Cheer Up Comment Porn Post?
Nov. 26th, 2010 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amulyUNG, you guys. BLERGK.
First of all, I'm working on the last 2 chappies of my Pray the Gay Away thing, I swear. It's just, with Thanksgiving and Christmas decorating and shopping and cooking and KNITTING MY FUCKING FINGERS OFF TO MEET THE MONDAY DEADLINE, my life has been hectic the last few days.
Who would have thought I'd be busier during my week off work than when I'm working?
Anyway, so, I implore my f-list for some cheer up.
Pwease?
I've never asked for anything like this before, so I don't know what kind of response I will get (none? Probably none. ;___;). But, if you feel like sparing a few minutes and writing me some cheer up porn, or fluff, or even just posting adorable kittens and/or boy-love piccys, I would adore anyone who took the time to cheer me up a bit.
Also, app deadlines are looming in 2 weeks, and although I've already sent them off, it's weighing on my mind. After Dec. 15, the uni's will start having all their apps in, which means they'll start making decisions. Which means I get to go through hell - again - as the rejection letters roll in.
So, basically, cheer-ups? Pwease?
First of all, I'm working on the last 2 chappies of my Pray the Gay Away thing, I swear. It's just, with Thanksgiving and Christmas decorating and shopping and cooking and KNITTING MY FUCKING FINGERS OFF TO MEET THE MONDAY DEADLINE, my life has been hectic the last few days.
Who would have thought I'd be busier during my week off work than when I'm working?
Anyway, so, I implore my f-list for some cheer up.
Pwease?
I've never asked for anything like this before, so I don't know what kind of response I will get (none? Probably none. ;___;). But, if you feel like sparing a few minutes and writing me some cheer up porn, or fluff, or even just posting adorable kittens and/or boy-love piccys, I would adore anyone who took the time to cheer me up a bit.
Also, app deadlines are looming in 2 weeks, and although I've already sent them off, it's weighing on my mind. After Dec. 15, the uni's will start having all their apps in, which means they'll start making decisions. Which means I get to go through hell - again - as the rejection letters roll in.
So, basically, cheer-ups? Pwease?
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Date: 2010-11-27 03:41 am (UTC)http://beesandbrews.livejournal.com/187371.html
Jantosparkle is having a pornsgiving comment ficfest here. http://community.livejournal.com/jantosparkle/4581.html It's running all weekend, perhaps others will turn up and add to the fun.
In the mean time, hang in there!
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Date: 2010-11-27 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-27 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-27 04:14 am (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHfyad6Jitk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bXeQ7baYEE&feature=channel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQdQlFbcLow&feature=channel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70qjPBI-kr0
The third one is probably my favorite. Hope this helps cheer you up!
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Date: 2010-11-27 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-27 04:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-27 04:58 am (UTC)Arthur's scarf is long, long, and it catches on the hinge of the door, yanking him back in. There's a moment of shock, and then Eames snickers. "Need help getting dressed in the morning, love?" he asks, and Arthur levels him a very mean glare, but Eames is used to such things by now, and he walks over where Arthur's trying to get his scarf untangled, looking more and more like he wants to shoot something. Eames doesn't ask why Arthur doesn't just unwrap it from around his neck. He knows the answer. Arthur's a stubborn bastard, and Eames loves him for it.
Eames' fingers are thieves' fingers, quick and deft. He untangles the scarf from the door, and Arthur's eyes slide towards him.
"Thanks," he says quietly, and there's still a smoky residue of frustration in his voice, but it evaporates as Eames walks back to his desk as if nothing has happened. So Arthur clears his throat again. "Thanks," he repeats.
"I heard you the first time," Eames says easily, and Arthur smiles slightly and tucks his scarf back into his coat. Something is going to happen one day, Eames thinks. Maybe not today. But something.
It's snowing outside, and Arthur has a beautiful scarf, and Arthur is beautiful himself, even more so when he is unsure. However, it's that uncertainty that's going to make them, and Eames is satisfied to wait it out -- it's winter, but winter always ends.
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Date: 2010-11-27 05:01 am (UTC)And the last line: so perfectly optimistic ^.^ Just the sort of thing I was looking for. *hugs*
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Date: 2010-11-27 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-27 05:49 am (UTC)Oh my gosh, so fookin' cute!!!!!!
*accepts flowers from Jack*
Thanks ^.^
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Date: 2010-11-27 05:11 am (UTC)"I'm not sure this is the most appropiate location for this," Ianto quipped and his husband glared.
"Come here," he spoke, patting the space beside him, "and give me your hands."
However, he did as he was told and handed his hands over. Jack placed them on his stomach where after half a minute, he felt movement. It couldn't be, could it? He looked up at Jack's huge grin.
"That's the twins?" he asked and his husband nodded.
"That's what I was feeling earlier, but I couldn't tell you in front of the kids," Jack told him.
"Oh, this is...," he started and shook his head. He was at a loss for words to describe this. Instead, he reached up and kissed Jack on the lips.
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Date: 2010-11-27 05:49 am (UTC)Love it, thank you!
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Date: 2010-11-27 06:05 am (UTC)He'd already read it once and now just his favorite bits, and those of the previous owner, with his feet buried into the warm sand, his knees pressed against his chest, his book opened on the ground in front of him. The sun was warm on his back, he knew he’d be burnt, could feel the skin stretching tight across his shoulders but didn’t care. It was better than being in the tiny, dark cottage where he was unwanted, or the sprawling hotel where he was only wanted for his ability to obey orders and keep quiet. Here it was warm but there was a breeze off the sea, and he was alone, with nothing but the wind and his own thoughts. Or rather, he had been alone for the first two weeks of the summer before someone else had discovered his cove.
At first, Sirius Black had merely stood on the bluff, his hands settled deep into his pockets, and watched the horizon, Remus had supposed. After a few days, Remus had begun to believe that maybe he couldn’t be seen after all but had checked the vantage point himself and discovered that there was nothing else to see beyond the horizon and Remus. Then Remus thought maybe Sirius was plotting revenge for some prank that James had probably masterminded, House pride prevailing enough that the fact that Remus was rarely involved matter little. No revenge came, though, and Sirius seemed content enough to keep his distance and watch and Remus relaxed enough to let him get on with it and not spare another thought for the strange proclivities of Slytherins.
It was only three days after Remus let his guard go that Sirius ventured down, scrabbling down the steep path on his bottom and then picking his careful way through the sand to where Remus sat and Remus wished he hadn't left his wand hidden beneath the loose floorboard in his bedroom. Remus had to fight the very unGryffindor-like urge to run away as he remembered Sirius’ skill when they’d learned to duel. He’d bested James that day, though Remus’ sense of fair play wouldn’t let him forget that Sirius had never used more force than necessary to disarm James and had returned his wand immediately. It was that memory that let Remus sit still and quiet while Sirius came to stand a few feet away, waiting it seemed until Remus looked up.
When he finally did, Sirius dropped to his knees and crawled forward, startling Remus though he only sat up straighter, his mouth falling open slightly as if he might warn Sirius off but thought better of it. Sirius sat cross-legged next to Remus and pulled out a lumpy package from his pocket. He took his time unwrapping it and Remus couldn’t help but watch, leaning forward a bit, thinking about curiosity and cats and any number of other warnings that his mother had drilled into him when he was still young enough to listen and be frightened by them.
Finally the package was unwrapped and Remus could see they were biscuits, thick, moist, almond flavored biscuits sprinkled with icing sugar. Remus had offered plates and plates of them at lunches and teas at the dining room in the hotel, never allowed to have one for himself. When he didn’t take one right away, Sirius picked one up and held it out for Remus. For a moment, he had a vision of Sirius leaning over his cauldron, potions and poisons at his ready, and looked at Sirius for a long time before he finally took the biscuit, his breakfast a distant memory, and nibbled on the edges, savouring it, his eyes on the horizon. When he was finished and had licked his fingers clean, Sirius held out the second biscuit and after a beat, Remus took it, too. Sirius shoved the napkin into his pocket and dusted his hands of icing sugar, his lips quirking up into a half smile. For a while, they sat still in silence, looking out over the water, until Sirius looked at his watch and picked his way back up the bluff, gone without a word.
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Date: 2010-11-27 06:16 am (UTC)I...I don't even know. My gosh.
I think you might have made me cry a bit. The sunny days, the warm air, the sweet, adorable, newly-blossoming relationship...
*wibble wibble*
*hugs escribo tight tight tight*
Thank you!!
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Date: 2010-11-27 08:11 am (UTC)http://lepetitpirate.livejournal.com/11748.html
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Date: 2010-11-27 11:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-27 03:17 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-11-27 10:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-28 05:47 am (UTC)http://tinyurl.com/2djhx5b
That's supposed to be a link to the last one on the page, with the cute kitten surprise!
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Date: 2010-11-29 04:11 pm (UTC)Thank you!! Adorableness!!