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( From Jacob Black to Heathcliff to Han Solo )
I had so much fun at fall party! Adam was a great date. And we went out to eat before with Edgar and Hanna, which was really fun. My sisters all looked great. In summary: Fall Party '09 was a success.
So, it's the time of year for a sorority girl (that's me...oh, damn, I'm having Amanda Bynes flashbacks) to find a date for fall party. This sounds much easier than it is. At least for me. I'm going through my list of straight guy friends. Jack has a psychotic girlfriend. That's the end of the list. Shit. I don't know any straight guys. My list at this point was:
- Parker - funny, good dancer, knows all of my friends, freshman Pike (Pi Kappa Alpha).
- Edgar - the Edgar of previous posts. Funny, smart, total Southern gentleman, good dancer, everyone loves him, senior Lambda Chi.
- Ben - nice guy, good sense of humor, very involved in community service and stuff like that, senior Lamda Chi.
- Chris - good guy, funny, life of the party type, freshman Lambda Chi.
- Will - very smart, really sweet, in my history class, easy to talk to, freshman Lambda Chi.
- Adam - so. freaking. sweet. want to fold him up and put him in my pocket. funny, good dancer, nice guy, junior Lambda Chi
So, I decide ask Adam. I have a dress. I just needed the boy. I could not find him anywhere. I looked for him for two weeks. I don't have any classes with him, so I don't see him on a regular basis. I didn't see him in the caf or in the library or at the Lambda Chi house or walking around. I told Elizabeth about it, and she was like, "Oh, we're gonna get this done." Last night at the Lambda Chi house, she grabbed me by the wrist, told me she had seen him, and took me to find him. He wasn't where he had been, but we finally found him. I was standing in the hall, and she grabbed him and pulled him to me and said, "Adam, Amelia has something she wants to ask you." I said, "Well, this is awkard. Adam, do you want to go to fall party with me?" "Sure. Add me on facebook and send me the details." Well, damn. That was easy. I just hope LeAnn's right about gay boys doing it better.
The second half of the letter C.
So, the letter C is gonna have to be split in half. Too many hot men for one post.
( Hotness under the cut )
We've got bullriders, actors, singers, a gymnast, AMA riders, and a fisherman. And they're all damn fine.
So, I've decided that I'm making a list of hot men, A-Z. Please comment and give me your opinions. Also, let me know if you think I've left out someone crucial. Oh, and please feel free to give me suggestions for the next installment.
( hot men under the cut )
Chris Young is a country singer. IMO, he's gorgeous. He's tall, with broad shoulders and a deep voice, which is pretty much my recipe for hot.
Sophie: "Edgar! I'm gonna see you in like three minutes (he's the TA in her biology lab)."
Edgar: "Great!"
Sophie: "Lab's my favorite class."
Edgar: "Aww."
Sophie: "Not because of you. You kind of suck."
Edgar: "That's hurtful, Sophie. Did y'all get my emails?"
Sandra: "Yep. I deleted them. And I didn't read either one of them." (In her sarcastic bitch voice)
Edgar: *Makes a "don't fuck with me" face
Me: "Yeah, we got them."
Edgar: "Did you turn in your service hours?"
Me and Sandra: "No."
Edgar: "Well, please please please do."
Sophie: "Actually, Edgar I dropped out of Circle K. Because of YOU."
Edgar: "I think I just heard an angel fall and die."
We were walking down the stairs to the post office, and Sandra called up, "Hey, I hear you do one hell of a strip tease!" Sophie and I hissed, "Sandra!" She was like, "What? I want to see it." I responded, "I think this goes under the heading of things you just don't talk about." I don't think he heard her, thank God. I don't even want to know how awkward that conversation would have been.
My friends and I have compiled a list of stuff that college kids do/know/think/etc. I'm responsible for posting it on LJ, Sue has MySpace, Sophie has Xanga, Sandra has Facebook, Christie has myYearbook, and I think somebody's posting on blogger and deviantArt. Prepare for stupidity and randomness.
- Location:freezing ass dorm room
I had a Circle K meeting today, which is the community service club I'm in with Edgar, Hannah (his best friend), and Angela (woman who's second in chain of command and also Edgar's good friend. Side note: she's awesome.). Along with my girls Sandra, Joan, and Sophie. And a bunch of people that I don't know. We signed up for the convention next month, and Angela looked at Edgar, then looked back at me in a way that basically said, "Girl, you remember what happens at conventions (Edgar's strip tease, for anyone not paying attention). That's worth $25." I was gonna go anyway, but yeah, I totally signed up. Sandra asked me what all that was about, and I text her the whole Edgar stripping at convention story. Her reply, "I wasn't gonna go, but I sure as hell am now." So then Joan and Sophie wanted to know what was going on, and the text was forwarded to them. Sophie: "This I've gotta see." Joan: "Normally, I would think that this was a bad idea because I've got a boyfriend. Edgar's gay, though, so this sounds like a fucking fantastic idea." Well, that's one way to convince college girls to do community service.
This just in: My roommate, who I have not discussed the Edgar situation with, is on the phone, and she just randomly said, "All the dreamy ones are gay." Muffled laughter followed.
So, I went to Lambda Chi's Jungle Party, which is basically when a large group of people dances in a room painted to look like a forest with glow in the dark paint. Anyway, Edgar was there (He's the basically perfect gay guy from the previous post). Of course, he's walking around with no shirt. Really? Has the universe no pity? And, naturally, the hot gay shirtless man has to run up to me, hug me, and ask me to dance. To a slow song. Twice. I think the powers that be are trying to see if they can make my head explode. And, on another note, why can no hot straight shirtless men want to dance with me?
Title: Normal Kinks
Fandom: Deadliest Catch
Rating: PG-13. Language and mentions of sex. Oh yeah, and it's slash.
Pairing: Edgar/Jake A.
Summary: Jake thinks about the things he loves about Edgar.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one. I write fiction that has no bearing on reality.
So, this is attempt number 2 at Deadliest Catch slash. In my little world, we just pretend that Edgar doesn't have a lovely wife and two adorable children. Yes, I did just go AU with RPS. Yes, I am insane. At least I admit it.
