GOOD EVENING, SEATTLE! ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?
Good! Because Katie is HERE!-fangirl screams-
Yes. Because I'm incredibly hot.
All seriousness aside, I come bearing an UPDATE.
Oh my God! No way!
YES WAY.
This deserves more screaming, yes?
-fangirl screams-
Good little minions. (:
This update was brought to you by HEATHER.
Who is also incredibly hot and deserves screaming.
-fangirl screams-
OKAY, THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH OF THAT.
FOR ALL YOU CAP ERASERS OUT THERE THAT ARE WEARING BERMUDA SHORTS, THIS ONE'S FOR YOU AND YOUR GRANDMAS.
WARNING, PEOPLES: This one is SERIOUS CRACK. Like, you can't even get this stuff in Columbia. And it's set all futuristic-like. (:
CONTEXT IS YOUR FRIEND, KIDDIES.
For all the cool cats out there that think Will and Jack would have gorgeous kids if it was genetically possible, you get A PIRATE SWORD.
Courtesy of Will. Because he loves you. AND YOUR REVIEWS. -hint.-
KEEP ROCKIN' THE BOAT, BISHES.
The book of Jack/Will CRACK fics:
Games- Brought to you by HEATHER
"You heard correctly, mate, twist it."
Jack and Will were so close they were pressed up against each other, beads of sweat dripping down the sides of their faces. They'd been going at it intensely for what seemed like ages.
"Don't need to ask twice," Will said with a smirk, taking a sweaty hand and filling out the command. Jack made a soft noise of discomfort.
"Pull it."
"Pull it?" Jack repeated in confusion. "Pull what?"
"Right there, it's obvious."
"You mean this?" And Jack followed through with the action. Will moaned.
"Dammit, Jack, that's the fifth time!" Will cried out in frustration, backing away.
"I'm sorry, mate, I just can't figure these damned electronic games out." He turned the device over in his hand, Will fanning himself. "It doesn't help that it's flaming hot out, either, savvy?"
"Until you learn that the blue, spoon-shaped thing is 'pull it'," Will started, sighing, "You're going to have to play Bop-It with Elizabeth." And with that, he walked away.
Jack called after him, whining. "Whaaat? But she cheeeats!"
A/N: Review or Will will sick the Jack/Will babies on you.