I'm so sorry

juls: *reading fanfic* Sometimes metaphors are just painful.
niq: nay, tortured?
juls: "Steve's dick is like a brand against his hip, desire a burning coal in his belly."

I don't remember how large swathes of this conversation even WENT, we were laughing so hard. But I do know I noted that the first half could have been okay except for the second half, that was just too much fire, and if dicks were on fire I didn't want them anywhere near me. niq went to the smell of burning flesh place and I replied that bbq was not sexy and she asked, "What about bbq sauce?" which. Look you have to know us, okay. Oh my god. What was that *even.*

Anyway, that is a sexual experience I want no part of, and I am trying to figure out if I can ignore that sentence and read the rest of the fic or if I just need to stop now and cut my losses.

ETA: This, I think this is the relevant link. Either that explains everything or nothing about us, I can't even tell.

WHOOOHOOOOO

I have written 469 words of my c_i sesa. Including the part that cracks niqaeli up.