he's not my type, but...

[floorpigeon]

My ovaries think a former football player -- now Texan research scientist at A&M who works with "flame-resistant materials" -- is dream guy material, for sure. I could live with the sideburns, even.


It's just. Looking at this guy, technically I know that romance novels are fiction, but for a moment one forgets. I mean, really? Really??? He's got to be like, really dull at parties. Well, he's just an engineer. Engineers are like the jocks of the sciences anyway, right... :>

And in bigger, better science news, a physicist at a DARPA conference came up with an engineless starship. I, of course, find this a lot more hot, even if he's also not my type.

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[stellabelle.livejournal.com]

They're meant to be sailing, thus the swabbing the decks (like, mopping or scouring them). It would most certainly have to be done on his knees, with his shirt undone and all sweaty from the heat.
WHY IS THIS SO HOT. It shouldn't be. It is WRONG, right. Right. Wrong.
(And now I am going to continue to write about wrestling ink-stained boys, because I have no boundaries or sense of moral decency.)

[floorpigeon.livejournal.com]

It is totally in no way wrong (and I know, because this is clearly my expert opinion). Byron would totally get a kick out of it. And possibly take notes. :>

[floorpigeon.livejournal.com]

Note, I had to resist bad puns about Byron's lording it over Shelley.... *facepalm*