Riona (
rionaleonhart) wrote2010-06-07 09:24 am
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Chris Is Going To Give Birth To A Kitten, Apparently.
Had a picnic in Regent's Park yesterday with
anewcitylife (Charlie),
causethesounds (Chris),
apiphile (Del),
foxinmyhands,
ruthi,
ukcalico,
ihavecake and
strangefrontier! It was delightful and also highly inappropriate.
Out-of-Context Theatre:
(Chris is biting Del's fist.)
Charlie: Don't taunt her, Chris! You're fifteen!
Del: It's all right. One day I'll punch her in the vag; it'll be amazing.
(Yes, all right, that had a bit of context. 'Out-of-Context Theatre' isn't actually terribly strict about the anecdotes it allows in.)
Charlie: I want fic in which David Mitchell has to logically work out that he should get naked right the fuck now.
Riona: Was I looking the other way when sticking candles up bums became something everyone did?
Charlie: David Mitchell would make quite a good owl. ...I've drunk too much today.
(Chris and Charlie are lying adorably on each other; Riona is writing this fact down.)
Chris: You fucking voyeur, Riona. But, to be fair, I am flirting a lot.
Riona: That's no justification! You can't say 'oh, yes, I was watching, but to be fair to me you were having sex'.
(Seriously, Chris and Charlie were far too cute. We all ended up 'shipping them. Later, I was somehow absorbed into the cuddlepile and felt like the new character who turns up in the third series and is resented by the fandom for interfering with the OTP. If you ever actually got together, guys, I promise I wouldn't stand in your way! I would sit comfortably out of the way. In the corner. With my notebook.)
Del: I once had a sex dream about Hugh Laurie. And then my boyfriend tried to get into bed when I was half-asleep, and I kicked him out, and my rationale was 'you're not Hugh Laurie'.
(Chris is scratching Charlie's back.)
Charlie: Are you trying to undo my bra?
Chris: Not yet.
Charlie: Del for Prime Minister! She's less creepy than David Cameron!
Del: ...thanks.
We have decided that my autobiography is going to be titled On the Edge of the Gangbang, Looking Awkward. It will be a million-seller.
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Out-of-Context Theatre:
(Chris is biting Del's fist.)
Charlie: Don't taunt her, Chris! You're fifteen!
Del: It's all right. One day I'll punch her in the vag; it'll be amazing.
(Yes, all right, that had a bit of context. 'Out-of-Context Theatre' isn't actually terribly strict about the anecdotes it allows in.)
Charlie: I want fic in which David Mitchell has to logically work out that he should get naked right the fuck now.
Riona: Was I looking the other way when sticking candles up bums became something everyone did?
Charlie: David Mitchell would make quite a good owl. ...I've drunk too much today.
(Chris and Charlie are lying adorably on each other; Riona is writing this fact down.)
Chris: You fucking voyeur, Riona. But, to be fair, I am flirting a lot.
Riona: That's no justification! You can't say 'oh, yes, I was watching, but to be fair to me you were having sex'.
(Seriously, Chris and Charlie were far too cute. We all ended up 'shipping them. Later, I was somehow absorbed into the cuddlepile and felt like the new character who turns up in the third series and is resented by the fandom for interfering with the OTP. If you ever actually got together, guys, I promise I wouldn't stand in your way! I would sit comfortably out of the way. In the corner. With my notebook.)
Del: I once had a sex dream about Hugh Laurie. And then my boyfriend tried to get into bed when I was half-asleep, and I kicked him out, and my rationale was 'you're not Hugh Laurie'.
(Chris is scratching Charlie's back.)
Charlie: Are you trying to undo my bra?
Chris: Not yet.
Charlie: Del for Prime Minister! She's less creepy than David Cameron!
Del: ...thanks.
We have decided that my autobiography is going to be titled On the Edge of the Gangbang, Looking Awkward. It will be a million-seller.