your work moved me! I think you're awesome!' is perfectly okay, and it's something they've pretty much signed up for.
Grown women trying to buy the clothes off the backs of random teenagers to fuel their fannishness?
Not.
Cool.
I mean, I get it, God help me - I do get it. And if it were other teenagers doing it, it maybe wouldn't be so squicksome. Or if it were the grown women approaching the company that makes the cheerleading outfits, and buying them, then okay. Fine. Knock yourselves out, ladies.
Do not go around implicating unsuspecting teenagers in your personal kinks. This is not cool.