I don't know where my heart is
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nymeria. She told me to say that. She, cryogenia and mikkeneko have dominion over my journal temporarily.
I'm gonna be away for a little while, there's some things I need to do, and I can't do them here.
So I declare a FIC-SPAM POST! Hit me with your best shot, by now y'all should know what I like (ooooooo twincest) but go with what moves you. I'm also tossing in the theory of SPF/NR RPS, so you if you can figure out what all those letters mean and feel like going for it, power to you.
And if you dun wanna write, just say hi, or post stupid pictures or songs or your face.
-"The sun was out for far too long today."
-"I can't see straight, but the two of you look awfully pretty."
-snuggling under big comforters
-one person loosening another's tie
-cinnamon
-Chocolate
And if you need me, you know how to find me, and if you don't know how that is, it's not hard to find someone who does.
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. ♥
nymeria. She told me to say that. She, cryogenia and mikkeneko have dominion over my journal temporarily.I'm gonna be away for a little while, there's some things I need to do, and I can't do them here.
So I declare a FIC-SPAM POST! Hit me with your best shot, by now y'all should know what I like (ooooooo twincest) but go with what moves you. I'm also tossing in the theory of SPF/NR RPS, so you if you can figure out what all those letters mean and feel like going for it, power to you.
And if you dun wanna write, just say hi, or post stupid pictures or songs or your face.
-"The sun was out for far too long today."
-"I can't see straight, but the two of you look awfully pretty."
-snuggling under big comforters
-one person loosening another's tie
-cinnamon
-Chocolate
And if you need me, you know how to find me, and if you don't know how that is, it's not hard to find someone who does.
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. ♥
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Date: 2006-09-26 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-26 12:33 pm (UTC)everyone is leaving! first wofl! then tim! now may!
CHAOS. DOOM. DESTRUCTION.
DESTROYDESTROYDESTROY.
Part 1 - Best LoVe fic EVER
Date: 2006-09-26 02:18 pm (UTC)"The sun was out far too long today," he drawled, as only he could. Veronica looked up at him with a smirk.
"Why Logan Echolls, if you mean what I think you mean..."
Their special moment was soon interrupted by a very inebriated Dick. He stumbled toward them with a bottle of Jack Daniels sloshing around at his side.
"I can't see straight, but the two of you look awfully pretty," he slurred, raising his bottle to them.
"Dick, go home," Veronica said, glaring at him.
"Come on, sweetie, he actually said something nice to us," Logan pointed out.
"Damn straight! You guys are the prettiest pair I've ever seen. I mean it, though it might be the booze talking. Logan is starting to look a little too pretty, if you know what I mean." Dick winked at Logan, with this last comment.
"Um, maybe we should just move along," Logan said, his eyes darting around.
"Yeah, I want this pretty guy all for myself." Veronica smiled and waved goodbye to the staggering Dick.
Part 2 - Best LoVe fic EVER
Date: 2006-09-26 02:27 pm (UTC)"Uh, honey? I'm not wearing a tie. We were just walking on the beach, remember?"
"Shhh. Our clothes haven't been described. The readers don't know. Just play along," Veronica whispered, continuing to loosen his tie. She removed it and tied it around his eyes.
"Remember how there isn't really a tie? This pretend stuff is getting me pretty hot, but if you're trying to blindfold me the lack of tie thing doesn't really work out. I can still see and...Ohhh." Logan was cut off by the pleasure she was eliciting having removed his actual shirt and now running her finger nails up and down his massive chest.
"Shut up and play along, damnit!"
Logan liked it when she took control. She lead him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. She climbed onto his lap and continued kissing him.
"You look amazing...I mean, I wish I could see you, but this damn blindfold..." Logan stammered.
"Good job, Logan. You're getting the hang of it now," Veronica smiled and started crawling under the comforters, beckoning Logan to join her. Soon they were happily snuggling under the comforters.
"I've always said cuddling shouldn't be the best part, but this is pretty sweet. However, I'm noticing we haven't done any pre-cuddling activities," Logan said with a touch of disappointment in his voice.
"Just you wait," Veronica said, smiling and giving him a kiss.
Part 3 - Best LoVe fic EVER
Date: 2006-09-26 02:44 pm (UTC)Logan could smell her coming back. Smell? Usually he just heard her, but this time it was her smell that came first. She smelled hot. Actually, it would better be described as 'spicy'. She smelled like cinnamon.
"I know I've often wanted to bring a little 'spice' into the bedroom, but this isn't what I had in mind," Logan said as she climbed back into the bed.
"Just take a lick. It's hotter than you think," Veronica said, leaning down over him. Logan licked across her chest.
"Wow! That is hot! And I mean that in the spicy sense...what kind of cinnamon is that?" Logan coughed.
"China extra hot. You like?" she cooed, sprinkling some on Logan's rock hard abs and licking a pattern through it. "Mmmm." Logan ran his fingers through her hair and then pulled her back up to him to share their hottest kiss ever. At least their spiciest. Unless you count that time after they got extra hot Chinese food.
"I've got another surprise for you" she teased. Before he knew what was going on she had squeezed chocolate sauce all over his chest.
"What the...oh god that's sticky," he said, still not sure if he was turned on or disgusted. He was soon to find his answer when she pulled off her top and threw off her bra before pressing her soft chest into his chocolatey one. "Ohhh," he moaned into her mouth as they kissed.
"Just think of it as really sticky mud wrestling. You have to admit it tastes great with the cinnamon," she bent down and licked across his chest.
"I have to say, Veronica Mars, you're full of surprises," Logan said tearing off the tie blindfold and moving on top of her, "Never a dull moment."
Veronica giggled, knowing that the real meal would be better than the dessert-first cuddling.
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Date: 2006-09-26 03:00 pm (UTC)I know what SPF/NR RPS stands for! But I don't want to go there. I'm so much better at bad Logan/Veronica stuff. Although this is my first written without your powers. I had your suggestions to keep it going though. I guess I was feeling inspired this morning.
And I had to repost this because my link didn't work...uh hopefully it does this time.
Oh no, BDS fic.
Date: 2006-09-26 03:13 pm (UTC)And also because that picture you just posted is helping me tell them apart.Re: Oh no, BDS fic.
Date: 2006-09-26 03:15 pm (UTC)Re: Oh no, BDS fic.
Date: 2006-09-26 03:21 pm (UTC)And then, not again, it's Grimly's voice, unrelenting and overexcited, "I told you this was one big man! Who do you know who could lift up a toilet, right?"
"One of them threw it, obviously," Smecker replies, waltzing in and stopping him from saying anything further. "And, Grimly, my coffee's gotten cold. A large, this time, will you?"
Re: Oh no, BDS fic.
Date: 2006-09-26 03:22 pm (UTC)Re: Oh no, BDS fic.
Date: 2006-09-26 03:27 pm (UTC)And maybe it would've worked if there'd been a lock on the door, but there isn't, and Murphy's made his way inside.
Connor would've pummeled him if he hadn't just looked so fuckin' hurt.
Re: Oh no, BDS fic.
Date: 2006-09-26 03:29 pm (UTC)"You're sure?" the other guy asks, and of course he's sure.
Re: Oh no, BDS fic.
Date: 2006-09-26 03:32 pm (UTC)And still, he finds his gaze drawn to those crosses, and something isn't right.
Re: Oh no, BDS fic.
Date: 2006-09-26 03:48 pm (UTC)And Murphy’s eyes, all dilated and shit, like they’re gonna fuckin’ break, and what’s it matter if they’re brothers? Nobody’s gonna care in the long run. You can go to jail for this shit, yeah, but it’s not like the neighbors aren’t doin’ worse anyway, so–
Re: Oh no, BDS fic.
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Date: 2006-09-26 06:29 pm (UTC)Their countenances at the scene of his murder had since been reversed. Conner stood stoicly, staring at nothing in particular. Murphy wept like a child, clutching his rosary so tight he thought the marks would never fade.
Da had disappear for the time being, presumably to work on plans to take out his former employer, than man to whom he owed his freedom.
They returned to the small, dingy hotel alone. Connor sat on the bed and continued to stare at the wall. Murph wiped his face on his sleeve and tried to stop crying.
"I'm gonna go shower Con, ya comin?"
Silence...and more staring.
"Con please, I need ya. Everything is so fucked up now...I just need to feel ya."
Immovable.
When it appeared that words were useless, Murphy stood in front of his twin, trying to make contact with the icey blue orbs that seemed blind in their constancy.
When that too failed, he simply grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the small bathroom. He locked the door (just in case) and pulled Connor's Jacket off of him.
Next came the tie, something borrowed from Doc. They never dressed up this much, not even for church but they felt like Roc deserved it.
Murphy held the black knot in shaking hands and fumbled with it hesitantly, never quite knowing how the damn things worked. Con always did and undid both of their's.
After about thity seconds and two languages worth of cursing, Connor gently pulled the dark twin's hands away and undid it himself, tossing it on the counter.
He then pressed his bronze forehead to Murphy's paler one and sighed.
"Ya always were shite with any kind of knots. Couldn't even tie yer own damn shoes till ya were 10."
Murphy made an indignant sort of sound and was then silenced with strong, familiar lips.
"What d'ya think is goin'ta happen next, Con?"
"Don't know. But you'll be there, so I dont guess it really matters."
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:58 pm (UTC)The best times, Connor thinks, are the times when he doesn’t remember that he is a wanted man, or that he’s been living everyday in a duck and run whirlwind of chaos and violent; the best times are when the only thing he can feel is his brother moving against him - in him – and he feels like if this were the last thing he felt before he died, he might be okay with that.
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:58 pm (UTC)Murphy knows from the beginning that having their father around is going to be a problem; remembers, vaguely, what it was like when they were little, all the rules, the quick snap of his father’s voice as he barks out an order, but more than anything, he resents how young Il Duce makes him feel and he can’t even make himself feel better with a kiss from Connor because he’s sure his father would disapprove of that too.
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:58 pm (UTC)His hand is shaking, but he doesn’t let go of the fingers gripping his - knows, somewhere in the back of his mind that this is an end, that there are tears rolling down his face and that makes him a pussy - but no one would dare tell Connor that; not when Murphy is struggling to draw breath, a thin line of blood dribbling down over his chin, and when Connor leans down and kisses his brother, he can’t help but feel as if something has been torn from his chest because he knows this will be the last time.
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:59 pm (UTC)Murphy can’t help but wonder sometimes – especially the times when there are two guns in his hands and the bullets are rendering carnage all around him, choked expressions on his victim’s faces – if they will find that everything they have believed in, have stood for was nothing but some intricate lie of humanity and the cosmos; that nothing awaits them in the afterlife; it keeps him awake sometimes, tossing and turning and wondering if they are desperately, unforgivably wrong.
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:59 pm (UTC)There is a side to his brother that most people don’t know, but when Connor is just awake, mind fuzzy with sleep and warm in their bed, it never ceases to amaze Murphy that his brother can be so gentle; a touch on his cheek or a whisper of his lips across his collarbone, and Murphy is overwhelmingly glad knowing that this side of Connor is his and his alone
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:59 pm (UTC)Connor knows, has heard from so many different sources, that twins have some sort of ethereal connection, but when he and Murphy manage to thoughtlessly, mindlessly move with each other, blend into one singular unit – perfect poetry whether they’re shooting mobsters or making love – he likes to believe that this is something special that they share, just between the two of them.
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Date: 2006-09-26 11:06 pm (UTC)It’s hard, Murphy thinks, and he’s growing more frustrated every day with relearning the world through sound and touch and smell, but he hasn’t really been given much choice – a stray bullet causing a gas tank to explode has taken his eyes from him – and yet, just when he thinks things like too hard or I give up his brother is there, soothing his temper, comforting his fears, and reminding him that if there he has nothing else, Murphy has his Connor.
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Date: 2006-09-26 11:09 pm (UTC)He’s on the floor and his hands are tied to a chair and somewhere across the room his brother is screaming at them both; but none of the discomfort matters because Rocco is whispering final words in Murphy’s ear and the darker twin feels his eyes begin to blur, but he chokes it back, swallows the feeling of despair, and refuses to cry because that would mean he’s let them win and he can’t do that, if not for his own sake, than for Rocco’s.
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Date: 2006-09-27 01:59 am (UTC)Connor swears – to God and his brother – that they’ll get their revenge, they’ll shoot the murdering bastard that killed Rocco in the head, but as the weeks and months go by and his father tells him to be patient and plans are laid and preparations made, Connor finds that the hardest thing to do in the world is to wait.
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Date: 2006-09-27 01:59 am (UTC)There’s a difference, Murphy notices, between the Connor that he sees in their apartment – sometimes grumpy and irritable, sometimes playful and laughing – and the cold, emotionless killer that Connor becomes when they are The Saints, when they are famous and deadly; Murphy doesn’t know as if there’s anything he can do about the change, but he certainly knows which he prefers.
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Date: 2006-09-27 02:00 am (UTC)Neither of them remember how they discovered it, but Connor was quick to take advantage of it, loves the way his brother screams louder, kisses deeper, comes harder when he whispers commands in his ear, tells him when, what, and how to move, tells him that Murphy belongs to Connor and Connor alone.
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Date: 2006-09-27 02:00 am (UTC)There’s something that’s been ragged and gaping and utterly wrong with Murphy’s heart ever since Connor announced that he was getting married; and now, years later after what seems like an eternity of living on his own, Murphy finds his brother and his pretty wife in his shit-box apartment all he can do is choke around the lump in his throat and nod when Connor asks if he wants to hold his newborn nephew.
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Date: 2006-09-27 06:07 pm (UTC)I was gonna write this huge long BDS/SPN crossover where Connor and/or murphy gets bitten by some mythical creature (read vampire/werewolf) when they invade some mobster's home, and then Sam and Dean are chasing them around Boston and then other things happen and stuff, but then I remembered I had to work in 20 minutes, so it's not gonna happen. Not right now at least.
It's probably dumb anyways. I suck at plot. I'll just stick to pwp. Yeah. I'll write more of that for you later when I get home WILL YOU BE BACK BEFORE I LEAVE FOR MASSACHUSETTES?!?! D:
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Date: 2006-09-28 03:08 pm (UTC)Logan/Veronica = hot. Maybe I'll get season 2 when I get my first paycheck. That would rock. I have nothing cool to say. But HIII!! My room is getting empty!!
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Date: 2006-09-28 11:14 pm (UTC)SPIDERKAZOOIE!
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