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It's interesting that the plague showing up in China and the Birthers bullshit only kind of makes me nervous, but

tomricks interrupting his vacation to blog about shit falling apart in Iraq makes me want to crawl under my desk and kiss my ass goodbye.

Also, this article about a personal trainer who put on 88 lbs. just so he could lose it and see what it's like for his clients is pretty compelling. I think this is going to make him a much stronger trainer.

I feel like I'm saying this every time I post (and I probably am, too bad!), BUT, for those stragglers who aren't on the train yet. NBC is re-airing Southland right now in the run up to the premiere (Sept 25th) on Friday nights at 8pm. You can also watch it on NBC.com and on Hulu. They have the first four episodes up (there are only seven), so please, please please, watch it. You won't regret it. Really.

In other Southland news: Michael and Ben start filming tomorrow. If I was any more excited I'd bounce out of my chair. Oh, wait, and L is writing me comment!porn featuring slutty!Ben. You all wish you had an L, but she is mine. Okay, jointly shared with Q and A. And her family. And all of you, but you know what I mean.

Offer Redux!: Oh, and I've been thinking, you know, I had so much fun the last time around that if anybody's got some like photos or something and might want some comment-fic, you know, I think I'm open for business.* Who knows, you might even get L, A and Q to play along too. Then again, they might all boycott and you'll be stuck with me. ;-)

*You know how it goes.

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Hopefully this works, I'm bad at puttings pictures in comments *crosses fingers*

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/30382722@N08/3812018186/)

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I already wrote something for the shirtless beer photo (http://alethialia.livejournal.com/384693.html?thread=5089461#t5089461) (keep following the thread, it got long), but the first one intrigues the hell out of me.

It never rains in Southern California... except for when Nate's running late.

The 5 is blocked up like it's been constipated for a week, and all he can do is pound on the steering wheel, listen to Jay-Z* talking about the dirt on his shoulders and stare at the traffic that's got him blocked in.

The windshield wipers sluce back and forth, whispering how he's cutting it so very close, and Nate bangs his head against the rental car's headrest in aggravation.

Brad is going to kick his ass.

He promised he wouldn't be late. Promised that he would be there. But if it's raining in San Diego, it's blizzarding on the East Coast and Nate just spent eighteen hours trying to get to California in the first place.

Yesterday he got bounced from Boston to Atlanta to Charlotte. He slept on the floor of the departures lounge in Pittsburgh last night, and he got dressed this morning in the airport terminal at Santa Ana before he ran through the terminal to Avis like his life depended on it.

It kind of does.

The clock informs him it's now seventeen minutes to one, and he can't take this anymore. The exit is barely 1/4 of a mile away, and if he gets a ticket for speeding down the shoulder, Brad can fucking pay it off.

The car skids on a piece of a retread, and for a minute, Nate thinks he's going straight into the guard rail, but no -- the Corps taught him better driving than that.

Brad once told him that red lights are just suggestions for driving, and Nate thinks of him as he runs two in succession. He pulls up to the church with three minutes to go, and waiting on the steps is a long figure in a dark suit.

Nate pulls into the circular driveway in the wrong direction and rolls down the window as Brad jogs up. "You're late," he says, bracing his hands on either side of Nate's door as though he can hold the car in place with sheer force of will.

Nate narrows his eyes, watching the rain spatter down on Brad's face and suit. "You should be happy I made it at all. I've been travelling for two days just to get here you know."

"You were going to let something a feeble as the weather keep you from meeting my entire family? I think I'm insulted."

Nate can feel his lower lip threatening to stick out. "You're an ungrateful fuck," he taunts instead.

Brad leans in the window and kisses him sharply. "Shut up and get out the car, you're making us late. If I'm not there when my sister walks down the aisle, my mother is going to kick your ass."

Nate smiles innocently. "Your mother loves me, now you on the other hand..." Nate's voice dies off when Brad reaches in the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition.

"You could at least let me roll up the window," Nate complains as Brad reaches in and unlocks the door, holding it open so Nate can get out. "I'm not driving that back to your place with a wet seat," Nate says, straightening Brad impecable tie.

Brad smiles, dropping Nate's keys in his own suit pocket. "Bitch bitch bitch, moan moan moan. Fuck, you'd think we were getting married with all the complaining going on."

"BRADLEY COLBERT!" Nate can feel his own spine snap to attention at the sound of Brad's mom's voice. "If you don't stop feeling up your boyfriend and get in this church, I'm bringing out your baby pictures. All of the naked ones."

Nate can feel the smile splitting his face in two. He brushes some of the rain out of his face and waves at Brad's mom. "Can I see those anyway?" he calls.

Please note that Jay-Z references have apparently now become mandatory in GK stories I write.

Edited 2009-08-11 21:51 (UTC)

hehehe. very cute

AW!!! They make me so happy.

Brad once told him that red lights are just suggestions for driving
I am in complete agreement.

Naaaaaaaaaaw. They are so PRECIOUS! I was afraid read it because I figured it was Nate on the way to BRAD'S wedding. And then I was worried that Nate was going to crash the car and DIE! I think you've given me angst PTSD! *sniffles*

Brad smiles, dropping Nate's keys in his own suit pocket. "Bitch bitch bitch, moan moan moan. Fuck, you'd think we were getting married with all the complaining going on."

Eeee! You know how it gets me when Brad casually mentions marriage like this.

"If you don't stop feeling up your boyfriend and get in this church, I'm bringing out your baby pictures. All of the naked ones."

And half the church (synagogue?) heard that, the thought of which just makes me DIE.

He brushes some of the rain out of his face and waves at Brad's mom. "Can I see those anyway?"

Hee! No wonder Brad's mom loves him. He's a whole new way to mess with Brad.

Awesome.

I love this!

oh my god this is awesome :D

"BRADLEY COLBERT!" Nate can feel his own spine snap to attention at the sound of Brad's mom's voice. "If you don't stop feeling up your boyfriend and get in this church, I'm bringing out your baby pictures. All of the naked ones."

Poor Brad, I'm sure Nate will have fun lording that over him, I can picture it now.

"You were kind of tiny, weren't you..." Brad glowers and Nate does his best to swallow the rest of his sentence in difference to the door opening.

"You want me to show you tiny?" Brad demands either not caring or not noticing the door opening. Knowing Brad it's the former rather than the latter.

"Bradley!" Brad's mom gasps. Nate has the satisfaction of seeing Brad's cheeks darken with a blush but his eyes promise deadly retribution. Luckily, Nate doesn't have any upcoming family events to attend.

Wet boys is one of my favorite things. Especially wet boys in suits. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I love fic about Brad's mom. I mean, the rest of it is awesome, too - I can just see Nate sleeping on the floor of an airport, hoodie pulled up around his face - but the second Brad's mom comes into it, I just can't stop smiling. I have a mom kink? God, I've written too much Ray.

Please note that Jay-Z references have apparently now become mandatory in GK stories I write.

Well, my day has been made!

I love focused and determined Nate.

I put that there just for you. Trufax.

I don't watch GK, and am only vaguely familiar with these characters, but this is too adorable :)

I feel like this ginormous copycat now because I definitely wrote a line in the fic I haven't posted yet about Brad thinking about "Dirt Off Your Shoulders" and then Nate doing the gesture, and being like "What? Obama did it!"

OOOPS.

Oh, I have so much love for moments like these. Nate pretty much is the boy parents want you to bring home.

LOL. I hardly think I have a monopoly on Jay-Z. If I did I'd be much richer. It's just something that a few people noticed pops up from time to time (I didn't even notice, but I *do* like Jay-Z. Not as much as Biggie Smalls, but that's another conversation).

By all means do not let that stop you.

War, Southland and comment-fic, oh my!

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