TSN crack!meme
So I was talking to Kelly today and it was interesting. We got off on a tangent about Jesse and Andrew donating sperm to Emma so she could be their surrogate mother if they decided to go off and be gay together, right?
And so I got to thinking and figured it would be awesome if there was a crack meme in this fandom. tsn_kinkmeme is obviously still thriving, ( Read more... )
And so I got to thinking and figured it would be awesome if there was a crack meme in this fandom. tsn_kinkmeme is obviously still thriving, ( Read more... )
A/note: Fairly short fill. Hope this is what you wanted, slashyelizabeth! And by God, I hope all the HTML works properly.
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Padding to the desk on his socks-his fingers twitched at the mere thought of bare feet on cold wood-a pair of boxers and a ratty tee, Jesse had only wanted to figure out how Ms. Greene was treating his cats. She was a nice enough lady to agree, of which is approved wholeheartedly of, but she had the nasty habit of turning the volume of the television higher than was socially acceptable. At least she was Internet savvy enough to e-mail him without any major errors or failures. Sure, the old lady easily made mistakes while typing, but he had seen far worse atrocities (read: Andrew’s poor texting skills).
And it wasn’t like his cats could e-mail him, or tweet him ‘chasing a mouse. don’t worry, it’ll be taken care off before you’re back’ (his cats weren’t that thoughtful anyway). Well, perhaps they could, Jesse reasoned logically, by lounging on top of the keyboard (and how is that even comfortable) and accidently pressing the right keys in the correct order with their paws. But that seemed rather implausible, even for intelligent creatures such as cats.
Jesse took a seat on the wooden chair and just as he booted up Andrew’s laptop to check his mail the screen flashed on, with bright light glaring at him in the semi-dark room. Right. He screwed his eyelids half-shut, hoping it wouldn’t take too long for his eyes to adjust to the sudden burst of light.
God, he despised the sleep mode sometimes.
After blinking a few times the glare seemed to be reduced to pleasant beam, so Jesse grabbed the mouse again to click on the Firefox browser. He momentarily glanced over his shoulder at the moving lump under the sheets to see a black mop of hair appear at Jesse’s pillow. No actual response presented itself when he was waiting for audibly mumbling when Andrew groaned with satisfaction into the aforementioned pillow. He did, however, snuggled into it.
Then Jesse looked back at the laptop screen. And did a double take. And another one, just to be sure he wasn’t off somewhere in la-la-land (if la-la-land had been taken over by malicious killer ninja chickens, instead of being all rainbows and dwarves and suspiciously formed clouds).
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roboticspider) wrote in mark_eduardo,
@ 2011-01-06 17:14:00
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Entry tags: ! (♥): mark/eduardo, (creative): fic
Fic: The Life Without Thee, 4/9
Title: The life without thee
Pairing: Mark/Eduardo
Summary: “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.” C.S. Lewis
Disclaimer: See part 1 for the disclaimer
He knew of course what Livejournal was; the movie used it to post mark’s drunken messages. Basically, you could use it as your personal journal and rant on it and also interact with others (like every other social network) in communities. That was all Jesse could recall.
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1. It says mark/eduardo on top
2. It says mark/eduardo with the symbol ‘♥’ in close proximity
3. It says Mark/Eduardo after Pairing
4. It says Fic twice, as in fiction
5. It has a community button-picture-thingy
6. Honestly, C.S. Lewis?
7. What the fuck is roboticspider?
(And the last reason, which, if Jesse wasn’t distracted by everything on the screen, his mind should have suggest first:)
8. Why is this even on Andrew’s laptop
Horrified at the discovery of the century, Jesse turned his head to Andrew’s sleeping form and back, and started repeating that for several times. Forget the fact that the page says pairing as in together, Jesse told himself, and come to a working conclusion here. After skimming it again he could finalize his thoughts to two fairly solid conclusions. One, Andrew was reading gay fiction about movie characters they portrayed, or two, Andrew was writing gay fiction about them as Mark and Eduardo. (or both, that could fit too.)
But the information on top of the Livejournal page gave him a pretty definitive reason to believe option two. Andrew was still currently logged in as roboticspider. And really, roboticspider? A bit feeble-minded for a name, but also not the point.
“Andrew,” Jesse said, and found himself clicking on the hyperlink.
Not even a sleepy mumble.
“Andrew,” Jesse repeated, and started reading after Andrew failed to rouse in this crucial moment.
Ten minutes later Jesse had two more observations. One, Andrew can express emotions and internal turmoil indubitably well (which wasn’t that big of a surprise; he was right there next to the Englishman eight out of ten times) and two, there are a lot of appreciative comments (which secretly lightened his heart for Andrew).
Nevertheless, Jesse honestly wished he could erase the last thirty minutes or so. He couldn’t even explain to himself why he’d clicked the link, he just did. Perhaps someone put the activity into his mind unconsciously. A very unnerving thought, that.
“Andrew!” Jesse said again, this time loud enough to wake everyone in a fifty mile radius.
Sheets were thrown off, rather angrily, and revealed a wide-awake Andrew glowering at him. “God, Jesse, what?”
Jesse shut up for a moment, staring at the lean body in bed. The essentially naked body, save for those boxers which he really should pry off sometime later this hour. Focus, Jesse shook his head almost unnoticeably and waved at the screen. “Why did you write… this?”
Andrew frowned at him, and then at the screen. “This being…?”
“The porn you wrote,” Jesse replied.
Andrew scowled indignantly. “I did not write porn.”
“Right,” Jesse’s head bobbed up and down. “It’s, um, rather on the, er, angsty side.”
“What are you on about?” Andrew looked genuinely confused, Jesse had to give him that. But then again: acts for a living.
“Gay porn, roboticspider, about us-well, the movie characters. Of Social Network.”
The other groaned loudly. “Oh bloody fuck.”
Indeed, yes. “It’s one thing to write about sexual positions we’ve tried out,” Jesse continued, “and only you would call yourself roboticspider, but-” he shot Andrew a slightly suspicious look. “I’m still marveling at how you can write gay sex without any grammatical errors while you text like a possessed eight year old kid on a sugar rush.”
abrupt end is abrupt.
And dude, only a LJ pic fail.
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