Awwww! (And wow, how you keep making me say that!)
I swear, I just wanna cuddle Hutch right now. Just hold him and love him until he believes everything will be okay. Except a) I'm not Starsky, so that won't work; and b) he's Hutch, so he will NEVER believe everything's going to be okay! *g*
And wow, the hotness: yum! Damn, but that whole second paragraph was just so hot! Starsky purring and growling and pushing Hutch against the wall...guh!
Again, a few favorite lines (the entire second paragraph notwithstanding):
my mother's need to feed me every two hours Hutch's mom does this, too? I wonder if she knows my grandma...nah, my grandma could never wait two whole hours before trying to feed me again!
He doesn't like soapy scenes. Of course I know he really does - the soapier the better. Aw, Hutch knows what all of us know, too: Starsky's such a liar when it comes to soap.
including two I found stuffed in his desk drawer that he "forgot" to do. And this is what makes you the queen: the perfect bits of...what's the noun form of "mundane"? The bits that are just irrelevant, everyday things, but that bring such realism to the world they inhabit.
Or when he stops me from doing something stupid. Like popping Simonetti, or trying to drive after Margarita Mondays at Huggy's. *snickers*
Or when he rests his hand on my leg right before we have to go do something unpleasant. Aww! *snuffles*
Can somebody really make a career out of bullets and bullshit wrapped around procedure tied up with red tape that allows the guilty to walk and leaves the innocent to pick up the tab? Wow. Really, wow. You just completely captured Hutch's entire way of speaking when he gets all worked up about something. *pictures Hutch in "Lady Blue"* And I'll bet you when he starts off on that rant, Starsky just looks at him sideways and starts singing "My Favorite Things", screwing around putting bullets and bullshit and red tape in the lyrics.
Okay, I'm definitely quoting too much (sorry, I just got back from MediaWest; I'm not totally here), but the last bits I was going to say were: it really is so depressingly, but perfectly, Hutch to see good times as a precursor to bad ones, and...okay, now are you going to tell us about just what it is Starsky does with his tongue? (With or without props; I'm not picky!) *g*
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Date: 2008-05-29 04:18 am (UTC)I swear, I just wanna cuddle Hutch right now. Just hold him and love him until he believes everything will be okay. Except a) I'm not Starsky, so that won't work; and b) he's Hutch, so he will NEVER believe everything's going to be okay! *g*
And wow, the hotness: yum! Damn, but that whole second paragraph was just so hot! Starsky purring and growling and pushing Hutch against the wall...guh!
Again, a few favorite lines (the entire second paragraph notwithstanding):
my mother's need to feed me every two hours
Hutch's mom does this, too? I wonder if she knows my grandma...nah, my grandma could never wait two whole hours before trying to feed me again!
He doesn't like soapy scenes. Of course I know he really does - the soapier the better.
Aw, Hutch knows what all of us know, too: Starsky's such a liar when it comes to soap.
including two I found stuffed in his desk drawer that he "forgot" to do.
And this is what makes you the queen: the perfect bits of...what's the noun form of "mundane"? The bits that are just irrelevant, everyday things, but that bring such realism to the world they inhabit.
Or when he stops me from doing something stupid. Like popping Simonetti, or trying to drive after Margarita Mondays at Huggy's.
*snickers*
Or when he rests his hand on my leg right before we have to go do something unpleasant.
Aww! *snuffles*
Can somebody really make a career out of bullets and bullshit wrapped around procedure tied up with red tape that allows the guilty to walk and leaves the innocent to pick up the tab?
Wow. Really, wow. You just completely captured Hutch's entire way of speaking when he gets all worked up about something. *pictures Hutch in "Lady Blue"* And I'll bet you when he starts off on that rant, Starsky just looks at him sideways and starts singing "My Favorite Things", screwing around putting bullets and bullshit and red tape in the lyrics.
Okay, I'm definitely quoting too much (sorry, I just got back from MediaWest; I'm not totally here), but the last bits I was going to say were: it really is so depressingly, but perfectly, Hutch to see good times as a precursor to bad ones, and...okay, now are you going to tell us about just what it is Starsky does with his tongue? (With or without props; I'm not picky!) *g*