SOS from the language lab
Mar. 1st, 2006 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousapelliI am in class, which is a special extra 3-hour session this week, where we are having a guest lecturer in the language lab.
He's teaching us to google. to google. I want to kill myself (like a rockstar,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darkeyedwolf).
omg write me comment porn plz.
ETA: i swear to god this just happened:
Professor: And then I can pull up any picture i want and use this great program here, sara are you watching?
me: YES.
Professor: You see i can drag the square over the picture and it takes a little picture of it! how exciting!
me: OMG USE APPLE+SHIFT+4.
Professor: But look, i can save it as files with all these different letters at the end!
me: THE IBOOK ISN'T SHARP ENOUGH.
and then he said: "Ooh, i think this link is a hot one."
COMMENT PORN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS WIRED AND HOLY.
He's teaching us to google. to google. I want to kill myself (like a rockstar,
darkeyedwolf). omg write me comment porn plz.
ETA: i swear to god this just happened:
Professor: And then I can pull up any picture i want and use this great program here, sara are you watching?
me: YES.
Professor: You see i can drag the square over the picture and it takes a little picture of it! how exciting!
me: OMG USE APPLE+SHIFT+4.
Professor: But look, i can save it as files with all these different letters at the end!
me: THE IBOOK ISN'T SHARP ENOUGH.
and then he said: "Ooh, i think this link is a hot one."
COMMENT PORN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS WIRED AND HOLY.
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Date: 2006-03-01 11:12 pm (UTC)I think you should criticize his technique. You know: wouldn't it be more effective if you looked for ("child porn" OR "kiddie porn") AND internet, instead of just child porn internet?
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Date: 2006-03-01 11:14 pm (UTC)seriously, i can't take it.
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Date: 2006-03-01 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-01 11:40 pm (UTC)The morning after the wedding, Wolfram von Biefeld woke up with an odd feeling. He figured it was one part post-wedding nerves, one part complete sexual satiation, and one part the slightly wide-eyed stare he was getting from his husband next to him.
"Um, Wolfram..." the Maou mumbled, and made a gesture beneath the covers. Wolfram obligingly slid underneath and began his connubial duties. Yuuri didn't say much that was actually words, beyond "Urk" and "Wolf-!" and the occasional "Yes!" until they were done, and Wolfram slid back up to rinse his mouth in the basin by the bed.
The pair lay there for a few moments, until Wolfram remembered that he hadn't actually finished himself, just Yuuri, and he was feeling a pleasant tightness on his groin. He rolled to look at Yuuri again, who was juuust starting to lose the mind-blown expression he always got in these situations. Yuuri swallowed, then spoke again. "Wolfram..." He again gestured under the coverlet.
"Take care of yourself this time, wimp!" Wolfram, annoyed, flipped over to stare out the window instead.
"Wolfram..." Yuuri touched his shoulder. "I was just...last night...you still have my underwear on, and a thong is kinda constricting."
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Date: 2006-03-02 12:02 am (UTC)*snerk* those boys. honestly, yuuri'll probably need a sex ed lesson even after they've been married a few weeks.
you don't know me but you SAID, comment porn
Date: 2006-03-01 11:45 pm (UTC)---
It's a warm spring evening and Ritsuka has decided he wants to lie in the grass on the hill, his ears flickering as the blades of grass brush against him. Soubi's sitting beside him, not talking or reading or drawing, or even thinking, really -- he's just sitting beside Ritsuka. He puts his hand beside Ritsuka's, not touching, but enough to feel the heat of his body, and he's not really surprised when Ritsuka turns his head lazily toward him and then rolls over and onto Soubi, pushing him down. Soubi goes willingly, bracing Ritsuka's hips with his hands. Ritsuka's hands curl on his chest slowly, uncurl again, and Soubi thinks he almost hears Ritsuka purr.
Soubi feels deliciously warm and languid. There's a yielding, brooding feeling that comes when Ritsuka straddles his hips like this, or when he lies down next to Soubi and curls up against him. He can't define it or explain it but he loves it. He lifts his chin, baring his throat in half-conscious invitation. Ritsuka licks his neck and he shivers.
Kio must be right. He must be some kind of pervert because right now all he wants to do is spread his legs and kiss Ritsuka, nuzzle at his face and chest and the sweet nape of his neck, while Ritsuka takes him, long and slow, rocking into Soubi and making him finally, finally, a part of Ritsuka.
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Date: 2006-03-02 12:10 am (UTC)and kio! any mention of kio is to the good. *purrs*
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Date: 2006-03-01 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 12:13 am (UTC)you're writing me sleepy and bewildered keita, riiiiight?
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Date: 2006-03-02 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 01:07 am (UTC)Tess feeds them rabbit food. Macrobiotic or low-carb or low-fat or organic or all of it. Danny can't remember. He can remember how far they had to run the wires to get through the window at the Rockwell exhibit, exactly what kind of wine he had the first time he saw Tess, and exactly how heavy the most perfect diamond in the United States felt like in his hand, but he can't remember what the green-leafed rabbit food he's eating is called.
"It's good for you," Tess says. And what he hears is "I'm controlling what you eat because I can't control what you do," and he knows that they're on their last legs, again, but he isn't ready to admit what that means, so he eats tasteless shit and pretends to go to a normal nine to five job when both of them know he couldn't ever manage it. But it's an illusion, and for the moment Tess makes herself all right with that.
He wonders how much she doesn't see, sometimes. He meets Rusty in Paris ("Sales conference," he tells Tess, winking and she smiles and centers the vase on the table in the den.) and they case a jewelry showing that's a little too easy to be fun, and a little too rich to leave alone.
Rusty eats Pringles one-by-one, and the salt glistens on his lip and when Danny leans in to taste it, he tells himself it's because of the rabbit food. Because if he had real food, he could resist the taste of salt and Rusty and the sharp tingle of it on his tongue when it tangles with Rusty's. (He stays on his diet in Paris, ordering whatever looks limp and green because if he can't be faithful to Tess' life and he can't be faithful to Tess' bed, he'll at least stick to her damn diet, and he could probably stand to lose a pound or two anyway.)
He only cheats while he's cheating, which is funny in one of those ways where it shouldn't be funny, but it is. He tastes the food - salty or sweet, full of calories or fat - off of Rusty's lips. Rusty dribbles too-sweet cheap ice cream down his stomach, the cold making muscles suck in and quiver, and Danny follows the path down, licking cold cream off hot skin. In his mind, he's thinking of the angle he could use to explain to Tess, but he doesn't think an angle will work, soon, and he's not sure if he's upset by that, or upset by the fact that he should be more upset.
When he sinks to his knees to suck Rusty off, Rusty grins - cocky and sensual, a mint between his teeth - and says he should have worn edible underwear. Rusty knows the angles, knows the lies and cons Danny uses to make this all right for them. (It's not all right. It's not what they should be doing. But Danny licks sweat and salt and icee flavor from the corner of Rusty's mouth and it can't be anything but RIGHT even if it isn't all right.)
When he sucks and swallows and Rusty slumps boneless onto the bed, Danny grins and neither of them make the joke that "at least it's organic" but it's in both their heads and they know that.
There's always empty pringle jars, candy wrappers, pretzel bags strewn across the bed and Danny always wonders if that would bother him, if he let this be an always-thing instead of a while-Tess-can't-see thing. Rusty sees the details, but Danny sees the big picture. The big idea. It's how he works. The little view is potato-chip kisses and heated nights between jobs. It's soft Tess arms around his shoulders and a low voice that says "I love you".
The big view is that when Rusty things he can't see, he watches Danny. The big view is that "I love you" will end with a "but" on the end. The big view is that the in-between is never enough.
Danny goes big. Hotel heists and jewel thefts. Ancient masks that are hard as hell to move. No halfway. NO small and safe and lucrative. The thrill is is in the hunt, not the kill, and a lion's more fun that a rabbit.
The big picture is that when you go big, you have to have something to go back to, and Danny's been stringing two somethings along for too long. Soon, he'll have to reel one in and let one go.
But for now, it's salt-and-sugar kisses and sweet arms and the vague feeling that this is RIGHT, even though it's wrong.
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Date: 2006-03-02 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 04:21 am (UTC)weird how that works isn't it?
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Date: 2006-03-02 09:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 02:57 am (UTC)And aw, Danny being all...like he's being about tess, and getting in over his head, and somehow Rusty with junk food just makes everything better.
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Date: 2006-03-02 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 01:42 am (UTC)As for comment porn...what's your poison? >__>
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Date: 2006-03-02 02:58 am (UTC)hope this hits the spot...
Date: 2006-03-02 05:20 am (UTC)"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." The statement came out a whole lot disgruntled and maybe a little awed.
"Rearwy?" Steve mumbled around the spoon in his mouth somehow managing to smug while eating ice cream. "I saw this coming from a mile away," the thief continued with a maddening smile that would have been smacked off his face. If Adam's wrists hadn't been bound to the headboard at the time.
Steve had suggested dinner at a nice place, jacket and ties, the whole nine yards.
Adam supposed he should have figured dessert would consist of vanilla ice cream and light bondage. He frowned.
"But ice cream? In February?"
Steve's smile was nothing short of devious as he swirled his spoon in his bowl and scooted closer along the bed. "Yes, ice cream." He dripped a cold, sticky path down his captive's chest and Adam shivered. "The hot fudge'll come later."
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Date: 2006-04-09 03:46 pm (UTC)ahahaha, you kill me, not in the smallest part because if somebody else is writing Adam/Steve, it means I am a fandom YAYZ.
Vanilla ice cream and light bondage! *dies* I adore you. Adam is so long-suffering, and Steve is devious and awesome.
And somewhere there is a rat going "bitches, you better bring that ice cream over here right now."
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Date: 2006-04-09 06:34 pm (UTC)Adam is so long-suffering because he secretly loves it and Steve is devious and awesome because he knows Adam loves that too. >D
And how do you think Steve kept him busy while he took advantage of Adam? Bwaha. >3
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Date: 2006-03-02 02:21 am (UTC)Still, they are too damn quiet. Kio stops his doodling and turns to see thema and finds Youji looking at him with that damn smirk of his, sprawled over the bed while Natsuo is over the floor licking Youji's hand, green eye closed as he...
Wait a minute.
Natsuo is doing what?!
Kio tries not to stare as he turns to see and yes, Natsuo is licking Youji's hand, tongue twirling over his fingers and Youji smirks a bit more before moving over the bed, nuzzling the redhead's neck, bitin an earlobe and sucking it over his mouth. Natsuo gives a moan and stops his apperitive of Youji's hand to move over the bed, turning Youji and straddling him and all too soon both of them are a tangle of thin arms and legs and kissing frantically in a way no twelve years old should know how to do and just how long has it's been since he has had any?
Kio's shock breaks at the same time that his pencil does when Youji (who is currently on top) starts rubbing his hips against Natsuo's.
Soubi finds Zero playing the RPG, or rather Youji playing while Natsuo's sprawled over the floor, head over the Sacrifice's thigh, twirling strands of blue hair over bandaged fingers.
"Did you behave?"
"We just played~" drawls Natsuo in that way that always seems to hint more, but Soubi doesn't take the bait and instead turns to see around.
"And Kio?"
"He's in the bathroom~"
Soubi wonders if he should ask why the Zero pair started to cackle but decides that it's none of his business and instead goes for a beer.
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Date: 2006-03-02 03:12 am (UTC)hahaha, excellent!
I really need to make myself an icon.
Date: 2006-03-02 02:41 am (UTC)"My mother was glad you could stay with me while they're gone," Asakawa says. "She says that you're a nice boy." He reaches up into a cupboard and Sato can't help looking at the place Asakawa's shirt pulls away from his jeans, at the dark roots showing through his bleached hair, at his mouth falling open as he reaches even higher.
A nice boy wouldn't stare like that. A nice boy wouldn't think about taking Asakawa by the shoulders and twisting him around and pushing his head back in a messy kiss. A nice boy wouldn't want to strip every piece of clothing off of Asakawa's body and rub his face over every inch of bare skin.
Which is why Sato gasps when Asakawa presses him against the counter top and kisses him until their mouths are watering and their dicks are hard and Sato's shirt is crumpled up.
"You're not a nice boy," Sato says, while Asakawa sucks on his neck and pushes his fingers down inside Sato's waistband.
Asakawa pulls away. "I'm not?" he says and his eyes are wide and hurt.
Stupid, Sato thinks. Stupid, stupid. "You are, you're very nice," he says and touches Asakawa's cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm the one who's not."
"I won't let anyone say that about you." Asakawa kicks Sato on the shin. "So take it back."
"Ow!" Sato grabs Asakawa around the waist. "I take it back. Okay?"
Asakawa doesn't answer, just moves in close and bites Sato's earlobe and bucks their hips together until Sato can hardly hear or see or breathe.
It's nice.
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Date: 2006-03-02 02:49 am (UTC)He KICKED HIM IN THE SHIN. IT IS SO ROMANTIC.
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Date: 2006-03-02 04:49 am (UTC)Re: I really need to make myself an icon.
Date: 2006-03-02 02:51 am (UTC)Oh Momo-chan-sempai, you know how to push all my buttons.
A nice boy wouldn't want to strip every piece of clothing off of Asakawa's body and rub his face over every inch of bare skin.
THAT IS THE PART WHERE I DIED. ♥♥♥
and then Asakawa KICKS him. yesyesyes~! Oh my god, I just can't love these two any more than i possibly do at this moment.
except for how much i love you.
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Date: 2006-03-02 04:52 am (UTC)Their love is so
kickytrue! But do you think Sato knows how to cook?Re: I really need to make myself an icon.
Date: 2006-03-02 04:59 am (UTC)Hmm, he might, but only pretty simple stuff. Like scrambled eggs. He can only make breakfast foods or something, so they end up eating breakfast for dinner for like three days running until Asakawa snaps and starts buying them dinner at the convenience store.
"Asakawa!" Sato's jaw drops a little at the size of the convenience store bag Asakawa thumps onto the table. "You didn't have to do that! The store is completely out of your way!"
"Trust me," Asakawa struggles to keep the grin from becoming a grimace. "I really did."
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Date: 2006-03-02 03:25 am (UTC)ps- gimme a fandom and you shall have your porn.
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Date: 2006-03-02 03:35 am (UTC)Occlumency isn't just a discipline for Severus any more
Date: 2006-03-02 06:08 am (UTC)Sometimes, though, when he's in bed, but neither alone nor asleep... that's when he'll let it go.
Evan Rosier isn't a trained Legilimens, but it doesn't matter. When they're pressed close together, the bed curtains drawn, Severus' hands tangled in Evan's hair as Evan's fingertips trace over his cheekbones and lips, there are no barriers between them.
If Severus leaves his eyes open, he can see Evan's face above him, and since Evan's eyes are closed in pleasure, he doesn't get the dizzying sensation of looking back at himself; but if he closes his eyes, he's no longer sure whose hand is wrapped around whose cock, or whose body surrounds the other with fierce heat, rocking back and forth in waves of bliss.
Even as they drift off to sleep afterwards, cooling sweat fusing their bodies together, their minds are joined too. It's a comfort to Severus, knowing so surely that he's not alone.
The Occlumency comes back, as it always does, sometime in the night. When they wake, they're in their separate heads again, even though they're curled closely enough together to make one shape under the covers.
Occlumency is a habit. But habits, at least, can be broken.
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Date: 2006-03-02 07:05 am (UTC)