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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Walt's blinks. Looks at the photo. "You're upset about the photo. But not that I called you Trombley. Wow."

Ray sits up. "Oh, we'll get to the Trombley thing in a minute. I'm gonna chalk that one up to temporary insanity since I just rode your ass into the mattress and probably left a dent in your box spring. Now stop changing the fucking subject. Who's fucking their sister now?"

Walt rubs his hand over his mouth. "You're obsessed with fucking people's sisters. If that was my sister, there'd be bigger issues, don't you think?"

Ray sits up, eyes narrowed. "You realize I'm going to wipe my ass with this photo in the morning, right?"

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Details."

"She's an ex, that's all the detail you need."

Ray purses his lips. "You keep it in your issue of Hustler. In the bottom of your nightstand. You want her back?"

Walt sighs, rubs the back his neck. "Are we really having this conversation now?"

"We could have it when I'm sucking your cock, but there might be an accident with my teeth."

Walt winces. "Ray, the posessive thing --"

"My name's not Brad!" Ray's voice is a litte high-pitched. "I'm not posessive."

Walt leans in, Ray can see the lines around his eyes. The faint sunburn on his nose from the picnic this afternoon at the beach with Poke's family. "I'm not thinking about her when I'm fucking you," Walt says. "Promise."

Ray scowls. "I'm still wiping my ass with it tomorrow."

Walt shrugs, leans past Ray and grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand. "You do what you need to do," he says, coating his own fingers.and rising up on his knees.

Ray tightens his fingers on the shiny photo. "And what the hell are you doing?"

Walt gives him a sly grin. "Oh, I was going to fuck myself while you watch, but you know, if you'd rather sulk about some chick I was banging before I even knew you, that's your business. I mean, personally, I know which one I'd prefer."

Ray looks at the photo and tosses it over the side of the bed. "Roger that."

Edited 2009-07-17 00:08 (UTC)

"You're upset about the photo. But not that I called you Trombley. Wow."

Walt is reading my mind!

"We could have it when I'm sucking your cock, but there might be an accident with my teeth."

Dude, Ray's vicious!

"Oh, I was going to fuck myself while you watch, but you know, if you'd rather sulk about some chick I was banging before I even knew you, that's your business. I mean, personally, I know which one I'd prefer."

Hee! Love Walt! ::twirls::

"OW!" Walt's upright in seconds. "What the fuck, Trombley?!"

::stares:: Wow. Just - wow.

Walt waits for the Trombley thing. Just waits for it. He was joking when he said it, fucking around with Ray, because dammit, Ray was normally asleep 13 seconds after he came, but if he'd known Ray was going to whip out Shannon's picture, he wouldn't have said anything.

He doesn't keep one eye open when he falls asleep that night, but it's close. And then he wakes up in the morning, covered in flour and toothpaste and thinks yeah, maybe, he should've just let that one slide.

"RAY!"

There's no reply.

"Ray, you fucking cocksucker, ass licking, donkey fucker get in here now!"

There's what could only be termed snickering from the doorway. Walt wipes the flour from his face and his hand comes away red. He looks from the smears to Ray leaning in the doorway with a bowl of what's probably Captain Crunch. "What the fuck is this?" he says, waving his hand in Ray's direction.

Ray crunches as he talks. "Looks like strawberry jam to me."

"You covered me in strawberry jam."

Crunch. "And toothpaste. And flour."

Walt winces as he gets out bed, there's flour fucking everywhere. In his pubes, between his toes. Ray put toothpaste between his toes. "What the fuck is wrong with you."

Crunch. Slurp. There's milk all down Ray's chin. "You called me Trombley. You figured it out."

Walt makes a dismissive wave and some of the flour-coated jam flies off his hand and lands on the bed. He narrows his eyes as he marches over towards Ray, who is just slurping away.

"It was a fucking joke, asshole," he hisses.

Ray smiles broadly. "Look at it this way," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his had. "All this shit will wash away. But the fact that I wrote my name on your dick? You won't be mixing that shit up again now will you?"

Walt's so shocked that he doesn't lunge for Ray until after Ray brushed a kiss over his flour encrusted mouth.

"You rabbit fucking, whiskey tango, crack pipe smoking, half-breed--" Walt hollers, chasing after Ray down the hall. He pauses when Ray flings the door open and runs outside. He's dressed. Walt is most definitely not.

"I'm telling Brad on your ass," Walt says, hiding behind the door.

Ray just laughs like a hyena from the hallway of Walt's apartment. "Who do you think gave me this idea in the first fucking place?"

I love that Walt actually thinks that Brad would help him get revenge for this...of course, on the one hand, I can see Brad playing for both teams. Much to Nate's amusement.

Brad loves all his children equally. *nods*

I love them! I love them! I love them! And also, I love them. And I love you! And this is so adorable and I am filled with so much happiness right now because they are the most adorable things ever.

I love them! I love them! I love them! And also, I love them. And I love you! And this is so adorable and I am filled with so much happiness right now because they are the most adorable things ever.

You know what I love about Ray and Walt? Everything with them is very basic. They're mostly happy guys, happy to hang out, happy to fuck, happy to do fuck all. Everything with Brad and Nate (as much as I love them is all epic), with Ray and Walt it's just more low-key. I dig low key.

"I'm telling Brad on your ass," Walt says, hiding behind the door.

HE'S TELLING DAD ON RAY-RAY! AHAHAHAHA! ::dies::

SO. Cute!

:D

I was telling S77 that what I really like about Ray and Walt is that everything with them is basic. They eat, sleep, shit, fuck, hang out. They're basically uncomplicated guys, they wanna to be together, they're together, they do want to be together, somebody goes home. They're low key. Everything with Brad and Nate is so epic, sometimes it's really nice to just chill the hell out.

what I really like about Ray and Walt is that everything with them is basic. They eat, sleep, shit, fuck, hang out. They're basically uncomplicated guys, they wanna to be together, they're together, they do want to be together, somebody goes home. They're low key. Everything with Brad and Nate is so epic, sometimes it's really nice to just chill the hell out.

I love this description! They're the flip side of Brad/Nate. Hee!

*snicker*

Oh, hello. Yes. Good diffusing there, Walt, m'boy. You're still *doomed* though.

Who's fucking their sister now?"

I love you, Ray!

And I love you, Walt, too! You are the expert at Ray handling and I am in awes of your Ray handling skills.

Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

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