Ah, people. Failing since evolution began.

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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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Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Nate's busy talking to Wynn, heading back from Godfather's makeshift command tent, when he sees him. He doesn't stumble and he doesn't lose track of his sentence, but he does cut the conversation short with an excuse to go talk to Pappy. Mike gives him that slow, Texas, shit-eating grin like Nate hasn't fooled him at all and keeps walking the opposite direction of Nate's new goal.

Brad.

Brad's standing next to one of the humvees in a grave, no shirt on, nothing on but his goddamned trousers, and the sun's glinting off the sheen of sweat covering his body like he's some sort of Adonis, some god descended from on high to grace Nate's jack sessions. Every muscle seems to stand out - abs, pecs, biceps - and that's just the front view. Nate wants to walk around him slowly and see every curve, every plane. He wants to trace them with his fingers, with his tongue, and he has to swallow back the saliva that crowds his mouth and his throat, making him hungry with want.

There's a sharply cut line right over the hip Brad has cocked, his irritation at something darkening his expression, which makes the rest of him seem brighter, more golden. "I'm not sure that's up to the grooming standard, Sergeant."

"The way I see it, sir, I smell like piss and shit and come and sweat and dirt and the putrid scent of my own rotting feet. I don't meet anyone's standard, grooming or otherwise."

"I don't know." Nate stops in front of him, wishing the rest of the company wasn't around. Wishing that he couldn't see fully clothed Marines in the periphery of his vision. Wishing that it was just him and Brad and privacy. "Considering the present company we're in, you might be less gross than a lot of the guys. Possibly top notch in comparison."

"Top of a pile of shit is better than bottom of it, sir?"

"More chance for fresh air." Nate lets his gaze run down Brad's chest and he can feel the jerk of his cock at the sight. Brad seems to watch Nate's eyes, knowing. Always fucking knowing. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't put it past me, sir." Brad stretches, raising his arms over his head and making his muscles shift, his skin glow. "I want you to touch me. I want your hands and your mouth on me. I want to feel your dick against my stomach, my thigh, my dick as you rut against me."

Nate growls low in his throat, hungry and hot, though he works to keep his expression bland. He's not sure when he and Brad started this game or, for that matter, which of them started it. All he knows is that whenever they're out of earshot, Brad's mouth gets dirtier and dirtier and dirtier until Nate knows that, at some point, the only way to shut Brad up is going to be to stick his dick in Brad's mouth. "Sounds like I'm going to be doing all the work."

"Oh, no, sir." Brad grabs his elbow and reaches over his shoulder with his hand then repeats the gesture with his other arm. "While you're doing that, I'm going to be sliding three fingers deep in your asshole, spreading that tight hole until you're ready for me to fuck it."

Nate's about to say something when someone calls his name. Brad's got a grin on his face, pure pleasure and promise. Nate narrows his eyes and turns on his heel, heading toward where Rudy is waving him over. "We're not finished."

"Fuck that, sir," Brad assures him. "We're not even started."

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Yurrrrrr.

(Also, if you have beta questions or just want to throw things at me, I am around).

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

I'm almost finished with the beta, and may have you reread to let me know what you think about the changes. ::adores you::

Brad and Nate are hot. I approve of this.

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

I just want you to observe that like I've answered every prompt in this post. Except for two at the end, one ben and the one about... sex pollen (IDEK). Why? Cause you is awesome and you should be happy. Yis.

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

I am observing and noting and thinking you're pretty awesome and I'm glad you're in my life, and you're totally making me cry. :) In a *good* way though.

Also - just heard from my mom and got good news there that is also making me cry in a good way. That phone call, unlike this post, had no porn in it though, which...is really good. Hee.

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Good news YAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

*\O/*

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

::sighs with relief::

There's still stuff, but there's *less* stuff. And more porn, which is totally a bonus.

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Sadly, poppet, there is always *stuff*, but if your load has lessened at all? Then that is a cause to rejoice. *nods* Betaing! Betaing! I really do multi-task.

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

the sun's glinting off the sheen of sweat covering his body like he's some sort of Adonis, some god descended from on high to grace Nate's jack sessions.

That's EXACTLY how he looks!

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't put it past me, sir."

::dies of love:: So. Fucking. GOOD.

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Nate is very appreciative that the Marines, for all they fucked up, managed to get him a Brad Colbert to distract the hell out of him.

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

HOLY SHIT! This whole post is killing me!

Re: still haven't found an acceptably large version, alas

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

It's a post of pure love and glee.

And porn.