Go to Wikipedia. In the search box, type your birth month and day (but not year). List three events that happened on your birthday. List two important birthdays and one interesting death. Post this in your journal.
1514 - Pope Leo X issues a papal bull against slavery. Why do I suddenly see a big, black bull wearing a cross from the ring in it's nose and goring anyone that dares to enslave another person? Mooing in cow language "I'm on a jihad!"
1951 - The National Football League has its first Pro Bowl Game (Los Angeles, California). Why California? It's January ... have it in Colorado! Call it a Snow!Bowl!!
1954 - Marilyn Monroe weds Joe DiMaggio. Heh. And we all know how well that worked out. I wonder if she was seeing JFK then ... Anyone up for JFK/MM/JD threesome fic?
1875 - Albert Schweitzer, Alsatian physician, missionary, and musician, recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize (d. 1965) Whoooooooot!!!
1948 - T-Bone Burnett, American producer and musician Love him.
1898 - Lewis Carroll, English writer and mathematician (b. 1832) Didn't he write Alice in Wonderland? Did he do drugs? *g*
Heh. Verah Cool.
While ely_jan was writing brilliant drabbles last night, I was busy
So ... for Ely's sanity and because she asked so nicely and gave me such fun prompts ...
Jason Behr/David Boreanaz ... Peanut Butter and Chains
The thick, cloying taste clung to the roof of David's mouth and lined his throat. Smears of it over Jason's chest, his abdomen, his thighs. It covered the places where skin was pulled tight and bruised. It stained each link of the chain that bound Jason to the bed.
Sweat trickled down Jason's arms. His fingers curled into helpless fists. His lips were drawn back over white teeth. His breath came faster until he was panting.
David scraped another cracker up Jason’s inner thigh and laughed.
“Watch the game, Jason. The Eagles are only seconds away from scoring.”
David Boreanaz/Christian Kane ... First Kiss
It started with a laugh. Like everything between them always did. Shoulders rubbing on the couch, a game on the tv. Beer in their hands, cigarettes smoldering in the ashtrays. Feet up on the coffee table and a discussion of stats and skills silenced by the sudden intake of breath, the soft moan that filled the air with more than friendship.
A dip of a head, lips brushed lips. Stubble on stubble and this was not a test. Not a drill. No warning cries filled the room, no bells, no whistles, no rockets.
Just Chris. Just David.
And a kiss.
Dude. After being at work all week and away last weekend? I have asedfh;asdfoiypasdfhabillion things that have to be done today. Starting with a stack of dirty dishes that reaches the ceiling of my kitchen.
*clings to you*
Have a wonderful day!!
And I need a Behr!kink icon to match my Angel!kink icon ... *scampers off to find one*