IAN MCKELLEN IS A TREASURE AND WE MUST PROTECT HIM WITH OUR EVERYTHING
Monthly Archives: January 2015
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She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Isaac slid the pad across the table to him, just out of Summer’s reach. She flailed at him, then huffed and folded her arms at them, radiating not-entirely-sincere displeasure. Then, since it was clear she wasn’t going to get to ‘say’ anything, she picked up their plates and marched off to wash them too.
When she turned back, Isaac was leaning over Derek’s shoulder, both of them peering at the list. “We’re going to need Lydia for this. Maybe Kira too.”
Derek chuckled at Summer’s flailing, keeping the pad away from her hands and then chuckled again as she huffed off into the kitchen. “I’m not sure if she believed me when I told her I’d help,” he told Isaac with a soft smile.
Nodding at the suggestion, he looked over the list one last time. “It’s not like they’d object, they like to help with those types of things. But no, I will not let Lydia within 100 feet of my closet still, make sure to pass that along. Hey Summer,” he called lightly.
She poked her head back in, hands full of dripping plate, and made an expression of listening.
“Mmhmm,” Summer sighed out slowly. Tingles ran over his skin, the fine hairs rising and falling. He shifted against Isaac’s slow hands, trying not to moan with impatience. “You could do this for hours, couldn’t you?” he whispered.
Scooting closer down so that he could press a kiss to each of his boyfriend’s cheeks, he laughed and caressed the insides of his thighs, shifting against his skin. “Oh, I could — but I think you’d end up killing me before that,” he teased and cupped his rear, massaging the flesh in his hands. “Is this okay?”
He couldn’t swallow that moan, and shifted again, rubbing himself against the bed. “If you ask me that again I’m going to kill you,” he said, slightly breathless. “Assuming I’m not so boneless I can’t move. Then I’ll just get the cat to kill you, later.”
the Tale of Sir Isaac
“Hmmm?” She was already half-asleep, just petting him as if he were some great cat, or a hound sharing her bed for warmth.
“Staying together forever like this,” he continued sleepily before being interrupted by a wide yawn, body arching up into her every touch as if she were the puppet master, and he were the puppet, dancing to her every command.
“Be still,” she murmured, nearly inaudible, “be still … “
christmas presents
Disregarding the truly terrible job of wrapping (why he hadn’t just put it in an envelope, she didn’t know), she ripped the paper off and discarded it for Helios to find. When her eyes fell on the necklace, she sucked in a delighted breath. “Oh, Isaac.” Gently she brushed her fingertip over the metal, before holding it out to him. “Put it on me?”
A faint blush stained across his cheeks and he looked pleased that she appeared to like this gift, even if it wasn’t homemade. Nodding, he took the necklace from her outstretched fingers, before gesturing for her to turn around, pressing a kiss to her neck as he fastened the necklace around her. “How does it feel?”
“Cold,” she laughed, even as the metal warmed up to her skin. “It’s fine, love.” She pulled her hair over one shoulder, piling it up in her lap, and looked back at him over the other shoulder. “Happy Christmas.”
universalequalityisinevitable:
Robert Sapolsky about his study of the Keekorok baboon troop from National Geographic’s Stress: Portrait of a Killer.
Thiiiiiiis, people, thiiiis!
1. Kill alpha male types
2. Achieve world peaceGot it.
I’ve actually read a lot of Sapolsky’s work. He’s one of my favorite scientists in the neuro/socio world.
I just watched the documentary and there is so much more about the troop that isn’t in this photoset—not only does the troop have a culture of little aggression and greater cooperation, but any incoming jerk baboons learned within a few months that their shitty behaviour was in no way acceptable, that the troop only rewarded sociability, and they changed accordingly.
#NotAllAgressiveAlphaMaleBaboonsWhoEatBabies
what do you mean Galavant is half an hour
and we only get four of them
I don’t approve of this at all
so I was wrong
it’s still half an hour. but twice each week.
so an hour.
but we only get four weeks.
do not want