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girlofprey) wrote2006-06-11 08:57 pm
girlofprey) wrote2006-06-11 08:57 pm
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Space, the Yorkshire Dales, its all pretty much the same
My nephew weed on my carpet. Can you feel my joy?
Still obsessed with Toby, The Beast, and Toby/anyone. Have come to the conclusion that Beast!Jefferson/Toby? Would be hot like burning. Writing is still as painful and slow to start as ever, though, so I've decided to instead take advantage of 24-hour Broadband, and indulge in some picspam :D
This is Carl. He is afraid of heights.
This causes some very interesting facial expressions.
Anyway, things happen, as they tend to do up ladders, and Carl (ETA: accidentally) KILLS A POSTMAN, OMG!
This is Hilarious.
Oh dear.
Carl essentially freaks out about it, for quite some time.
Though still manages to scare up a smile for the postman's wife when she ironically drops by.
Though not for long.
Finally, he runs off to get some help from his big brother Jimmy. With the body in the boot of his car. Jimmy is suprisingly lovely to him.
Though still quite distressed by his stupid.
But oh what's this? Scarysexy middle brother Matthew has turned up. And he's not as nice as he is nowadays, ladies and gentlemen. Oh no. Nice shirt, though.
Somehow he gathers that something is wrong.
So eyefucks Jimmy a bit.
Before staring at Carl for no reason.
Despite Carl's pleading, Jimmy tells him about the dead postman. Matthew is less than impressed.
Carl has to sit in the corner and think about what he's done.
The boys argue. Jimmy wants to put the body back where it fell and call the police, as they would have done otherwise. Matthew feels that the police will work out it's been moved and driven around in the back of a car for a while. Carl just generally falls apart.
Quite prettily though.
Matthew suggests that by calling the police, Jimmy would be sending Carl to prison himself.
Let's face it, he wouldn't last five minutes, would he?
Jimmy has his own brief, soaring moment of Kingcest.
Carl just generally looks pretty.
Basically, they go along with Matthew's plan. This involves breaking into the postman's house in the dark and making it look like he fell off the roof. In a tiny village where no-one lives more than ten feet away from each other, and people are constantly wandering about. But, you know, Soapworld. Anyway, it's also when Jimmy leaves Carl and Matthew alone for more than five minutes, and thus can be known as The Important Bit.
Matthew and Carl are in a garden. SADLY there is no snake around to tell them what to do.
Matthew wants to lick Carl's neck. Look at him. You can tell, can't you?
Carl is less than impressed by a joke Matthew makes about the corpse in the garden.
Matthew's still rather interested in licking Carl's neck.
Or maybe something else.
Oh yes.
Seeing that this whole in-a-garden-with-a-corpse situation is getting them nowhere, Matthew bundles Carl off to the pub.
Where he can show him off.
And, when Carl seems to be having doubts about the whole murder and sexy incest thing...
...Get him liquored up.
It is SUCH TRAGEDY that no-one ships them beside me.
Work tomorrow. Results (probably) on Friday, hence more train journeys on Thursday. Hopefully some fic, once I find an acceptable routine. Or just go crazy and write it all one day. Hopefully not all over a pile of filing.
Still obsessed with Toby, The Beast, and Toby/anyone. Have come to the conclusion that Beast!Jefferson/Toby? Would be hot like burning. Writing is still as painful and slow to start as ever, though, so I've decided to instead take advantage of 24-hour Broadband, and indulge in some picspam :D
This is Carl. He is afraid of heights.
This causes some very interesting facial expressions.
Anyway, things happen, as they tend to do up ladders, and Carl (ETA: accidentally) KILLS A POSTMAN, OMG!
This is Hilarious.
Oh dear.
Carl essentially freaks out about it, for quite some time.
Though still manages to scare up a smile for the postman's wife when she ironically drops by.
Though not for long.
Finally, he runs off to get some help from his big brother Jimmy. With the body in the boot of his car. Jimmy is suprisingly lovely to him.
Though still quite distressed by his stupid.
But oh what's this? Scary
Somehow he gathers that something is wrong.
So eyefucks Jimmy a bit.
Before staring at Carl for no reason.
Despite Carl's pleading, Jimmy tells him about the dead postman. Matthew is less than impressed.
Carl has to sit in the corner and think about what he's done.
The boys argue. Jimmy wants to put the body back where it fell and call the police, as they would have done otherwise. Matthew feels that the police will work out it's been moved and driven around in the back of a car for a while. Carl just generally falls apart.
Quite prettily though.
Matthew suggests that by calling the police, Jimmy would be sending Carl to prison himself.
Let's face it, he wouldn't last five minutes, would he?
Jimmy has his own brief, soaring moment of Kingcest.
Carl just generally looks pretty.
Basically, they go along with Matthew's plan. This involves breaking into the postman's house in the dark and making it look like he fell off the roof. In a tiny village where no-one lives more than ten feet away from each other, and people are constantly wandering about. But, you know, Soapworld. Anyway, it's also when Jimmy leaves Carl and Matthew alone for more than five minutes, and thus can be known as The Important Bit.
Matthew and Carl are in a garden. SADLY there is no snake around to tell them what to do.
Matthew wants to lick Carl's neck. Look at him. You can tell, can't you?
Carl is less than impressed by a joke Matthew makes about the corpse in the garden.
Matthew's still rather interested in licking Carl's neck.
Or maybe something else.
Oh yes.
Seeing that this whole in-a-garden-with-a-corpse situation is getting them nowhere, Matthew bundles Carl off to the pub.
Where he can show him off.
And, when Carl seems to be having doubts about the whole murder and sexy incest thing...
...Get him liquored up.
It is SUCH TRAGEDY that no-one ships them beside me.
Work tomorrow. Results (probably) on Friday, hence more train journeys on Thursday. Hopefully some fic, once I find an acceptable routine. Or just go crazy and write it all one day. Hopefully not all over a pile of filing.