Mad Dog Flan Says: More Earporn!

[trinityofone]

*Everyone, everyone, everyone (and their mothers, if their mothers are into that sort of thing) needs to go read toft_froggy's Second Skin. I love this story SO MUCH. Read it.

*Also everyone should go drool over the cover fan_this made for my (I can't believe I'm typing this) wingfic trilogy thing I wrote yesterday. Guh.

*But most importantly, I must ask you this, flist: WHERE IS THE EARPORN? I mean, have you seen Joe Flanigan's ears?


These are ears about which epic poetry was destined to be written! Epic, pornographic poetry!


See? Rodney is composing one such poem right now.


Can't. Stop. Staring.


Maybe later he will deliver a dramatic reading?


Seriously, John is horrified that y'all aren't writing porn about his ears!

They go with everything:


Light!


Shadow!


Puddlejumpers!


Yes, Hermiod, they are truly the eighth ninth (I think I may have said DH's ass was the eighth) wonder of the universe.


Admittedly, the ears can be used not for good, but for evil, as in this classic example of ear-aided cockblocking.


But you can fix all that! Just write a story about Rodney teasing the highly-sensitive shell of John's ear as he fucks him, then taking the tip between his teeth just as he's about to climax and biting—muffling his own cry, but evoking from John an incredible high-pitched keen of pleasure as he arches off the bed and—


Yes, Colonel, with my nipples and your ears, we could surely rule the galaxy! The galaxy of PORN.

This message brought to you by the Society for the Creation of Earporn for Trin. Thank you.

*Also, Siria says I am a model of psychiatric normalcy. Yays!