Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

[hackthis_archive]

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.

Comments

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

I have nothing of value to contribute, but just wanted to say ILU FOR THIS POST as I was having the lousiest day possible until now. GK PORN HEALS ALL, FOR TRUE. <333

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I would like to say that I was totally going to put a note up here for you, that was all and trolleys can submit whatever she wants it, but then I was like no, bad hackthis, stop with the bribery. BUT. If you do have a photo or a drawing or something and you'd be happy with something like whatever I'm tossing out... you know, I am good for a comment or two :D

Hell, at this point romanticalgirl, alethialia and I are a deal! Buy one, get two free!

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

This is a post for everyone to be happy! Everyone should submit ideas for stuff they want and we will bend to their will.

Do I cost or am I free? ::ponders existential crap::

Screw that. ::goes to write more porn::

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

This is a post for everyone to be happy! Everyone should submit ideas for stuff they want and we will bend to their will.

EXACTLY!

Do I cost or am I free? ::ponders existential crap::

We all costs the same 33.33333333 cents. Or dollars. What's the Iraqi monetary denomination? We could be that. Because when you get things free you're really just paying a fraction of the original cost. Which is true, because we'd never churn out all this left to our own devices. Well, at least outside of email.

Shit! Betaing! Deadline! Oh, I do love working under the gun.

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

BRB!!!

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Does that make me cheap?

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Depends on what the price of one is. :)

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHA! Good point! 'cept Z was talking about cents and I'm all, oh we MUST cost more than that.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Only as cheap as L and I. So really you're gold money, baby!

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Worth our weight in gold, I like the sound of that!

I was aiming for something ~naughty~

[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

...and it so went the opposite direction skdjhfh (http://trolleys.fanizzle.org/bradpaper.jpg) (work-safe)

omg I went through like four drafts of B/N pseudo-porn but Nate refused to cooperate. Feel free to write it as porny as you see fit though! :D

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

AND THEN I FUCKING DIED!!!

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[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

:D :D

CRAP I FORGOT HIS COFFEE BRB RE-UPLOADING

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[alethialia.livejournal.com]

His SLIPPERS have KITTIES!

::is dead::

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[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

Haha, he and Nate are DADT when it comes to those slippers.

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[sparky77.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD! GLASSES! AND HOT! AND GLASSES! AND HOT! (and I think I might be stuck)

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

it's the glasses, dude. i know. it's like she reached into my head or something.

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[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

Hee, the glasses were totally self-indulgent on my part. Glad you approve! ;)

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[clear-as-blood.livejournal.com]

I love this a ridiculous amount--the slightly messy hair, glasses, the domesticity of it all.

Also, kitty slippers! ♥

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[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much, I'm glad you like it! :)

Just out of curiosity

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

...what's Brad wearing? Are those blue boxers? Running shorts? Inquiring minds and all. For no purpose at all.

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[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Boxers baby. Too early to be in runnning shoes unless you're going for a run and nobody eats before they run and if he's just back there's no way is he sitting with that sweat all over his balls unless it involves Nate or war.

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[ex-trolleys.livejournal.com]

Boxers :)

and then there was porn

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

It was the glasses, see. Well. And the slippers. The combination of the glasses and the slippers and really, Nate couldn't be held accountable for these things.

He'd been good. Really good. There'd been a gap between his return trip home and his lease on the house he 'd shared with VJ, but that wasn't an issue because he could just crash at a motel. It was fine.

But then Brad found out—of course—and gave Nate that look and then somehow his crap was at Brad's place. Nate suspected Ray. All the talking tricked you into forgetting his ninja skills.

Still, it was...fine. Brad had an extra room and Nate was good with sleeping on a futon on the floor. It beat baked concrete any day.

Nate was assured of this and he was fine, dammit, right until he walked into the kitchen to find Brad reading the paper, wearing glasses. And slippers. With cats on them.

After that, well, who could blame him?

"This is an intriguing morning ritual," Brad said conversationally from where he was perched on top of the kitchen table. After Nate had pushed him onto it. "Not that I'm complaining."

Nate stopped from where he was licking at Brad's collarbone—his wife-beater did nothing to conceal it; Nate couldn't help himself—and met Brad's eyes.

Through glasses, which was just—

"There are cats on your slippers."

Brad raised an eyebrow. Behind glasses, Christ. He was remarkably calm given that his blue boxers were tented and all Nate had done was kiss him, push him onto the table, and start sucking on his collarbone.

Okay, maybe that warranted a hard-on.

"They were a gift from my niece. She's not old enough to have anticipated the pussy jokes."

No, she probably just wanted to outfit Uncle Brad in fluffy kitty goodness. Brad inspired that in children.

"I'm not thinking of pussy," Nate said.

Brad shifted and rubbed his knee against Nate's very hard cock. "I'd hope not."

Nate gripped the edge of the table and shut his eyes. He...really should not be that far gone. That was just sad.

"No, no, don't mind me," Brad said after a moment, making Nate open his eyes and focus.

On Brad, who had one finger rubbing at his collarbone—there'd be a mark there for sure—a finger which was even now covered in the remnants of his Wall Street Journal.

"You've got ink on your fingers," Nate said.

Brad looked at one hand, unconcerned. "Astute observation," he said dryly.

"That'll really make a mess of your white sheets."

Brad looked back to Nate and smirked. And with the glasses it was just—"Now why would I be touching my sheets with such hands?"

"You're right. Better for everyone to just stay here." That settled, Nate shoved Brad's wife-beater up his chest and lowered his mouth so he could suck at Brad's skin. He scraped his teeth along the muscles of Brad's stomach, then paused to flick his tongue into Brad's bellybutton.

Brad sucked in a sharp breath.

Next thing he knew, Brad held Nate's face in his hands and just claimed his mouth—tongue thrusting in to tangle with Nate's, a heated exploration that had Nate moaning and scrabbling for more skin within seconds. Brad refused to let him go, kept biting at Nate's lips, sucking on one and then the other before kissing him deeply again.

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[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Brad’s not surprised when he wakes up and finds Grace sitting on the end of the bed. He and Nate learned quickly that morning sex wasn’t going to be possible so long as Grace is in the house. “Hey, LT.” He sits up and rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “Where’s Uncle Nate?”

She looks toward the door where Nate’s standing. Nate nods once and Grace turns back to Brad and starts singing. “Hap’ birfday to ooooo.”

Brad clamps his lips together to keep from laughing as she goes all the way through the song. He doesn’t dare look at Nate. “Wow. When did you learn that?”

“Unca Nate teached me!”

“Did he?” Brad cocks an eyebrow at Nate who shrugs, failing to look innocent.

“Present, Daddy!” Grace bounces, slapping the comforter. “Present!”

Brad looks back at Nate. “You know it’s not actually my birthday, right?”

“You have duty on your birthday.” Nate smiles, shrugs again. “We’re being proactive.”

“Present!” Grace snaps like an order.

“She needs to stop hanging out with you.” Brad quirks a smile. “She’s getting bossy.”

“Yeah, sorry. I think that’s an inherited trait.” Nate comes over and sits on the edge of the bed, his thigh next to Brad’s hand. Brad brushes his fingers against Nate’s skin just below the hem of his boxers. “Okay, Grace.”

“Yay!” She slithers off the bed and disappears into the hallway.

“Sneaky.” Brad grabs Nate’s t-shirt in his fist and tugs him in for a kiss, hot and hungry and far too short.

“You’ll get my present later,” Nate promises against Brad’s mouth. “Though topping her gift is going to be tough.”

“According to my data, you do just fine topping.” Brad laughs and kisses him again. “Should I be afraid?”

“A big, burly Marine like you?” Nate pulls back, grinning. “You bet your ass.”

“Can’t do that. My ass is someone else’s property.” Brad rubs a thumb over Nate’s lower lip.

“Your present’s already bought and paid for. Don’t even try to butter me up.”

“Butter, huh? Kinky.”

“Daddy! Present!” Grace runs back into the room carrying a box almost as big as her. She narrowly avoids slamming into the doorframe, dodging at the last minute.

“Swear to god, sometimes the only way to explain her is that she’s part Ray Person.” Brad shakes his head as Nate hoists Grace and the box up onto the bed. Grace shoves the box at Brad, tripping on the bedspread, tumbling, box and all, into Brad’s lap.

Nate bites back a grin. “I’m beginning to think her name’s a little ironic.”

Brad smiles and settles Grace on one leg. “Don’t listen to Uncle Nate. He’s teasing you, and you’re not allowed to kick his butt yet.” He wraps an arm around her and looks the box over. “New motorcycle?”