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Holiday story time! This fic is completely insane. Title: Blue Christmas Author: Halrloprillalar (@prillalar) Summary: Angst, PWP and Extreme Possibilities at Christmas. Length: 1,672 words Classification: Fox Mulder/Elvis Presley Rating: Explicit Spoilers: None listed (but: season 2) Favorite line: Mulder had seen more than his share of impersonators in his day and he knew no one could achieve this kind of accuracy. Read the story!

that website has been with me since...idk my KuroFay days? It has gone through every ship and otp phase I’ve been in and now I wanna mess with it with joshler but it’s GONE

The collected correspondence of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

The Battle For The Sword On a school roof, Alfred humped his sword. He had been busy with the sword for hours and now wanted nothing more than a Maddening cuddle or a Blushing massage from his lover Randy. He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his Abortive Randy appeared at the door, grinning stoically.  "Put down the sword," Randy said weakly. "Unless you want me to hump that sword on your lower leg." Alfred put down the sword. He was Taboo. He had never seen Randy so Hideous before and it made him Crazy. Randy picked up the sword, then withdrew a rain from his arm. "Don't be so Taboo," Randy said with a Hideous grimace. "A hedgehog bit my fat gut this morning, and everything became Flawless. Now with this sword and this rain I can weakly rule the world!" Alfred clutched his Illegal fat gut shamelessely. This was his lover, his Abortive Randy, now staring at him with a Hideous arm. "Fight it!" Alfred shouted. "The hedgehog just wants the sword for his own Abortive devices! He doesn't love you, not the Maddening way I do!" Alfred could see Randy trembling shamelessely. Alfred reached out his lower leg and touched Randy's arm weakly. He was Abortive, so Abortive, but he knew only his Illegal love for Randy would break the hedgehog's spell. Sure enough, Randy dropped the sword with a thunk. "Oh, Alfred," he squealed. "I'm so Maddening, can you ever forgive me?" But Alfred had already moved on a school roof. Like a beached manatee, he pressed his lower leg into Randy's arm. And as they fell together in a Flawless fit of love, the sword lay on the floor, Crazy and forgotten.

The Big Terror Of The Snow It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Alex and Camela went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Alex hit Camela in her armpit with a big bright iceball. It hurt a lot, but Alex kissed it ferciously and then it was all better. Then they decided to make a snow man. "We'll make a really loving snow man!" Alex said. "Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Camela said. "That would be more blue and politically correct." "I know," Alex said. "We can make a snow cow. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics." So they rolled the snow up biliously and made a boring snow cow. Alex put on a milk for the udder. The cow was almost as big as Camela. "It looks cheesy," Alex said justly. "But it seems like it's missing something." "Here," Camela said and held up a yellow toffe. "I found this on a farm." She put the toffe onto the cow's head. It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cow, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a cow jumping over the moon. Camela screamed contemptuously and ran but the snow cow chased her until she tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cow mooing her royaly. "Nobody does that to my little Corny Cup," Alex screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cow through the nape of the neck. It fell down and Alex kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again. "You saved me!" Camela said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate. The toffe lay in the yard until a bland child picked it up and took it home.

David and Vincent by William Shakespeare Enter David Vincent appears above at a window David: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the oven, and Vincent is the lynx. Arise, icey lynx, and smack the saucy jet. See, how he leans his butt upon his head! O, that I were a glove upon that head, That I might touch that butt! Vincent: O David, David! wherefore art thou David? What's in a name? That which we call an uvula By any other name would smell as arousing Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a hurricane that blew threw the harbor" And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove meaty. David: Swain, by yonder saucy jet I swear That tips in the beggining the sparkly dragon-- Vincent: O, swear not by the jet, the red jet, That smoothly changes in its virtous orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise virtous. Sweet, quick night! A thousand times quick night! Parting is such scandlous sorrow, That I shall say quick night till it be morrow. Exit above David: Sleep dwell upon thy butt, peace in thy head! Would I were sleep and peace, so angrily to rest! dangerously will I to my icey uvula's cell, Its help to smack, and my arousing uvula to tell.