So, I was reading fandom_secrets and you know what? None of the manga stuff makes a lick of sense to me. Same/uke? Yaoi? And the drawing style is often so similar I have no idea if I'm seeing stuff all on one comic/series or what
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The thing is, Rodney tells himself, he isn't stupid and he isn't sentimental. He doesn't become attached to projects; if he doesn't like letting them go, it's because some of them have to go and stand in hideous chrome office buildings or a nouveau-riche's overdone penthouse and marble deserves better than that.
John deserves better. Rodney rolls his eyes at his reflection in the mirror; he looks like a crazy man with toothpaste foam around his mouth. It's fitting because he feels crazy, strung out and at loose ends, rubbing at his chest and thinking of antacids because heartburn is the only way he can think to explain the hot-edged emptiness underneath his ribs.
On autopilot he pads in the direction the kitchen, because self-pity requires caffeine and sighs when he hears rustling coming from beyond the doorway. Stupid impatient cat, like he's going to starve if he has to wait two extra minutes.
And of course you would stop just before the good part! *wails* I vants moar!!!! pwetty pwease?
I can't help myself, but this is just so incredibly hot--and he's a statue! *flails helplessly at the sheer crackality of it all* And I loves it. Oh I loves it and I's be begging for moar...........! *begs*
The thing is, Rodney tells himself, he isn't stupid and he isn't sentimental. He doesn't become attached to projects; if he doesn't like letting them go, it's because some of them have to go and stand in hideous chrome office buildings or a nouveau-riche's overdone penthouse and marble deserves better than that.
John deserves better. Rodney rolls his eyes at his reflection in the mirror; he looks like a crazy man with toothpaste foam around his mouth. It's fitting because he feels crazy, strung out and at loose ends, rubbing at his chest and thinking of antacids because heartburn is the only way he can think to explain the hot-edged emptiness underneath his ribs.
On autopilot he pads in the direction the kitchen, because self-pity requires caffeine and sighs when he hears rustling coming from beyond the doorway. Stupid impatient cat, like he's going to starve if he has to wait two extra minutes.
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Thanks, very much, really.
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I can't help myself, but this is just so incredibly hot--and he's a statue! *flails helplessly at the sheer crackality of it all* And I loves it. Oh I loves it and I's be begging for moar...........! *begs*
<3
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"How. What? You? I just. Pfft. And? How?"
And John becoming golden and green and dark hair, warm and soft. SO MUCH LOVE.
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oh awesome
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