I'd like to open the floor

[seriousfic]

So I hit 200 friends a while ago, but there's this weird LJ thing where I have myself friended so it's more like 199, and I dislike the metaphysical implications of defriending myself. Plus, who knows, some of you might be Russians who only appreciate me on a Germany-David-Hasselhoff kinda level… not that there's anything wrong with that, the guy was Knight Rider. And there are probably a few of you who only friended me because I wrote Ten/Dalek hatesex and you live in hope of seeing a sequel, only for your hopes to be cruelly dashed every time another fic header shows up with that Mord'Sith trollop instead of Dalek Caan.

Anyway, now I'm at some ridiculous number like 205 and that is not bad for someone who writes pervy fics about Agiel-fucking rather than Snape slash (Snash). I'd like to do something to commemorate the occasion like offer you all a request ficlet, but… there are fucking two hundred of you!

Instead, I offer to help me make my manuscript more lesbigay. I know, I know, I thought it was as gay as it could get too, considering at one point a character wears a tanktop, cargo pants, and calf boots, but then Rizzoli & Isles had that line about being cute… for a guy and, well, there's no way I'm letting Angie Harmon out-gay me. She's a Republican!

Here's the set-up. K. and L. are best friends (well, K. is a best friend, L. is K.'s only friend). They're roommates, they're co-workers, they fight the forces of chaos together. K. is a badass honor-bound warrior who wears the hell out of those cargo pants. L. is… more like Kristin Chenoweth if she took up crime-fighting and nymphomania (crime-fighting nymphomaniac Cheno is the new ninja pirate robot zombie). She tries to help out, although her value of helping out is writing messages like "you are lovely" on the bathroom mirror so they'll show up when K. takes a shower. It's all very Xena/Gabby, Wendy/Lacey, Azula/Ty Lee.

Naturally, K.'s ice queenness gets put in the microwave, but instead of following for the slacker charms of Matthew McConaughey, she comes to appreciate the support and friendship of her admittedly doofy gal pal. But that doesn't exactly get the folks at AfterEllen screaming for Rhona Mitra to play K. in a big gay movie event, let alone anyone writing a porny crossover about Lisbeth Salander. So I ask you, dear reader: how, HOW, can these crazy kids get more gay? Poster of Scully on the wall? Tandem motorcycle riding on the weekends? Knowing who Lisbeth Salander is?

ETA: Okay, how many of you checked the tags for a Doctor Who fic about Dalek anger-sex? I was just making a point!

Comments

[potatoko.livejournal.com]

They could care for a plant/animal/local hobo together? L could make K a packed lunch, because K sounds too intense to cook for herself. (Bonus points if it's in a Xena or Wonderwoman lunchbox. They could argue over domestic chores, but in a way that just lets you know how comfortable they are arguing about stuff. K could come home one day to find that one of L's many lovers has been forced to wear her cargo pants. . .

Man, this writing stuff is hard. :(

[rann.livejournal.com]

K starts talking about getting a haircut. L offers to cut it for her. K reluctantly agrees, mostly to make L happy. L makes a mistake, necessitating cutting it short into a total butch-cut. K sort of numbly convinces L she likes it, then looks in the mirror and finds that oh wow, it's totally her.

Also, cowboy hats.

[lurkete.livejournal.com]

OMG! you are teh funny.

So :) After much protest L. gets K. into seeing Legend of the Seeker and K becomes a closeted yet avid-fan - much to L's amusement
i.e. K secretly writing fan-fiction, bids on stupid paraphernalia on E-bay (maybe she buys one of Kahlan's daggers and gets supper attached to it), has strong opinion's on other people's fics which she voices to L's exasperated ears, etc.

As a birthday present L takes K to go see 'Camp Wanatachi' because she knows that K has a crush on Bridget Regan.