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amariah
01 April 2009 @ 01:59 am
Ok, who else has seen the incredibly homoerotic Quiznos Toasty Torpedo commercial? It's kind of disturbing. Toaster oven/sandwich guy love.
 
 
amariah
04 December 2008 @ 11:09 pm
To anybody who happens to read my journal, please go to this website to help. You only need to give a couple of minutes of your time to help feed someone. It costs you nothing, it's fun, and it helps people. What more could you ask for.




PS Thank you xxamlaxx for bringing this site to my attention.

 
 
amariah
03 December 2008 @ 06:42 pm
Fans of Little Women often divide along Jo/Amy lines. Jo was independent and smart, but Amy always seemed to get what she wanted and have more fun. Are you in the Jo camp or the Amy camp?
I am definitely in Camp Jo. Jo was smart and independent. Amy was always whiny and annoying. I think that can be partly blamed on what order they were born in. Being a middle child forced Jo to take care of herself and her younger sisters, while Amy was used to being doted upon by everyone since she was the youngest.
 
 
amariah
01 December 2008 @ 01:44 am
Title: Broken
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Complete and total fiction
Author's note: Inspired by a fic prompt from The Almost Totally Random Writing Exercise Generator. The prompt was Drabble(100 words)* Porn* Scars

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amariah
04 June 2008 @ 09:27 pm
Rating:G-no sex, no language.
Disclaimer: Don't own the title.
Summary: Inspired by For You by Staind.




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amariah
06 February 2008 @ 06:47 pm
Rating: PG
Title: Tell me this is not about her.
Disclaimer: Don't own, please don't sue.
Pairing: One-sided Rusty/Danny



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"Tell me this is not about her. Or I am walking. I am walking off this job right now."

"Who?"

"Tess. Terry Benedict. Tell me this is not about screwing the guy who's screwing your wife."

"Ex-wife."

"Tell me."

"It's not about that. It's not entirely about that. Rusty you remember when we first got into this business? We said we were going to play this game like we had nothing to lose. Well I lost something. I lost someone. That's why I'm here"

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Rusty walked into his room, taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He tossed the jacket onto the bed, then sat down, his head dropping into his hands, eyes burning. He tried to tell himself it was exhaustion, but he knew that wasn't the truth.

He'd let his guard down, let himself hope. That was his first mistake. He'd let himself believe when Danny said "why do you think I came to see you first," that it meant something, that something had changed. That Danny had seen what had always been right in front of his eyes.

For as long as he'd known Danny, he'd loved him. Not that Rusty had ever said anything, he was too afraid of messing up what they already had. What did they have? The looks, the way they knew what the other person was thinking without saying a word, they're mutual need to steal things. Yes, it was a need, they couldn't help it. It wasn't the money. If they cared about the money, there were plenty of professions they could have chosen that would have made them more money in less time, with a lot less frustration. Of course it wasn't the money, it was the rush. The rush of not getting caught, of having something that didn't belong to them. Other than that, what did they really have?

Nothing had changed. It wasn't different this time, it would never be different. There would always be some girl. Although to be fair, for the last decade it wasn't just some girl. It was her. Tess. The worst part was that he couldn't even hate her. She was nice, she helped calm Danny's nerves, kept him from doing anything really stupid. But dammit, she left him. Why did Danny still want her? She couldn't understand why he had to steal, why he lied. Rusty didn't think she'd ever understand. You either got it or you didn't. You couldn't suddenly understand why a person was always looking around, sizing up a room, looking at all the angles. No, she'd never understand. Rusty did, but he wasn't the one Danny wanted.

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They met for the first time in detention. Rusty had been caught behind the gym with some cheerleader. Not the worst offense in the world, unless you took into account that she also happened to be the principal's daughter. He was starting to realize that the next four years of high school would not be pleasant if the principal was out to get him. He needed to come up with a plan to get rid of him. Problem was he'd never been much of a planner, he was much better at putting those plans into effect.

Danny was there because he'd skipped one too many days of school. He never understood why he needed to go anyway. He already knew what he was going to do and plant biology and gym weren't really going to help him get there. Not to mention it was his senior year and the teachers had already stopped trying to teach anything new. It was going to be a long boring year for Danny, all his friends or "business associates" as he liked to call them, had graduated and were off in the real world.

That first time Rusty saw him, he thought Danny was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen. It bothered him a little, he'd never been attracted to a man before. He decided not to worry about it, it was probably nothing.

Pretty soon they were meeting everyday during lunch and after school. Danny came up with a plan to get rid of the principal, they executed it with precision. They got him transferred to a job as a district superintendant in another state. He had a better job with more pay, living in a better house. Really he should be thanking them.

After Danny graduated, they lost contact for a few years. They'd both been pulling jobs, honing their skills. Then one day, they were both brought to Rueben's house. He had a job for them. Something in Belize. That's how they met the rest of the guys. It was their first big job together. Everything had gone according to plan, the take wasn't huge, but then again, the money wasn't the important thing.

So, things had gone great for a while. Until Danny got caught with those damn Incan Matrimonial Headmasks. When Danny went to jail, it was the only time Rusty could remember ever crying. He went off the grid for awhile after that. Couldn't bring himself to do another job without Danny there with him. He decided he'd kill the time making easy money off some 'stars', poker was the big thing these days. He could teach them how to play while screwing them out of enough money to buy himself some flashy suits and a fancy new apartment. He was just waiting until Danny got out. Then everything would be fine. Maybe this time he'd see.
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Rusty decided he had to know before this went any further. If she was still in the picture, he needed to know for his own sanity.

"We have to talk"

"Ok."

"Now."

"Tell me this is not about her. Or I am walking. I am walking off this job right now." He hoped Danny would tell him that it was about the money, about taking the house.

"Who?"

"Tess. Terry Benedict. Tell me this is not about screwing the guy who's screwing your wife."

"Ex-wife."

"Tell me."

"It's not about that." Rusty knew, as soon as Danny played dumb, he knew. It was all about her. The money, all that crap about taking the house, none of it mattered. Not to Danny. "It's not entirely about that. Rusty you remember when we first got into this business? We said we were going to play this game like we had nothing to lose. Well I lost something. I lost someone. That's why I'm here." Dammit, why had he been such an idiot? Why had he let himself hope? Things were never going to change. It was time he moved on. Started seeing Danny as just a friend, the way Danny saw him.

"K, here's the problem. Now we're stealing two things. And when push comes to shove, if you can't have both, which are you gonna choose? And remember Tess does not split eleven ways."

"If everything goes to plan, I'm not going to be the one that has to make that choice."


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"I took the liberty of picking up your personal effects." He had decided to send them on their way, he wanted Danny to be happy, even if it was with Tess and not him.

"I'm not sure these belong to me."

"We need to get Rusty a girl." Tess had said, he agreed with her. It was time he moved on. Started seeing Danny as just a friend, the way Danny saw him.

"There's a women's prison down the road."

So, Rusty moved on. He'd find someone else. Someone he could trust the way he trusted Danny. The kid was pretty cute. He was getting better, he was trustworthy.</div>
 
 
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