that I wanted to slash Charlie and Colby. I mean. Just. and I hadn't seen this and then I had and I thought God loves me! And Audra is WONDERFUL AND THEN.
I can't believe you wrote (most) of the story I wanted to read. I mean, seriously. I *adore* your Colby, and he's perfect, and I'm going to see this in him from now on, and the *longing* and Charlie looked at his *MOUTH* and.
The sudden urge to tell Charlie about a partial football scholarship to a third rate school that was his only option to escape small town suffocation; to tell him about exhaustion and injuries and what it was like to pay for college with your body instead of your mind – the urge blooms and dies.
This is just beauty. So much there, and it makes the character so much *more*.
tand there with Charlie looking at him, like they’re both thinking that Colby shoving Charlie up against a locker or wall or anything at all suddenly seems like a really, really good idea.
I'm begging you. Write me a sequel. omg please. I NEED THIS.
Yes, I'm being an ungrateful, entitled fannish brat. SUE ME. I'll... do something for you. I don't know what, but something.
I can't believe you wrote Charlie/Colby! *beams at you*
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Date: 2005-11-08 06:36 am (UTC)AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
*weeps*
OMG WOMAN.
I *just posted*
that I wanted to slash Charlie and Colby. I mean. Just. and I hadn't seen this and then I had and I thought God loves me! And Audra is WONDERFUL AND THEN.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa.........
I can't believe you wrote (most) of the story I wanted to read. I mean, seriously. I *adore* your Colby, and he's perfect, and I'm going to see this in him from now on, and the *longing* and Charlie looked at his *MOUTH* and.
The sudden urge to tell Charlie about a partial football scholarship to a third rate school that was his only option to escape small town suffocation; to tell him about exhaustion and injuries and what it was like to pay for college with your body instead of your mind – the urge blooms and dies.
This is just beauty. So much there, and it makes the character so much *more*.
tand there with Charlie looking at him, like they’re both thinking that Colby shoving Charlie up against a locker or wall or anything at all suddenly seems like a really, really good idea.
I'm begging you. Write me a sequel. omg please. I NEED THIS.
Yes, I'm being an ungrateful, entitled fannish brat. SUE ME. I'll... do something for you. I don't know what, but something.
I can't believe you wrote Charlie/Colby! *beams at you*
I think I'll go read it again.