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I AM PARCA'S CHOSEN:
My name is Denise Sevier-Fries (nee Buchy). Parca is the Roman Goddess of Childbirth and Destiny and after you get to know me, you will see why I believe she has, without doubt, made me her Poster Child. Come here for some serious issues, but mainly just some cheeky fun; satire with the odd parody tossed in, and a generous helping of hyperbole, with a dollop of facetiousness.

I am Canadian so expect a bit of politeness too. Sorry.

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Showing posts with label gifs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gifs. Show all posts

Sunday, April 17, 2016

S̶E̶S̶A̶M̶E̶ OUTLANDER STREET S2 Ep2: A G-RATED VERSION...sorta.


Here is a g-rated version of Outlander (S2 E2) for those who cannot handle the adult version. Not judging...
just trying to help.
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Let’s just get right to the Nipple Dress and get it out of the way.  This is how it would look on Outlander Street, with the proper birds:

(*and while we are there, how about that BJR shot in 
Season 1?sorry, couldn't resist *snicker*)

The opening scene to Se E2 should be replaced with cartoons…(*note to self: NEVER google 'cartoon sex gifs' again. Ever.)
            

...and then this...

 

Master Raymond is memorable and unique!
                            



The Brothel Scene would be tricky, but doable:        

                          


Oh...and this might have been going on in Murtagh's room 
(again, not judging, just putting it out there...)

The Red Dress!
 
  
And King Pooie...I mean Louie and his constipation issues would be more subtle:

            

 
Murtagh’s reaction to the Nipple Dress is funny…like he has never seen breasts before. So how about this instead?
    

  
The sword fight HAS to stay but let's soften it up a bit:
               


And finally, the Honeypot Wax Job: 

We tried test-waxed the nether-regions of a number of cartoon characters and the reactions varied, but you can judge for yourself how it would play out on Outlander Street..



 





 




 

 



*then there's Ursula *raises eyebrows* Well...she takes it like a Boss! 
 


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THERE! Wouldn’t that better?

Now the kids can run past and you don’t have to scream, “I TOLD YOU THIS IS MOMMY TIME! GO PLAY OUTSIDE!!” and you won’t need to tell your husband, who thinks you are a softpornhound, “I TOLD YOU THIS IS MY TIME! BUGGER OFF BEFORE I MAKE GEILLIS’S WIDOWMAKER STEW!!”
You’re welcome.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

TOP 10 JAMIE & CLAIRE OUTLANDER KISSING GIFS (as seen on my lists on getlisty.net)

THERE ARE NEVER TOO MANY J&C KISSING GIFS...BUT WHICH IS THE BEST?

*as seen on my lists on getlisty.net...a super fun site where you can make your own lists: this slideshow has over 850 shares already!. I lay claim to no imagery here and simply found it all online. If you want due credit, please let me know. *smile*
Feel free to share!

THE SEXIEST
 

THE HORNIEST
 
THE SADDEST


THE MOST CONTENT

THE MOST OUTDOORSY
 
THE MOST URGENT
 
THE 'HEY, THE GUYS ARE LOOKING...'
 THE MOST SERIOUS


THE 'I MISSED YOU!'


THE MOST ROMANTIC


Wednesday, September 23, 2015

OUTLANDER~ AN OPEN LETTER TO JAMIE FRASER: THE LAOGHAIRE INTIATIVE (or '70 Ways To Leave Your LegHair' *deepest apologies to Paul Simon)



Dear Jamie,
 
In light of the recent resurrection of the #Boobgate Affair, that I may or may not have helped inflame, I felt it incumbent upon myself to issue this warning to you directly:


You are in great danger.


I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I also bring you hope. And a plan of action. But first, let me explain things to you:


When you allowed LegHair, which is, by the way, the pseudo-phonetic nickname many of us use for Laoghaire, as most of us are snarky bitches when we have to share our Book Boyfriends with The Unworthy…but never mind that for now…where was I...right…when you allowed LegHair to place your married hand on her ample albino-like, goose-pimpled breast it caused an uproar in Fandomland, the likes that is reserved for more  Bill ‘The Cos’ Cosby- like halo slippages, when he fell into the Grand Canyon of celebrity Scandaldom (which is amazing since Bill is...like...you know...real!)


How do I know of your impending doom? Well, like your wife, I am from the Future and I’m telling you son…Leghair is not done with you yet. You can trust me. I even made a Black Jack Randall Voodoo Doll so I could help slow the bastard down a notch and keep him off of you. I have your back kiddo.


So…what to do about LegHair’s plans to make you hers.


Well, you have proven yourself incapable of staving off the advances of the wee wretched wenchling on your own, so I have mined the experiences of some close, personal friends and their actions, reproduced here with the wonder of modern technology (let’s just call it Fairie Magic) which will give you the tools to protect yourself from LegHair the next time she corners you and offers you boobage to caress and perhaps other fleshy naughties to nibble.


Study these tried and true actions, memorize them, and you, my sweet man-child, will be safe from that manipulative manhandling menace. 

 

                                             THE LAOGHAIRE INITIATIVE
*a.k.a. 70 Ways To Leave Your LegHair (with my deepest apologies to Paul Simon)


                                 How to react next time LegHair reaches out for you:
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Feel free to save this correspondence to refer back to now and then so you can keep up your new Anti-LegHair Skills.


Much love and best wishes from a wizened old Canadian fan,


Denise Sevier-Fries

*PS: just a quick tip or two…stay away from lead lined hats and buy some property from a family named Clampett in the Ozarks in the USA. Again, just trust me. Do it.