Holy Fuck It's Late

Add this to the list of Most Potentially Horribly Embarrassing Scenarios:

Having a dormmate knock on your door at 4 in the morning to use your printer, and then offering to let them print from their email off your computer, only to realize that the web browser is open to a fic in which you had just gotten to the scene involving violent bloody mansex and then  eaten-by-intestinal-worms!explosion. And then having to stand there for about ten minutes making small talk while praying they didn't/won't see lines like 

"Then he took Owen’s hips between his spread hands, pulling him back as he shoved roughly inside him. Owen bit down on his lip, stifling a moan as his gut cramped, protesting the invasion. He bit harder as Gamma began to thrust; closing his eyes to the pain, but that only brought the image of his own hands pulling worms from Gamma’s innards as the man howled in agony."

(please don't ask why I was reading this. Just don't. A;; I can say is that it's very very late at night, and the author did not warn that there would be intestinal parasite motivated sex)

But yeah. Awkwaaaaaaaaaard.

ETA: I almost printed off my SLE paper without remembering to switch the space-filler conclusion with a real, articulate conclusion, which would have meant I turned in to my professor a paper on Dante's Inferno that started with this:

"At the start of Dante’s Inferno, blah blah blah Dante doesn’t have faith in Virgil and tries to figure things out on his own, but then later he trusts him in everything physically and mentally (and also they kiss total subtext) and this is analogous for man’s transformation from being self-reliant to having faith in god blah blah blah."

*really really really needs to sleep*