here, clip-clop!

[bossymarmalade]

I thought I was pretty relaxed and non-insane about the whole Lynncest thing, but then I read horse!Justin crying for his momma and actually went, "awwwwww!"

Send help.

ETA: ohgod! They're having timbertrick horse-sex and horse!JC is getting off on it! This is the most fabulous story EVER!!

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[apetslife.livejournal.com]

*grin* But I don't think...I never...god, they're having GAY HORSE SEX! I am so scarred right now. I actually posted when the story first came out, demanding to know why I hadn't been spammed with emails about this story. I mean. Gay trail horses. Having sex. In between Justin bawling for his momma.

Which is actually possible, we had a gay horse at my old stable who went around harrassing all the other geldings. But still.

HEE. HorseSync!

[bossymarmalade.livejournal.com]

Gay horse sex is so marvelous. I never EVER thought I'd read a story about it. aaaahahahaha!! I love it so much.

And incidentally, I was rereading harem!sync yesterday because I made sure to save the post where you linked to it, and damn, that's one addictive, fun story. I'm starting to think I'm not above bringing it up regularly and harassing you about it, because -- is Nick the heir to the throne? Will Justin adapt to being in the gang? Are he and Joey gonna sleep together? Will Red's hair go back to being red? Will Chris ever learn to make something other than beaker stew? I have no pressing questions about AJ, but I love reading him, nontheless. That story is so, so GOOD, honey.

[apetslife.livejournal.com]

There's nothing better than that story. Seriously. I was laughing my ass off the whole time, and let me tell you, it was much needed.

As for the haremboys...dude, I am totally writing more on it, just as soon as I get a teensy bit of a life back! *g* I am so glad you like it, 'cause I was a little worried about posting it...it's an unedited NaNoWriMo thing, after all, and it's a bit rambly. I can tell you one thing, though. Chris's culinary skills are on a par with my own, which means that nope, he'll never learn to cook anything but beaker. *G*

Thank you. *HUGS*