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12 January 2006 @ 02:01 pm
Cannibals and Sharon the Ostritch.  
It turns out that maybe the Donner family didn't eat anybody. They did eat their pet dog Uno, but their wagon broke down and they didn't quite make it to the cannibal party. The things you learn.

Other things I have learned: murphy's oil soap leaves a really thick something or other on the wood, even after you mop it off as the directions say you should. I suppose that is to be expected, given the fact that it calls itself a 'laminating' soap.

And lastly, I'm watching the Discovery channel and it keeps blowing my mind. They do the coolest things! Now there's this professor and his undergrad assistant role playing as T-Rex and Triceratops, and it's blowing my mind that there's enough in a department budget to pay for an undergrand assistant to run around on a salt flat in a weird metal box, pretending to be a T-Rex to his professor's Triceratops.

Also? They've trained an ostritch to run on a treadmill. It's really funny.

How are you doing today, livejournals? Because I'm clearly still. bored. *sigh*
Current Mood: groggygroggy
pure FORESHADOWINGnifra_idril on January 13th, 2006 07:04 pm (UTC)
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In the dark, where the Captain's shirts ride up, Helo's arm is outlined against it, dark, hand disappearing down the back of the Captain's pants, and Galen can -- he can imagine what that would feel like, he can, but he isn't, he isn't thinking how it would be to be pressed up against Helo's broad chest, hsi warm skin, feel Helo squeezing his ass like that, it's not -- it's not right to think about it, maybe worse to be watching it, but he can't make himself stop watching Lee, because it's so different than anything he's ever seen, nearly savage. Desperate, scratching at Helo's shoulders, hips moving hard and fast against Helo's cursing the zipper holding Helo's pants up, and Helo keeps chanting his name, real low, "Lee, Leel, we --" tossing his head against the cold glass behind him, his eyes shuttered shut, his tongue sweeping out to lick his lips, like he's trying to kiss Lee again, even though Lee's busy lower down, even though Lee's practically frakking devouring Helo's shoulders, his arms, running his tongue along Helo's collarbone, and Galen's trying to be quiet himself, he's trying so hard not to stand up, to walk over and hold Lee still and back close against him, to just press Lee's hands to the door on either side of Helo's head, to strip his shirts totally off and make a map of his smooth back with fingers, and lips, and he's not going to, he's going to roll over but then Helo's eyes find his, and Helo's free hand reaches toward him, fingers curling back, "Come on," he grates, "Aphrodite, Galen, just --"

He does.
Adoable Frunk: brad surrenderlyra_sena on January 13th, 2006 07:14 pm (UTC)
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GUH. *fans self madly*

(also, wow, Faulkner is being channeled for BSG now, hmmm?)
pure FORESHADOWING: Bad Example! - Snowflakesleepnifra_idril on January 13th, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)
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No, that was mainly just me being like "Wheee! Run ons!" Faulkner being channeled for BSG would look maybe more like this:

Dark, and the jail was quiet, save the lick suck scrape, Lee's teeth to Helo's hip bone, Galen's gasp to Helo's ear and this, Galen knows, is not his right, the hands that hold him not his, not to be his ever, these hands -- the strong ones, pinning his wrists, Helo's fingers tight against his wristbone, eyes green and wanting in the dark, shining phospherescent into his own and Galen wants these hands, but they belong on a different body, holding the fragile curve of woman hips, Sharon's hips, beneath what passes for her skin, inhuman, strange but familiar, so familiar and Galen's fingers twitch for it, twitch against the wiry hair of Helo's forearm, and he: Please, frak - just, Galen, please, and over his shoulder the sharp grin of acknowledgement, Lee's twist of lips, bright teeth, fast fingers fluttering over Helo who stands between them, thick body and those eyes, that green lit from behind, and Lee, who has always ordered him before, who he trust, Lee grabs his own hand, places Galen's palm against Helo's cock, flattens it there, says, Give him what he needs, Chief, and he, too afraid, still feeling the phantom brush of Sharon's hair against his neck, her breath against his lips, he swallows hard, and Helo cups his jaw says, You can close your eyes if you want, and he does, uses his fingers to see, so this, too, won't burn, an image held to froever.
.: helo could be my hero (foolish_desire)hackthis on January 13th, 2006 07:30 pm (UTC)
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Stop playing with Faulker and come play with me and the boys.
pure FORESHADOWING: Dis Posse!nifra_idril on January 13th, 2006 07:37 pm (UTC)
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I should never play with Faulkner in public.

And Goddamnit, I wish I could keep playing all day, but I have to go do things, like...now! *sighs and kicks at dirt* All I wanna do is write porn with you, but I gotta be a person. Life sucks.
.: helo could be my hero (foolish_desire)hackthis on January 13th, 2006 07:42 pm (UTC)
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You are chosing life over being Helo and Lee's sex toy? You are a stronger woman than I ;)

.: helo (foolish_desire)hackthis on January 13th, 2006 11:12 pm (UTC)
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Adoable Frunk: Happy!Starbuck - pumahmistresslyra_sena on January 13th, 2006 07:56 pm (UTC)
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*happy content*

I can go with this, too, m'dear.
.hackthis on January 13th, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
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Surreal. That the only word that comes to Galen's mind as Helo's hands reach around Lee and yank at Galen's clothes. Galen's not even sure how his feet got him this far in the dark, but Lee and Helo have this pull, this magnetic attraction with their wet mouths and hooded eyes, and he couldn't have said no even if he'd wanted to. Who wouldn't want to be there, with then, and this whatever this is. There's some gap in the space-time continuium that's allowed this to happen, and Galen's on some other plane, some time where they've defeated the Cylons and he has this thing with the CAG and Helo where Lee's fingers on him, pulling at his clothes, moving his arms and pulling his shirts over his head. It's some other life where Helo's fingers are rubbing Galen's neck, the thumb of his hand rubbing that soft spot just behind Galen's left ear, and someone's making these noises, it's probably him. And then Helo's kissing him, and Galen doesn't remember much of anything, because Helo is 100 percent male, and his kisses are deep and hard, and Galen's toes curl in his boots so hard that they cramp.

"Mind if I get in here?" filters into Galen's brain and he gasps loudly when Helo pulls away, bright eyes dark, and Helo's mouth, Hera, why hasn't Galen noticed Helo's mouth before? Galen's head is turned by Lee's hand pulling his chin in Lee's direction and why is Galen wasting his time thinking when the Captain's shirtless and standing between him and Helo?

Once upon a time, Galen was a smart man, but who needs to be smart, when Lee Adama is smiling at him with those white teeth and a smirk on his face that can only mean good things for Galen. Lee – Lee – Lee – Galen can touch Lee and his fingers are tentative for only a moment before they're tangling in dark brown hair and meeting Lee in the sort of kiss that makes Galen's teeth hurt.

If Galen thought kissing Helo was mind-shattering, kissing the CAG is like every holiday and every birthday rolled into one mind-altering stroke of a wet tongue after another. Lee kisses like he flies, as though every kiss might be the last, and Galen's hands are greedy on Lee's torso. Stroking, mapping, finding ribs and thin scars. His fingers pinching Lee's nipples unmercilessly, until he's distracted by a body pressing behind him, and Helo's hands are on Galen's hips. Those enormous, striking hands are unfastening Galen's pants.
pure FORESHADOWING: Bad Example! - Snowflakesleepnifra_idril on January 13th, 2006 07:35 pm (UTC)
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"Frak," he whispers, and his sweatshirt is pulled off, "Frak me, Zeus," he says again, as Helo pushes his pants down, as Helo's thumb and forefinger rub lightly over the head of his cock, circling it. One hand holds him in place, and Helo keeps murmuring against his ear, not real words, just soft, hot sounds, warm breath enough to make him shiver and buck as Lee licks over his neck, his chest, like he did to Helo, like he's comparing them almost, making some kind of study of the two of them. Galen's head falls back into the cradle of Helo's shoulder, and he arches his neck, his eyes shuttering shut.

"Gods," he whimpers when Lee's hand smoothes down his stomach, over his hips, when Lee's fingers tangle with Helo's, "Oh, Frak, Frak *me*," he can't stop saying, and he's moving much too fast now, talking much too loud until Helo kisses him again. To shut him up, he knows that, he knows they have to be quiet, have to be smart, have to - have to -

But, *frak*, who can think like this? Who can think with Helo's hard cock pressing up against the small of his back, Helo's tongue deep in his mouth, and Lee's body pressed against his from the front, solid and hard, too, and their hands - like a competition, like they're trying to see who can -- Galen can't stop himself, whimpering into Helo's mouth, pushing into their hands, Zeus, so many fingers, so much, too much and he comes too fast, he knows it's too fast, knows they'd do it slower if they could, knows these two would keep playing him between them like this as long as they could, but he can't stop it, comes so hard his whole body tenses, and after Helo rubs at his hip. Gentling him, bringing him back, until he can finally open his eyes, look at Lee in front of him, eyes sparkling as he whispers, "Who's next?"
secret clever name: sex3jane on January 14th, 2006 03:39 am (UTC)
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adafrog: Lee-watchforthepoliticsadafrog on January 14th, 2006 04:43 am (UTC)
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OMG hot. *fans self*
rebelliousrose: deliciousrebelliousrose on June 30th, 2008 04:45 am (UTC)
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Sweet flying monkeys, I think I need a shower.