Behold. the slashiest six minutes ever recorded for National Public Radio. I have edited nothing save to just cut it down from the original.
Han and Luke, stranded in a tent on Hoth, trying to keep warm. The fic has written itself.
Bonus points: lots of panting, hurt/comfort, threats to gag someone. And groaning.
“I’ll figure something out, Luke.” “I bet you will.”
ARE YOU KIDDING ME.It’s not even just the dialogue! It’s the WAY he says “I bet you will,” it’s like, no way that doesn’t get followed up with some serious making out. I damn near fell out of my chair.
Pre-T, I could mimic my cats’ meows perfectly.
Post-T, my voice dropped approximately a fuck-ton (metric) and I can no longer do that. Lil’y has responded by making her own meows as gravely as possible, so I can meow at her again.
So if there are any other guys or non-binaries out there who are worried that their pets won’t recognize them after they start hormone-therapy or something similar, don’t worry. Your pets will love you. They already know who you are.
I am dead of the cute
IM DEAD THIS IS SO CUTE
T_T
