Arsen and I, on capslock
Bee: I need something more capslock than capslock to convey how much sense that does not make
Arsen: Capslocks with explosions.
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Linn and I, on wanking
Bee: but masturbation's not the same as sex
Bee: similar, but not the same
Linn: Hey, it's totally sex. Just with me, myself and I
Bee: sexual. I say it's not sex.
Bee: if it was with a clone of yourself, then it's sex
Linn and I, on salmich
Linn: ...my computer recognizes the word salmich
Bee: I am gonna assume that horrendous term means "salmon sandwich" which sounds gross
Linn: *laughs* No. It's a sort of snake
Bee: I don't believe you
Bee: Unless it's a snake that lives off salmon sandwiches
Linn: I invented it. When I was 14
Linn: So, you know
Linn: Plus points for creativity, but minus several billion for style
Linn and I, on seasons
Bee: Bonfire night. So. Orgy?
Linn: ...Orgy? What kind of bonfires do you go to?
Bee: I don't! Not since summercamp and that was pretty heavy on the Jesus. But Arthurian legend and the Druids taught me bonfire is code for orgy
Linn: There were my parents and underage children there. So very much not
Bee: That never stopped the Druids
Linn: True. This is not that kind of bonfire though. Supposedly we made spring happen, but then heaven puked snow on us
Bee: I think nature rejected your spring
Linn: I think it did. It was a lovely bonfire, though
Linn and I, on dreams
Linn: You get a little obsessed at times, did you know?
Bee: I did, in fact. It's one of my endearing charms.
Linn: Yeah. You go on believing that.
Bee: Please. You love it.
Linn: In your dreams
Bee: You wish you were in my dreams.
Linn: I am constantly in your dreams
Bee: They call those nightmares
Linn: They call those the best dreams of your life, darling. Don't get the two confused again. Nightmares are something BAD
Bee: I meant night terrors
Linn: Night terrors are what you get when I'm not in your dreams
Linn: All forlorn in your sleep, wondering where I am
Linn: I'm your knight in shining armor, babe
Bee: No, you're a vicious harpie in most of my dreams. Which I suppose is an improvement from my waking hours interacting with you.
Linn: It's sweet how you're trying to deny it, but we both know the truth
Bee: Well I suppose there are times when you're a selkie. But always with the fangs.
Linn: Of course, I do so like fangs.
Bee: The better to bite me with, your dear?
Linn: Mmm, something like that
it’s only poetic if poetic’s a euphemism for trying too hard– Bee
Linn and I, on footballers
Bee: Footballers? Really, Linn?
Bee: They have nasty feet
Linn: But they have pretty fantastic bodies.
Linn: Is my point
Bee: Feet are part of the body in America
Linn and I, on food
Linn: *snort* Have I told you the story about the Swedish cook who went to Scotland and made seamen soup for the whole family she lived with?
Linn: Totally true, too
Bee: *snort* no
Bee: do tell!
Linn: Well, she -- her name is Tina -- she went to Scotland to do some cooking show or whatever to be broadcast on Swedish television and she was doing what in Sweden is called "sjömanssoppa", literally sailor/seamen soup. And she couldn't for the life of her remember what it was called in English, so she was all perky and like, "oh, we're having seamen soup!" and the family kept their faces admirably straight.
Linn: She didn't even realize until later, and she was like, "I wonder what that family thought."
Linn: Because on top of it all, that soup? Is thick, creamy and white.
Bee: Is it delicious?
Linn: I don't know. I've never tasted it.
Bee: Is it so amazing you just want to swallow more?
Linn: But the way Tina cooks it? I BET it is
Linn and I, on Adam Lambert
Bee: You're hilarious
Bee: especially when you fangirl
Linn: My face is like :-D:-D:-D:-D:-D:-D rn
Bee: creepy sex pervert grin?
Linn: Weeeell. More gleeful in the unholiest of senses than sex pervert, but yes.
Bee: I'm just saying it looks like one, not that the grin is because you're being a sex pervert
Linn: Yeah, okay
Bee: although you could be, who'm I to say?
Linn: An asexual sex pervert? That's a new one
Bee: If anyone could manage, it'd be you, dear
Linn: I'm so gleeful right now!
Linn: I want to roll around in him for always!
Bee: I am picturing you covered in mud and blood, rolling on the ground
Linn: You bet. I would eat him up, I don't care how tall he is
Bee: what does height have to do with it?
Linn: He might be able to hold me off, just because of how long his arms are
Bee: You'd have to snark your way within reach
Linn: I could. He would be CHARMED and then BAM! Dinner
Linn and I, on charity
Bee: I am not cheap when I don't donate. I'm a world-hater who thinks they probably deserve destruction
Linn: You're a worldclass BITCH. I'm almost impressed
Linn and I, on boob sweat
Bee: I love linen pants, but I have none. And honestly, inside the building at work's not crazy-hot. It's mostly the walk home that has me sweating my balls off. And my tits - I swear, every day my tits sweat half their weight out.
Bee: No, really. I am not sure if padded bras are making my tits sweat more, or just soaking up the sweat that was already coming
Linn: Probably the latter
Bee: You secretly wish you were my bra.
Linn: ...not really
Linn: Boob sweat isn't all that appetizing
Bee: You wanna touch my sweaty boobs
Linn and I, on porn
Linn: Why are het writers always such schmoopy/badficcy morons?
Linn: Seriously. Who do I have to suck off to find me some good het?
Bee: A dude. I bet a dude could write good het
Bee: Girls write delusional shit enacting their own virgin fantasies
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Iron Man gets all the chicks. Not fair.– Stray
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