My crossover_hp gift has been posted.

alkairis wrote a beautiful, poignant fic, which makes me ridiculously happy, in spite of being full of melancholy and sadness. The plot is very clever indeed, but it is the things unsaid rather than the things said that create an atmosphere which leaves me breathless and full of longing. I feel as though I caught a brief glimpse behind a veil where old childhood dreams are hidden, which I can almost - but not quite - reach. Go, read it: The Land of Voices, HP/Narnia, Luna-centred, PG, gen.

Hot mansex, or why I am rewatching QaF UK these days

About one year ago, I was introduced to Queer as Folk UK. The amazing (and very much not worksafe!) screencaps in this post totally rekindled my love. Or could you resist that tongue? Or that arse? Or that tongue on that arse? Huh?

*goes back to drooling quietly*

PS. His hand is covered in spunk in pic #7.