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not really just, drive by rec

So THIS FIC is naughty. In the best of ways. Future Klaine, NC-17. Leather pants. Eyeliner. Sex in a bar's bathroom. Do I need to say more?

And remember to leave comments - that's how you make writers want to write you more things! (And for pity's sake DON'T REPLY WITH HOW YOU WANT MORE. That's so freaking irritating. We all want more. It's called your Id. You can't live by your Id or you die of syphilis at 32 in a back alley with your face covered in sores and a false metal nose held onto your face by a rotten leather strap over your dirty, oily hair. Is this what you want for yourself?)

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altyronsmaker
Jan. 16th, 2012 03:39 am (UTC)
Nice historical reference there. hehehe! Also, ew!
sheafrotherdon
Jan. 16th, 2012 03:56 am (UTC)
I don't exactly know how we went from Glee to syphilis in less than 100 words BUT I LIKE IT.
stoney321
Jan. 16th, 2012 02:40 pm (UTC)
AHAHAHAHAHA. It is my superpower. ;D
mikaoru
Jan. 16th, 2012 04:40 am (UTC)
Holy cow, I had this on one of my tabs ready to be read. And now that you've recced it ...

*throws everything away and reads*
war_of_ataraxis
Jan. 17th, 2012 12:23 am (UTC)
Thanks for the rec! Lovely story.
out_there
Jan. 17th, 2012 01:12 am (UTC)
You can't live by your Id or you die of syphilis at 32 in a back alley with your face covered in sores and a false metal nose held onto your face by a rotten leather strap over your dirty, oily hair. Is this what you want for yourself?

HEE!
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Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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