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ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ➹ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ([personal profile] longbowhunter) wrote in [community profile] goshdarnspam2012-10-29 06:59 pm

sandy can't you see, I'm in misery

the
Morning After

meme


Start a thread for each of your characters. It works better if you avoid a catch-all.

Other people comment as though their characters have suddenly woken up next to yours. Anons can comment suggesting who should wake up together.

If it's too creepy or cracked out, you obviously don't have to do it.

Spam accounts are totally welcome as well!

The first person who says they're late has to wakeup with Zoidberg.

clobberin: (listening so attentively k)

ADORABROS TBH

[personal profile] clobberin 2012-10-30 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ ben makes a sort of grumbling noise when he's elbowed in the ribs, but it does get him to stop snoring. instead, he's curling up tighter in the sheets for a minute before he reaches behind himself to bat sleepily at bradbury.

mumbling, half-awake:
]

Go back to sleep. I'll make ya breakfast later.
waiting: (in the world)

I LIKE HOW NEITHER OF THEM IS FREAKING OUT

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-30 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
You'd better.

[ bradbury just kind of grunts as he's swatted in turn, turning his head so he can bury his face further into his side of the pillow. the only pillow, by the way. maybe the smallness of the bed is explained by the fact that they're really on more of a bunk, having requisitioned some poor sap's yacht for their weekend off.

there's a bit of pain when he moved to try and shift himself to a better position though, a tell-tale tightness of skin that could only mean one thing and had his eyes shooting open. ]


Shit, which one of you let me get a tattoo?
clobberin: (yeaaah no idea)

I GUESS THE SHEER MASCULINITY IN THIS THREAD MUST HAVE A CALMING EFFECT

[personal profile] clobberin 2012-10-30 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ ben doesn't seem to mind the lack of pillows on his side though. he's warm, and comfortable enough considering there's barely enough room in this bunk for one dude, let alone two giant ones. he could probably sleep another half hour easily, but he stirs again when he feels bradbury move against his back, and the tone of his voice makes ben reluctantly open his eyes.

propping himself up on one arm and rubbing at his eyes sleepily, he squints at bradbury, half-awake and rough-voiced when he responds:
]

Don't 'member. Is it bad?
waiting: (and i see that these are lies to come)

I GUESS THEY'RE JUST COOL LIKE THAT

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-30 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ bradbury holds his arm up for ben's inspection and his own; it's the forearm that was definitely bare last night, but now... in intricate, swirling text with entirely too many flourishes, bradbury's arm is decorated with two words:

"PROFESSIONAL BODYGUARD"

he's just gonna stare at it in bleary horror for a few moments. ]
clobberin: (aww derp)

COOLEST EVER TBH

[personal profile] clobberin 2012-10-30 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ben peers at bradbury's new ink for a long moment, letting the sight sink in past the sleepy haze before he sinks back down onto the mattress. and slowly rolls so that his face is buried in the sheets.

his broad shoulders shake with muffled laughter.
]
waiting: (Default)

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-30 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ bits and pieces of last night are starting to come back to bradbury, as horrific as they are, as much as he'd really rather not remember. he remembers at least being sober enough to reject the idea of getting 'professional asswatcher' tattooed, but this isn't much of an improvement, and ben isn't helping. he sits up so he can punch ben in the shoulder, scowling. ]

Fuck you, this isn't funny! [ shit, he hopes he wasn't drunk enough to get matching tattoos with someone, he really does. ]
clobberin: (my bff reed richards)

[personal profile] clobberin 2012-10-30 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ben tones his laugh down when bradbury gives him that punch in the shoulder, stifling it into a little chuckle. he lifts his head enough to give his friend an amused look. ]

C'mon, Rick. You gotta admit. It's kinda funny.

[ obviously he's only laughing because he hasn't noticed his own new tattoo, which would be identical to bradbury's in design and placement except it looks like something went down, seeing as his is cut off at simply "PROFESSIONAL." ]
waiting: (and you smile as you ease)

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-30 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ bradbury's in the perfect angle to see it, too, now that he's sitting up and wide awake, and he makes a strangled noise, grabbing for that arm by the wrist (not holding onto the tattooed part, of course, he still has that much presence of mind) and yanking it straight out to try to reassure himself that they don't have the same tattoo.

thank you, sweet baby jesus. he lets ben go, gesturing down at their almost-matching arms with a crooked grin. ]


Still feel like laughing, smartass?
clobberin: (good question johnny)

[personal profile] clobberin 2012-10-31 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ ben pauses, puzzled when bradbury tugs at his arm-- and then he sees it. uh. yeeeeeahhhh. he must have been drinking something strong last night, because damn.

plainly:
] Well, shit.

[ a beat. ]

Guess it could be worse. 'Least I didn't get anybody's name tattooed on my ass. [ WAY TO SEE THE SILVER LINING, BENJAMIN GRIMM. ]
waiting: (Default)

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-31 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe you did and you just haven't seen it yet. [ Bradbury seems to be getting his temporary freakout under control, although he draws his legs up so he can rest his elbows on his knees. ]

Damn. [ He gropes for his wallet and checks it's contents -- yep, all empty, except for his license. ] Looks like whatever we got up to cleaned me out.

[ There are worse ways to spend a day off, though. ]
clobberin: (yeaaah no idea)

[personal profile] clobberin 2012-10-31 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ .........ben, meanwhile, is just going to casually sit up, glance over his own shoulder, and gingerly tug out the elastic of his boxers just enough to take a cautious peek at his own backside. his shoulders visibly ease with relief when he doesn't see anybody's name tattooed down there. ]

If I remembered anything, I'd try to tell ya it was all worth it. [ a light pause. ] But then again, y'know what they say about ignorance bein' bliss and all.
waiting: (and you smile as you ease)

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-31 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ with ben sitting up, there's even less room on the bed, so bradbury slides off enough to move his legs off the edge of it, then gets to his feet, stretching. ]

Sounds like a plan.

So, breakfast?