At least I'm not all BECK SMASH anymore?
Holy radio silence, batman! Sorry, guys. Work/fic/blah/blah, you know how it is. Moving on!
Item 1: The Saints WON yesterday! YAAAAAAAAY! We went into the game as the underdogs (pffff), but I NEVER lost faith. I always believed we could win, even though NO ONE picked them, and our odds were shitty. But goddamnit, I just KNEW we were going to get there, and I was RIGHT. Ohhh, it felt so GOOD. AND. I bought a pair of footy socks and wore them and now I have to wear them EVERY GAME because THAT'S HOW IT WORKS. Oh, and it was also Stephen Milne's 200th game and he kicked four goals :D AFL. Never leave me. Never change. You are superiour to soccer, Rugby League, Rugby Union, NFL and whatever other football codes exist in the world, and I love you SO. <3333
Item 2: ...actually, this had better go under a cut.
GOD DAMN I am hormonal. Daaaamn. If you look at my twitter from today you can actually SEE the timeline of my PMS, right up to me throwing my hands up and deciding to do nothing but eat chocolate all afternoon. Hormones make my fic requirements very...specific, too. I want Brad and Ray, and I want them dirty, and sweaty, and rough, and MANLY. I want them, like...fixing things. With their HANDS. I want them working on the Humvee and getting all irritated and exhausted and then having really filthy sex over the hood. With Brad holding Ray down and bending over him and grinding his thumbs into his wrists. And Ray talking dirty and goading him and egging him on.
"Is that all you've got, Brad? Come on, harder, fuck me, show me what you can fuckin' do. The fuck are you, an officer? I wanna feel your bruises on me, I wanna get off later remembering how much you fuckin' hurt me."
...YUP. Now, you may be wondering - "Beck, how is that different to the kind of porn you want ALL THE FREAKING TIME?" And to that I have no answer. Except it really does seem like I have cycles. Sometimes I want epic romances, and long, hot, slow sex scenes that involve kissing and declarations of love and no descriptions of how messy and painful it can be. And sometimes I want the boys to be slammed hard against something solid. Also, sometimes I want them to be VERY MANLY MEN. I basically want them to be a Springsteen song, but gayer. And with less saxophone.
ALSO. Ok, so I really like guys' HANDS. Like...their dirty, rough, callused hands. You know what one of my favourite images in GK is? It's Ray making the jerk-off motions in the first episode. I could watch that over and over, my god. And Ray's driving gloves. I can't imagine how gross they'd be after him wearing them for weeks, but damn, they look good. I don't know whyyyyyyy. (Let's blame all this on hormones, ok?)
Ok, so ALSO ALSO, I want threesome fic, but, like, HET threesome fic. I want Jo/Brad/Ray. Or Jo/Ray/Walt. Either is good. Because, obviously, Jo is my stand-in for ME in fics (like, she's my Mary-Beck, which is why I will probably never write either of those threesomes). And depending on the time of month, sometimes I want her to be in charge, and calling the shots and directing the boys. And SOMETIMES (like now) I want THEM to be in charge and just...ugh, being really rough and domineering and...stuff. Argh! I am shocked at myself right now (well, no I'm not. But I'm shocked I'm actually making this PUBLIC). But I have a THING for rough boys with dirty hands with soft, sweet girls. Ummmmmmm.
That is probably half the THING with this whole Marine deal. I mean, partly it is because Generation Kill is awesome, and partly because the characters are all perfect and funny and lovely, and partly because the actors are SMOKING hot. But let's be honest - it's got a lot to do with the idea that they're these incredibly masculine, alpha men who're used to being in charge. Ok, can you even imagine Brad in bed with a women? Go on. Imagine it. I'll give you time. You got that? That is fucking ATTRACTIVE. And I don't think Ray would be as dominant, but seriously, look at him. He's still a hard as nails Marine who has been trained to kill. He can still fix a car and fire a gun and make shit work. All that real basic masculine stuff that just GETS me. And I know I am probably single-handedly setting feminism back 500 years, but I can't HELP it. Sometimes that just works for me, ok?
Siiiiiiiiigh. You know what this fandom needs? More HET. (I feel the need for het when I have PMS. I don't know whyyyy). AND. It needs more genderswap. Either magical-curse genderswap OR always-a-girl genderswap. I want: Brad/Girl!Ray. Like, it's set in a future where women are allowed to be recon Marines and Ray is like the FIRST lady Recon Marine, and they're all invading Iraq with Ray (Rae?) being all hot and deadly and foul-mouthed and spiky. And Brad is just completely helpless against it. And then they have rough sex. WHAT.
...This was going to be an entry about, like, Eminem and how I can relate to him because of my incredibly shitty socio-economic background, and how I'm proud of him for coming good, and how I might get a 'Not Afraid' tattoo to go with the 'Lose Yourself' tattoo I already have. And I was going to get all political and shit, and probably talk about how I grew up poor and how I was a stripper for a while, and blah blah blah. It was gonna have DEPTH, man. It was all planned out. But then, somehow, it got hijacked by PMS. What the what?
Oh, my episode of True Blood just downloaded. All else has just lessened in priority. Now, Eric. Eric is what 'm talking about.
SIIIIIIIIIIIGH.
--Beck.
OH GOD, I'M SO SORRY.
Item 1: The Saints WON yesterday! YAAAAAAAAY! We went into the game as the underdogs (pffff), but I NEVER lost faith. I always believed we could win, even though NO ONE picked them, and our odds were shitty. But goddamnit, I just KNEW we were going to get there, and I was RIGHT. Ohhh, it felt so GOOD. AND. I bought a pair of footy socks and wore them and now I have to wear them EVERY GAME because THAT'S HOW IT WORKS. Oh, and it was also Stephen Milne's 200th game and he kicked four goals :D AFL. Never leave me. Never change. You are superiour to soccer, Rugby League, Rugby Union, NFL and whatever other football codes exist in the world, and I love you SO. <3333
Item 2: ...actually, this had better go under a cut.
GOD DAMN I am hormonal. Daaaamn. If you look at my twitter from today you can actually SEE the timeline of my PMS, right up to me throwing my hands up and deciding to do nothing but eat chocolate all afternoon. Hormones make my fic requirements very...specific, too. I want Brad and Ray, and I want them dirty, and sweaty, and rough, and MANLY. I want them, like...fixing things. With their HANDS. I want them working on the Humvee and getting all irritated and exhausted and then having really filthy sex over the hood. With Brad holding Ray down and bending over him and grinding his thumbs into his wrists. And Ray talking dirty and goading him and egging him on.
"Is that all you've got, Brad? Come on, harder, fuck me, show me what you can fuckin' do. The fuck are you, an officer? I wanna feel your bruises on me, I wanna get off later remembering how much you fuckin' hurt me."
...YUP. Now, you may be wondering - "Beck, how is that different to the kind of porn you want ALL THE FREAKING TIME?" And to that I have no answer. Except it really does seem like I have cycles. Sometimes I want epic romances, and long, hot, slow sex scenes that involve kissing and declarations of love and no descriptions of how messy and painful it can be. And sometimes I want the boys to be slammed hard against something solid. Also, sometimes I want them to be VERY MANLY MEN. I basically want them to be a Springsteen song, but gayer. And with less saxophone.
ALSO. Ok, so I really like guys' HANDS. Like...their dirty, rough, callused hands. You know what one of my favourite images in GK is? It's Ray making the jerk-off motions in the first episode. I could watch that over and over, my god. And Ray's driving gloves. I can't imagine how gross they'd be after him wearing them for weeks, but damn, they look good. I don't know whyyyyyyy. (Let's blame all this on hormones, ok?)
Ok, so ALSO ALSO, I want threesome fic, but, like, HET threesome fic. I want Jo/Brad/Ray. Or Jo/Ray/Walt. Either is good. Because, obviously, Jo is my stand-in for ME in fics (like, she's my Mary-Beck, which is why I will probably never write either of those threesomes). And depending on the time of month, sometimes I want her to be in charge, and calling the shots and directing the boys. And SOMETIMES (like now) I want THEM to be in charge and just...ugh, being really rough and domineering and...stuff. Argh! I am shocked at myself right now (well, no I'm not. But I'm shocked I'm actually making this PUBLIC). But I have a THING for rough boys with dirty hands with soft, sweet girls. Ummmmmmm.
That is probably half the THING with this whole Marine deal. I mean, partly it is because Generation Kill is awesome, and partly because the characters are all perfect and funny and lovely, and partly because the actors are SMOKING hot. But let's be honest - it's got a lot to do with the idea that they're these incredibly masculine, alpha men who're used to being in charge. Ok, can you even imagine Brad in bed with a women? Go on. Imagine it. I'll give you time. You got that? That is fucking ATTRACTIVE. And I don't think Ray would be as dominant, but seriously, look at him. He's still a hard as nails Marine who has been trained to kill. He can still fix a car and fire a gun and make shit work. All that real basic masculine stuff that just GETS me. And I know I am probably single-handedly setting feminism back 500 years, but I can't HELP it. Sometimes that just works for me, ok?
Siiiiiiiiigh. You know what this fandom needs? More HET. (I feel the need for het when I have PMS. I don't know whyyyy). AND. It needs more genderswap. Either magical-curse genderswap OR always-a-girl genderswap. I want: Brad/Girl!Ray. Like, it's set in a future where women are allowed to be recon Marines and Ray is like the FIRST lady Recon Marine, and they're all invading Iraq with Ray (Rae?) being all hot and deadly and foul-mouthed and spiky. And Brad is just completely helpless against it. And then they have rough sex. WHAT.
...This was going to be an entry about, like, Eminem and how I can relate to him because of my incredibly shitty socio-economic background, and how I'm proud of him for coming good, and how I might get a 'Not Afraid' tattoo to go with the 'Lose Yourself' tattoo I already have. And I was going to get all political and shit, and probably talk about how I grew up poor and how I was a stripper for a while, and blah blah blah. It was gonna have DEPTH, man. It was all planned out. But then, somehow, it got hijacked by PMS. What the what?
Oh, my episode of True Blood just downloaded. All else has just lessened in priority. Now, Eric. Eric is what 'm talking about.
SIIIIIIIIIIIGH.
--Beck.
OH GOD, I'M SO SORRY.