This story is unusual and a few days ago I posted a disclaimer and if you didn't read it, or don't remember it, you should read it now, or your head will explode:
I wonder if it would explode or just melt.
THIS IS A SERIOUS, NON-CRACK XENA CROSSOVER STORY. IT CONTAINS EXPLICIT LESBIAN SEX.
Nope, not a problem for me.
If you are following my Brian/Justin story, and you want to skip this, you won't miss anything related to plot although you will miss some B/J sex and cuteness.
Must not miss any sex or cuteness, ever.
Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling you something. – The Princess Bride
I’m smiling because you quoted The Princess Bride…and I know there won’t be an angst overdose, which is good.
Justin’s POV
“You WHAT?” It was Lindsay and Brian in horrified stereo. For the first time I saw them as actual parents.
Yes, that would do it.
“I, umm, told him to ask you if he could have a pony?”
Lindsay bent down and put her head on our kitchen table. Brian got up and went to the refrigerator and got a beer, twisted off the top, and drank half of it before coming back over to the table. He didn’t sit down. That was a bad sign.
“Justin. He’s not even six years old yet. He can’t have a pony.” Lindsay’s voice sounded strained.
“Okay.”
“What?” She lifted up her head and looked at me.
“Okay, don’t get him a pony. I never told him he could have a pony, I’m not his parent, you are. It’s fine.”
Justin may be very mature, but he clearly does not grasp the concept at work here. Tee hee.
“Justin.” Lindsay was using the mommy voice. That was always bad. “Let me explain something to you about five year old boys. They don’t understand hypothetical questions. They don’t engage in idle speculation. If you tell them that maybe they could get a pony, then in their mind they’re getting a pony. You can distract them with video games or trips to the zoo, but that night when you’re tucking them in bed and ask if they had a nice day, they’ll say, ‘Yeah. When does my pony come?’ Are you following what I’m telling you here? Gus thinks he’s getting a pony.”
Lindsay is wise.
“Is there some reason Gus can’t have a pony?” It was Brian, still standing up. Lindsay and I both turned our heads to him at the same moment.
“Oh god.” And she put her head back down on the table.
rambly feedback, part 1
I wonder if it would explode or just melt.
THIS IS A SERIOUS, NON-CRACK XENA CROSSOVER STORY.
IT CONTAINS EXPLICIT LESBIAN SEX.
Nope, not a problem for me.
If you are following my Brian/Justin story, and you want to skip this, you won't miss anything related to plot although you will miss some B/J sex and cuteness.
Must not miss any sex or cuteness, ever.
Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling you something. – The Princess Bride
I’m smiling because you quoted The Princess Bride…and I know there won’t be an angst overdose, which is good.
Justin’s POV
“You WHAT?” It was Lindsay and Brian in horrified stereo. For the first time I saw them as actual parents.
Yes, that would do it.
“I, umm, told him to ask you if he could have a pony?”
Lindsay bent down and put her head on our kitchen table. Brian got up and went to the refrigerator and got a beer, twisted off the top, and drank half of it before coming back over to the table. He didn’t sit down. That was a bad sign.
“Justin. He’s not even six years old yet. He can’t have a pony.” Lindsay’s voice sounded strained.
“Okay.”
“What?” She lifted up her head and looked at me.
“Okay, don’t get him a pony. I never told him he could have a pony, I’m not his parent, you are. It’s fine.”
Justin may be very mature, but he clearly does not grasp the concept at work here. Tee hee.
“Justin.” Lindsay was using the mommy voice. That was always bad. “Let me explain something to you about five year old boys. They don’t understand hypothetical questions. They don’t engage in idle speculation. If you tell them that maybe they could get a pony, then in their mind they’re getting a pony. You can distract them with video games or trips to the zoo, but that night when you’re tucking them in bed and ask if they had a nice day, they’ll say, ‘Yeah. When does my pony come?’ Are you following what I’m telling you here? Gus thinks he’s getting a pony.”
Lindsay is wise.
“Is there some reason Gus can’t have a pony?” It was Brian, still standing up. Lindsay and I both turned our heads to him at the same moment.
“Oh god.” And she put her head back down on the table.
*gigglesnort*