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

[bijoux.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the link to the story about that personal trainer. What a crazy but neat idea. I hope everything goes well for him and that his eventual weight loss inspires a lot of ppl.

[inmyriadbits.livejournal.com]

:D?

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Ben's fascination with being handcuffed is strictly rhetorical. Handcuffs are cold, restrictive. You put them on too tight and your wrists start to ache. The tendons begin to throb.

At the Academy they took turns handcuffing eaxh other, but there was always the fucknut who wanted to be John Wayne about it. Who ended up getting smacked in the back of the head by his instructor.

Ben thinks about this when he wakes up on Tuesday morning and he's tied to the bed. Except it's not handcuffs holding him down. Of course not. John would never abuse his property that way.

Ben wriggles against the matress, his morning erection rubbing against the sheets only covering a part of his hip and thigh.

He cranes his head back, tries to make sure that what he thinks he's seeing is what's really there.

"Oh, look who's awake." John's tone is joyous. It's almost creepy, except that Ben's cock seems to interpret creepy as 'time to get hard.'

Ben licks his lips, glares at the doorway. "You put socks around my wrists?" he's going for insulted. Apparently it got caught somewhere around amused and intrigued.

John shrugs. "Zip strips hurt," he says conversationally. "You're going to be here a while, I didn't want to have to take you to the ER afterwards. Laura would kick my ass."

"So you used socks as padding?"

John crosses over to the bed, tugs on the sheet until Ben's completely uncovered. "I forget how bitchy you are when you're horny," he says running a finger along the inside of Ben's thigh. Ben shifts his hips. Tries to get closer to John's hand, but that's the shitty thing about being tied to the bed. You're not going anywhere until somebody gives you permission.

Ben lifts his hips, his cock slapping wetly against his stomach. "John," he wheedles.

John's fingers ghost down his thigh and over his sac completely ignoring his dick. Ben lifts his hips that inch higher, spreads his legs a little more, and then John's fingers slide down the crease of his ass, brush against his hole.

Ben closes his eyes, makes a noise that's all pleasure, and then John's hand is gone.

Ben's eyes snap open. "Why are you stopping?" he demands. John's grin is far too large as he gets off the bed. And then he walks out the room. "Where the fuck are you going?!" Ben hollers after him yanking on his restraints.

Even through the socks, Ben can feel how tight the zip ties are bound to his wrists. "Fuck!" he shouts to the ceiling.

"Maybe in a couple of hours," John says standing in the doorway holding something Ben has only seen in magazines.

Ben swallows. "What -- what's that?"

John smirks. Turns on the green cylinder in his hand. It emits a small vibration. "Don't tell me you don't know what this is," John says, crossing back over to the bed. "I've seen your porn collection."

Ben swallows again, automatically spreads his legs a little wider as John sits down at the end of the bed. "Where'd you get that?" he says a little hoarsely.

"It's part of an initiation packet they give to all training officers," John says, rubbing the vibrating butt plug along the inside of Ben's right thigh. "You know, a little something to break in rookies."

Ben's 'huh' comes off more ragged than he'd hoped for.

John just smiles. "You know the part I really like?"

"No, what -- what part is that?" Ben can feel his body shifting, his spine trying to extend, to get closer to John. He moans loudly as John slides the plug in, as the vibrations start ratcheting through his body.

John's smile slides into a grin. "The part where it comes with a remote control."

:)

[kuteki.livejournal.com]

[kuteki.livejournal.com]

It's almost creepy, except that Ben's cock seems to interpret creepy as 'time to get hard.'

Hee, that was so awesome, you rock! ♥

[romanticalgirl.livejournal.com]

John is pure, fucking evil. I love him. And you.

Re: :)

[incredulity.livejournal.com]

Damn. That's hot.

[inmyriadbits.livejournal.com]

Oh, that is so evil. But apparently I find 'evil' as hot as Ben finds 'creepy.' :D

I wonder what kind of range that remote has...

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

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[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

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[sparky77.livejournal.com]

Holy fucking shit. Arms. And also arms. And more arms. And ever more arms. And in conclusion, arms.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

Cooper is evil. You are love.

And does this mean I don't need to write the Ray/Walt one?

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

See? Now I just want some sort of Robin Hood AU where Brad is Robin and Nate is Marian.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Bitch, I will cut you. Write NOW.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

And this is not good....how? :D

Re: :)

[kuteki.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that about sums it up. I am also rather partial to the look he is giving...

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

What is this? Nate's bedroom wall in Get Some?

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

grumpy!Brad

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

That's what I thought!

Re: grumpy!Brad

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

Darling, this isn't just grumpy!Brad, this is grumpy Assassin!Brad. Why are you trying to mess with me?

Re: grumpy!Brad

[alethialia.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I figured that was implied. Just look at the suit.

How Nate can resist that is beyond me.

Re: grumpy!Brad

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Why are you trying to mess with me?

Because she is awesome and more of Assassin!Brad is necessary?

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Oh no. I FAIL at subtlety! :D

crappy, surreptitious pic of hs!Brad after a shower

[alethialia.livejournal.com]