War, Southland and comment-fic, oh my!

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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.

Comments

Not quite high school.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Brad shows up at camp with his hair halfway down his neck and his bangs hanging in his face. Poke starts laughing when he sees him and pretty soon the news is all around Pendleton. Marines are worse than teenagers when it comes to juicy gossip and Brad Colbert, the motherfucking Iceman, looking like some pre-boot camp rookie is the best thing to roll down the wires since someone heard (mistakenly) that Captain American had, as Walt put it in comic book terms, fallen on his shield.

Brad ignores everyone magnificently, but he's had more practice than most with Person as his RTO. He doesn't pay attention to anything except toweling off after his shower until Nate's managed to get everyone cleared out of the room and is leaning against the wall. Brad turns his head, his expression unreadable.

"Letting yourself go, Sergeant?"

"I've been on leave, sir." Brad straightens up, the towel barely hanging around his hips, the end tucked in to the waist, leaving a slit that reveals a significant amount of Brad's thigh. "Don't worry. I'll be back to regulation by the time I'm on the clock."

"I think your reputation as a hippie-loving, pot-smoking, butt-fucking, country music listening liberal is currently being spread across Pendleton. The boys don't know how to handle you looking..."

"Looking?" Brad lets the word hang in the air, watching Nate as he leans forward, foot on the bench and tugs off the towel and dries his leg.

"Looking like that."

"Like what?" He straightens up and, with a towel, Brad is pretty much the perfect specimen of manhood. Without it, there's no question.

"Like you're not some bad-ass Marine."

"Because the hair's not high and tight?" Brad smirks and hangs his towel over the edge of his locker. His black briefs stand out darkly even against his tan. "That makes me not a Marine?"

"No. It just makes you more...real." Nate shrugs, watching Brad's body as he covers it up with fatigues and a t-shirt.

Brad grabs his boots and walks over to Nate, looking him straight in the eye. "Trust me, sir." He leans in and his breath fans over Nate's mouth, his blond hair falling against Nate's cheek. "I'm very, very real."

Re: Not quite high school.

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

the best thing to roll down the wires since someone heard (mistakenly) that Captain American had, as Walt put it in comic book terms, fallen on his shield.

AHAHAHA! Oh, Walt. You're too kind.

country music listening liberal

Hee! Everything Brad hates, damn.

with a towel, Brad is pretty much the perfect specimen of manhood. Without it, there's no question.

Yeah, Jesus, GUH.

"I'm very, very real."

And we are all glad for it!

Yay for wet!Brad. And Brad 'letting himself go,' ha! ::hearts muchly::

Re: Not quite high school.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Wet!Brad is one of my favorite Brads. Also, Taunting!Nate!Brad. I like him too. ::twirls you::

Re: Not quite high school.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

the motherfucking Iceman, looking like some pre-boot camp rookie is the best thing to roll down the wires since someone heard (mistakenly) that Captain American had, as Walt put it in comic book terms, fallen on his shield.

And this is why I love you. Okay, not this per se, but like this is part of it. You just have this way with words.

Re: Not quite high school.

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

Nate is a little unnerved by how much he appreciates floppy!hair! Brad. Also, Walt totally reads comics, but he doesn't talk about them with Ray because that way leads to arguments about DC versus Marvel and independents and really, no one wants to give Ray a *new* field of territory to have diarrhea of the mouth about.