bossymarmalade | you remember the story of oedipus, don't you?

...and I have come down with the cold yet again. wtf?

At any rate, I had a marvelous time seeing

throughadoor this weekend, what with the fun of midnight runs to Seattle, the staggering variety of American junk food, MuchMusic playing constant news about Miss Brit and Mister Cha-sez (you'd think Canadians could pronounce a French name), and best of all, a martini lunch. Being tipsy with people I adore is fun. Plus I may or may not have bought a Milky Way for the sole reason of finding out just how silky they are. (the conclusion? not very.)

Of course, this left little time for the lynncest stories for the sometimes i call my lady 'momma' challenge, but we prevailed. And here's mine:

my own personal creature

I'm pretty certain I stole the bit about Lynn-washing-panties-in-sink from somebody, possibly

imogennegomi, but I can't quite remember. If it was you, let me know and I'll stick that in the credits. *g*

EDIT: ahah, it was

throughadoor hesself I stole the panties from. It makes a beautiful kind of Only Two sense, in a way.

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The cadence, the actions, every word of squirm-inducing dialogue

Thank you SO much for saying that. I don't write Lynn a whole lot (although, I guess, more than I would if I didn't like lynncest so damn much), but her speaking patterns and rhythms are still kind of foreign to me. So I'm glad that she came off as ringing true.

rather than making Lynn just Justin's best friend or lover; your emphasis on the small maternal acts are a triumph

ooooooh, yay! What a very cool thing for you to say. And, y'know -- I've written stories that were pretty much straight momma/babyboy porn, so I was trying to be a little less overt with this and still bring across their inappropriate love. So this sentence is wonderful to hear!

Thank you bushels and pecks for the marvelous, glow-inducing feedback, baby. You're awesome. *mwah*

you remember the story of oedipus, don't you?

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