1. Ray was giving up being queer for Lent; it was June.
YAY! The First Six Times!
Best. Line. Ever.
2. So now Ray's trying to get creative, too, and he's got a mental list of stuff he might one day have the guts to ask Fraser to do.
Wash my hair for me.
Kiss me till I come.
Put your hands over my eyes, all dark and warm until I can stop thinking and sleep.
Sing me a song. Something long and sad.
Love me forever.
Crap, crap...it's Resonant, yes? I don't remember the title. But I think it's Res. Yes?
3. "Hey, he's a dish, I know, eyes up front."
Academic Punk! Genius!Ray! :D
4. So we read the wills, and there's the next surprise. They'd left everything to each other.
I hate you. That's "Executor".
5. "Well, I've seen…various health-oriented filmstrips, which were designed to impart knowledge of procreation, human sexuality, and the associated risks thereof—"
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "How Ray Got His Groove Back". My favorite part - one I can remember, at any rate, I fucking LOVE that fic - is "Uh-oh". Because...aksdkljasdklajsdklajsdljasdkjasdlajsda!!
6. Ray slammed down the phone. That was not even close to buddies. Turnbull’s a last-resort weapon, not to be deployed except under extreme duress--the kind of thing Ray'd have thought Fraser would only use against an arch-enemy. Or, you know, Frannie.
"Ray Is Not Graphing His Relationship With Fraser..." :D :D :D
7. Stetsons and Henleys and caribou tales...
...potions concocted from blubber of whales! :D :D :D
8. “Yeah, I was just trying—you know, experimenting. You heard that phrase, fuck a duck?..."
alskd;askdakd
Yeah. "Awfully Fond of You." Oh, Ray.
9. "... He said--he didn't know why you didn't leave, he said he told you to leave--he would have made you leave if it would have saved you, he--"
*whimpers* I...I don't know. I...am sad that I don't know. Help?
LOVE!
YAY! The First Six Times!
Best. Line. Ever.
2. So now Ray's trying to get creative, too, and he's got a mental list of stuff he might one day have the guts to ask Fraser to do.
Wash my hair for me.
Kiss me till I come.
Put your hands over my eyes, all dark and warm until I can stop thinking and sleep.
Sing me a song. Something long and sad.
Love me forever.
Crap, crap...it's Resonant, yes? I don't remember the title. But I think it's Res. Yes?
3. "Hey, he's a dish, I know, eyes up front."
Academic Punk! Genius!Ray! :D
4. So we read the wills, and there's the next surprise. They'd left everything to each other.
I hate you. That's "Executor".
5. "Well, I've seen…various health-oriented filmstrips, which were designed to impart knowledge of procreation, human sexuality, and the associated risks thereof—"
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "How Ray Got His Groove Back". My favorite part - one I can remember, at any rate, I fucking LOVE that fic - is "Uh-oh". Because...aksdkljasdklajsdklajsdljasdkjasdlajsda!!
6. Ray slammed down the phone. That was not even close to buddies. Turnbull’s a last-resort weapon, not to be deployed except under extreme duress--the kind of thing Ray'd have thought Fraser would only use against an arch-enemy. Or, you know, Frannie.
"Ray Is Not Graphing His Relationship With Fraser..." :D :D :D
7. Stetsons and Henleys and caribou tales...
...potions concocted from blubber of whales! :D :D :D
8. “Yeah, I was just trying—you know, experimenting. You heard that phrase, fuck a duck?..."
alskd;askdakd
Yeah. "Awfully Fond of You." Oh, Ray.
9. "... He said--he didn't know why you didn't leave, he said he told you to leave--he would have made you leave if it would have saved you, he--"
*whimpers* I...I don't know. I...am sad that I don't know. Help?