because i'm feeling social today...
There are things that I want. Things that, unfortunately, I cannot buy.
One of them has to do with Danny Williams and his ridiculous hair bending Steve McGarrett over the smart table in the H50 headquarters. Possibly while somebody watches and is more shocked and for fucking oncedoesn't actually get off on it. Actually, the only option really available for that would be Chin, I guess, and it wouldn't be him being all NOHOMO about it. He'd just be pissed they were defiling his baby, uh, I mean table. Yeah.
EDIT: THE AMAZING gunslingaaahhh TOOK THIS PROMPT AND RAN WITH IT. Holy shit it's hysterical, so if you're into this fandom then go read it right now. CRUSTY LEFTOVERS, KLJFHSKLDFJN.
Another has to do with Skandar Keynes and Wilmos watching Dorian Gray together during the filming of PC and getting all hot and bothered by Benito being a manwhore. And then jerking off happens, which they are awkward and embarassed about for the next few years. Until Skandar makes a smartass remark about how incredibly gay Wilmos beautiful blonde locks are and pissy sex follows. And hold that thought, ewww, no golden showers. Just irritated boys slapping each other and then fucking in a way that only repressed English boys can.
Then there's the Inception fic I want of Saito being a Manager of, like, a Best Buy or something. Think about it: Yusuf and Arthur work in the Geek Squad department and think they are better than everybody else, Cobb is that guy who follows you around the appliances areas, trying to sell you the expensive desktop or the really really great new iPhone that he's in love with, and Eames is the lazy bastard who sits next to the front door and greets everyone who comes in and basically does nothing all day until some punk tries to steal a DVD and he pulls a John Casey and takes him out with the apple he's munching on, then you have the new girl Ariadne, a transfer from another store who works Customer Service and gets your problems solved, and with a perky smile. Maybe Mal is the lonely housewife who keeps coming in and buying things like digital cameras and new iPod speakers for her little girl, Phillipa, because she cannot stay away from Cobb.
Also, let's not forget that motherfucking Fic of Doom (aka the lottery fic that ATE MY BRAIN). I really, really want to finish that. But it just keeps... getting bigger. And now Steve has decided to become a world class creeper in it. Like, improper use of military equipment and satellites and secret CIA phone taps and I don't think I can handle all this jelly.
What else do I want, you didn't ask? Mostly? I want an explanation for THIS. Seriously. Don't ask me whose tumblr that is, or how long I've had my head in the dark about that (because if I find out that's been cycling through the interwebz for a while and nobody told me until now I may cry), or even WHAT PERV WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR PUTTING THAT IN THE CREDITS OF A CHILDRENS MOVIE, WTF.
Instead you could use your time by writing fic. Seriously. I want to know who those pervy feet belong to. GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS, PLEASE, I NEED THEM.
PS: My bets are on Snape and McGonagall. And he's the one flat on his back with his legs waving in the air. Heeeee. Just try to get that image out of your head.
One of them has to do with Danny Williams and his ridiculous hair bending Steve McGarrett over the smart table in the H50 headquarters. Possibly while somebody watches and is more shocked and for fucking oncedoesn't actually get off on it. Actually, the only option really available for that would be Chin, I guess, and it wouldn't be him being all NOHOMO about it. He'd just be pissed they were defiling his baby, uh, I mean table. Yeah.
EDIT: THE AMAZING gunslingaaahhh TOOK THIS PROMPT AND RAN WITH IT. Holy shit it's hysterical, so if you're into this fandom then go read it right now. CRUSTY LEFTOVERS, KLJFHSKLDFJN.
Another has to do with Skandar Keynes and Wilmos watching Dorian Gray together during the filming of PC and getting all hot and bothered by Benito being a manwhore. And then jerking off happens, which they are awkward and embarassed about for the next few years. Until Skandar makes a smartass remark about how incredibly gay Wilmos beautiful blonde locks are and pissy sex follows. And hold that thought, ewww, no golden showers. Just irritated boys slapping each other and then fucking in a way that only repressed English boys can.
Then there's the Inception fic I want of Saito being a Manager of, like, a Best Buy or something. Think about it: Yusuf and Arthur work in the Geek Squad department and think they are better than everybody else, Cobb is that guy who follows you around the appliances areas, trying to sell you the expensive desktop or the really really great new iPhone that he's in love with, and Eames is the lazy bastard who sits next to the front door and greets everyone who comes in and basically does nothing all day until some punk tries to steal a DVD and he pulls a John Casey and takes him out with the apple he's munching on, then you have the new girl Ariadne, a transfer from another store who works Customer Service and gets your problems solved, and with a perky smile. Maybe Mal is the lonely housewife who keeps coming in and buying things like digital cameras and new iPod speakers for her little girl, Phillipa, because she cannot stay away from Cobb.
Also, let's not forget that motherfucking Fic of Doom (aka the lottery fic that ATE MY BRAIN). I really, really want to finish that. But it just keeps... getting bigger. And now Steve has decided to become a world class creeper in it. Like, improper use of military equipment and satellites and secret CIA phone taps and I don't think I can handle all this jelly.
What else do I want, you didn't ask? Mostly? I want an explanation for THIS. Seriously. Don't ask me whose tumblr that is, or how long I've had my head in the dark about that (because if I find out that's been cycling through the interwebz for a while and nobody told me until now I may cry), or even WHAT PERV WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR PUTTING THAT IN THE CREDITS OF A CHILDRENS MOVIE, WTF.
Instead you could use your time by writing fic. Seriously. I want to know who those pervy feet belong to. GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS, PLEASE, I NEED THEM.
PS: My bets are on Snape and McGonagall. And he's the one flat on his back with his legs waving in the air. Heeeee. Just try to get that image out of your head.