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Hhhokay. So.

When I went to DuckDuckGo to find the right pic of Elijah for my Thanksgiving post yesterday, I came across this:





and stopped dead in my tracks. I've never seen this pic before. Isn't it lovely?

*sigh*


( In other news... )

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Remember that picture on my desktop? Well, funny thing about that...

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Leather (Pt. 1)
by Serai


The pale sunlight limns the skin of Zeke’s shoulders as he pulls the jacket on, and Casey smiles. The skin of one animal on the skin of another – his hands start clenching lightly, wanting to feel it. The rough denim of Zeke’s ratty black jeans runs under his palms as he slides his hands around the narrow waistband, then up under leather ( warming over the hot skin... )

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Chapter 23 of High Contrast
Chapter 24

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Tasty
by Serai


Zeke Tyler has an absolutely luscious neck.

There’s a teenaged tenderness to his skin, hot with a slight, constant rime of sweat that makes him glow like honey. I can feel the scent rising up off his nape, sharp bristles of hacked-off hair clinging together in the warm salt dampness, and that shell of clammy moisture against my fingertips, heat underneath my nails. He smells like ocean wrack and warm bread, soft mouth twisting in a wicked grin that says he doesn't care which way it goes, so long as he ends up on top.

You’re mine now, Zekey boy.

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So I just started watching Penny Dreadful and holy fucking Goddess, WHEN did Josh Hartnett get so unbe-fucking-lievably SEXY? Seriously, the man has me drooling. When did this even happen??

I have to confess that I haven't really thought about him in a long time, as he fell off my radar with that painful Wicker Park atrocity. I knew he was out there making movies, but after that debacle, I'd kinda written him off. Which worked out just fine, because now I get to be LAID OUT FLAT by what he's turned into. He's not pretty anymore - now he's interesting, a quality worth far more in an actor. As Valentine Michael might say, he's growing into his own face. It's a wonderful thing to see.

Plus, you know, there's all that fucking SKIN.

Blessed Aphrodite - I never thought I'd get to see this guy's body. Did you notice how for a long while he almost never even took his shirt off for the camera? Now this series keeps throwing these lush sex scenes into the mix, and I'm lying in a pool of sliced tomatoes. (Because you better believe I'm watching this thing in bed.) Wow, his body is beautiful. And he's photographed beautifully, as well. He's definitely the sex object in this series. Considering how much this show has to do with hunger and vampires and devouring, it's almost impossible not to see those scenes as a decadent feast laid out for us. Here you go, ladies - hot, sweet, and juicy. Eat your fill. Oh, I get trembly just thinking about it.

And I'll tell you, I never thought I'd see Josh Hartnett taking another man. OH HOLY BITCH GODDESS. I was hyperventilating, I swear. So fucking hot, but of course the scene didn't go anywhere near far enough - they chickened out and left the guys shirtless and playing tonsil hockey. HEADDESK HEADDESK HEADDESK. But I have hopes we'll see more; I'm only on the sixth episode and I really don't see any indication that sex will be put on the back burner.

Oh my. Just...oh my. What an amazing, lovely, kindling surprise this is turning out to be. The fact that it's just a damn good series all around is icing on the cake, frankly, since I'm so dazzled by what's happened to him. So just assume that I'm rattling off a list of every word for "fucking HOT" you've ever heard. Because I am, at full volume.

Our Zekey Boy's all grown up.

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P.S. Here is my theory about the brontosaurus: Ethan Chandler is a werewolf. SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. I don't want to hear if I'm right or not. I just wanted to say it, because I am So. Looking. Forward. to his transformation. So if I'm wrong, let me be disappointed on my own.

But I don't think I'm wrong.

ETA: HA. I knew it!

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Dug out my copy of The Faculty last night, and settled in with some nice weed to put me in the mood for an eyeful of geek courage and punk-ass rage. Discovered a little something I hadn't given much attention to before...

Zeke Tyler has an absolutely luscious neck.

He's got that teenaged tenderness to his skin, and throughout the film, the heat makes a slight, constant rime of sweat that sits on him like some kind of molecular lace. You can almost see the scent rising up off the nape of his neck, the sharp bristles of his recently hacked-off hair clinging together in the warm salt dampness, and imagine the shell of clammy moisture against your fingertips just before the heat underneath pushes outward into your hands. He'd smell like leather, and ocean wrack, and warm bread, his soft mouth twisting in a wicked smile that says he doesn't care which way it goes, so long as he ends up on top.