quirks4me

“What the fuck is this?
“Veggie Tales-Bible stories told by vegetables.”

“Because clearly the stories make more sense when told by produce.”

"It's supposed to be fun; it's keeping Gus interested. And he's learning different types of vegetables."

Brian looks over at the screen.

“Is that a cucumber?”

Justin looks, and then glares at Brian.

“Don't. Say. Anything.”

Brian gives him his patented smirk.

“What? I was just gonna ask if you wanted your salad tossed?”

“Only you could make this dirty. “

“What? The produce doesn't give sex tips? ‘Hey kids, use protection so you don't make baby salads!’”

I was just looking at an icon by qafmaniac showing the loved ice cream kisses, and I realized I had two different sets: one from the original in 112, and the second from 301 when Justin has the flashbacks. Then it got me thinking of how it was interesting that we kinda got inside Justin’s head in that moment.

I just was musing over all this afternoon and thought maybe I’d post my thoughts, and would like to hear yours.

I posted this in QaF Drabble, so no need to comment again, but if you want, feel free! Haha It's more just so I can have my er, um "pieces of literature" as outlander so wonderfully put hers,  all on my journal. (Yay for firguing out how to do IJ users names!)

Title: Ode to Bad!Fic or Ethan LOVES Badfic, Mpreg, and anything else a normal human being detests
Author: Quirks4me

Warnings/Author's Notes: So I was "inspired" by all bad!fic drabbles. So be warned! Bad!fic seems to be contagious. I'm not sure this is strictly bad!fic--like it's written normally, it's just Ethan's perspective is that of a Bad!fic writer. In a comment I left for DLS, I referenced him, since bad!fic seems to bring out the Ethan in me. Somehow I imagined him as writing bad!fic and this came about. Oh and there is no such musician named "Menissi" not that I know of anyway. I decided it was better to make-up someone than to blaspheme a great musician.
And the condom goes to: Brian (although he'd probably wish he didn't upon reading this)

I bask in his azure pools, hovering above me.

“Are we gonna fuck?”

“Perhaps we could reflect on how our relationship is like Menissi’s fourth variation in G.”

“It’s not. Reflection over, now roll over.”

“But baby, this is so much more. We are artists coming together, our souls joining! Together, we are more than one!”

“Well we’d have to be, mathematically, more than one-there’s two of us. Anyway, there won’t be any cumming, if you keep talking.”

I roll over, and let his large member enter my rosebud, hearing heavenly music- this music is his voice.

Who knew that writing WeirdEthan!fic would make me so happy? If only I'd known that was the cure for my mood and my writer's block, I would have, um, cut off my hands?