self-inflicted
I always forget how completely incapable I am of writing anything much stronger than kissing until I try it and end up sullenly pouring red wine down my throat and prodding my keyboard with a maudlin expression in the hope that, I don't know, the porn fairy will appear and take pity on my liver.
Seriously, you guys, my firstborn for the ability to spin straw into porn.
Why do I convince myself that This Time I Will Manage It? Why do I sign up to do collabs with filthy-minded* people? These are the questions I ask myself.
(UM, ILU LIZARD <33 DON'T KILL ME. MUCH.)
*Let's be honest here, my mind is as filthy as that of the next person who has been in fandom for seven years, I am just in possession of far too many mind-to-fingers filters.
Seriously, you guys, my firstborn for the ability to spin straw into porn.
Why do I convince myself that This Time I Will Manage It? Why do I sign up to do collabs with filthy-minded* people? These are the questions I ask myself.
(UM, ILU LIZARD <33 DON'T KILL ME. MUCH.)
*Let's be honest here, my mind is as filthy as that of the next person who has been in fandom for seven years, I am just in possession of far too many mind-to-fingers filters.
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What? It's not like you do it often.
:P
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So while I'm not EXACTLY suggesting you catch the flu in order to lose your writing inhibitions, uh... maybe something less drastic? But only somewhat? >:)?
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YOU CAN DO IIIIT.
(If it helps, I do not think Holmes and Watson will have cybersex in their letters. So I will spare your liver!)
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i am confused and afraid I was able to write sex