Oh god, help me. *headdesk*
I am having the most disgusting and persistent craving for mpreg. SHUT UP. I just ... gah, I want Clark knocked up by Lex, tubby and puking up breakfast and horny with a cracked out alien baby in his ginormous belly. I want Rodney waddling down the halls of Atlantis bitching about his back and making John rub his swollen ankles and CRYING with SNOT AND EVERYTHING because he's all hormonal and John is emotionally retarded. I want Harry up the duff with Draco's spawn and HIDING HIS SHAME and PINING FOR THE FATHER OF HIS CHILD. I want Dean obliviously carrying Sammy's love child, baffled as to why he keeps bursting into tears and having even crazier cravings than normal and GETTING FAT for no apparent reason. If I thought such a thing existed, at this very minute I'd be all over E rubbing Vince's baby belly with cocoa butter and bringing him alcaseltzer and fawning all over him more than normal and wishing the baby was his and not some random slut, only to find out that yes, IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE ENOUGH IT MAKES A BABY.
*cries*
I can't help it. I don't normally want these things, but today, *POOF* I do. LIKE BURNING. If I had shame, it would be flaring like crazy right now.
*reads Ripley again*
ETA: I could not help myself. In my defense, someone had to write it!
*cries*
I can't help it. I don't normally want these things, but today, *POOF* I do. LIKE BURNING. If I had shame, it would be flaring like crazy right now.
*reads Ripley again*
ETA: I could not help myself. In my defense, someone had to write it!