hackthis_archive | Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

1. The word of the day is clusterfuckiest. Trufax.

2. I'm a big fan of the part where a summer camp that rented a pool in north PhillY for $1900 were told they weren't welcome, because they changed the complextion of the pool. Keep it classy, racist assholes!

3. If I think too hard about the confirmation hearings, I might stroke out, so...

4. YAY, Leverage premieres tonight!

5. And Matt Damon is going to be on Entourage! So, that means that Matt and Ari are going to be hanging out. And I didn't even have to write it! Yeah, I know, who's the man? All they need now is RDJ... you know since I write it and it happens. Excuse me, I have to go write myself winning ten million dollars. BRB.

6. Ryan Gosling is releasing his album in October. I WANT IT NOW.

6a. Anybody got the new Regina Spektor album (Far) that they wanna share with the class.

7. An Offer: Anybody who wants to come over here and give me a photo prompt that maybe might result in some drabble porn to make the masses happy is more than welcome.

If you just want to picspam the pretty to you know, help the general mood, that's awesome too. In fact, feel free to come and post photos and write your own porn too! But it's gotta be a photo. And SFW. It can be a party!

Mostly I'm just trying to make

romanticalgirl smile, so help a sister do a good deed.

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Sometimes when Nate watches Brad, he's staring at something Nate can't see. It doesn't bother him, though. It intrigues him. It's like Brad sees things that are there, hiding in plain sight, and Nate doesn't always have that ability, too mired in walking the thin line between command and his men. Brad doesn't look away from where he's sighting along his weapon, doesn't look away up from where he's lying on the berm.

"You know, sir, you keep standing there like that, we're going to have to paint a big fucking red target on your ass."

"Right." Nate drops down beside him, and they're relatively secluded up here away from the camp, if a couple of yards counts as secluded. "It would probably lower morale for me to get my ass shot off."

"You mean for Bravo Two itself, sir, or just those of us who enjoy your ass?" Brad takes a moment to cast a quick glance at Nate, smiling slightly. "Because it does seem like too fine an ass to lose."

"I'll keep that in mind as well, Sergeant." Nate rolls his neck, head moving from side to side. "What do you see out there?"

Brad seems to understand what Nate means, because he doesn't answer right away, none of the stock responses in military jargon that equal 'jack shit' or 'a whole lot of desert' or 'the most fucked up military operation since the dawn of time'. "History." Brad reaches out and picks up a handful of dirt and lets it fall through his fingers, spinning away in the hot breeze. "Blood."

Nate watches Brad's fingers. "Me too."

"Death." Brad's not quite finished. He's poetic in his way, even though they're just small words that are supposed to be descriptive, but leave everything open to interpretation. He smiles slightly and turns his head toward Nate. "Beauty."

Nate reaches over and touches Brad's lower lip, running the tip of his finger over the dry, chapped skin. "You better be careful, Colbert. You're going to go to my head."

Brad smiles, slow and so knowing that it makes Nate's body flush hot, his cock stiffen, makes him want. "Lie back, sir, and I'd be damn happy to."

*makes happy stupid dolphin noises*

They're such good boys!

"Lie back, sir, and I'd be damn happy to."

LOVE all the innuendo and talking around things and all the implications. You are so very good.

::sends cookies::

They are so good and pretty and wanty. Mmmmmmmm. It's quite possible that Brad wants to do dirty things to Nate, even when they're all philosophical and shit.

And you can have a big red heart too, Missy!

♥

::twirls::

Nate reaches over and touches Brad's lower lip, running the tip of his finger over the dry, chapped skin. "You better be careful, Colbert. You're going to go to my head."

Brad smiles, slow and so knowing that it makes Nate's body flush hot, his cock stiffen, makes him want. "Lie back, sir, and I'd be damn happy to."

That is SO money.

Claps like dolphin as well.

I kind of maybe love them a lot. And you. Though there's no "kind of maybe" about that last bit.

::smishes::

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love them and I love you!

::twirls all pretty::

Now, off to edit Southland fic.

Oh, this was so lovely. So very, very Brad.

Thank you!

Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

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