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So I just watched Veronica Mars 2x8 and 2x9 in a row, and all I have to say is a;lfkja *FLAIl*

I think I've seen a lot of criticism of these episodes on lj, which *really* flummoxes me, because to me they were just porn. PORN. CONSTANT PORN.

Right, coherency.

--Logan rescuing Veronica! I fucking *love* it when he does that, because it's almost always the other way around. basingstoke pointed out that it's much like seeing the damsel in distress rescue the hero for once, and--yeah. That.

Also, god, after, when Veronica was yelling at him through her tears and he didn't even yell *back* and it was so *fraught* and ooooh. I haven't been feeling the Logan/Veronica that much in this season, but that scene--jeeeesus.

--Mac and Veronica continue to be freaking gay and adorable. The Q to your Bond! Awww! The lesbian hijinks were totally just *offscreen.*

--OMGWTF DUNCAN!!!11 That boy is *so* fucked up and I'm glad they haven't forgotten that. Did anyone else notice that his dream!Veronica was pretty much exactly like Lilly?

--yes, the Cordelia/Willow snarkfest was totally gratuitous, but do I care? No, because it was AWESOME.

--Cordelia and Cassidy going into business together? Fucking *sweet.*

--I kind of, um, have a crush on Principal Clemens dude. Fucking *badass.* And liviapenn and I both think that someone needs to write Cliff/Clemens.

--and the thing that had me practically *coming in my pants,* OMG LOGAN AND WEEVIL OMG OMG OMG.

From the russian roulette scene to weevil figuring out that there's more to this than just Logan being a jackass to Weevil admitting he was wrong and he wants to know the truth, to the BLATANT EYEFUCKING followed by the HOTTEST FISTFIGHT IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION, I-I-I-

I 'ship them even MORE now. Just. *flaaaaaiiiiiil*



I had to write porn. I *had* to.




Logan presses a hand to the front of his jeans and a hand to the broken skin on his cheek. He’s in a stall barely five feet away from where Weevil and Logan beat the shit out of each other half an hour ago; if he concentrates, he thinks he can still smell the blood (smell Weevil), but he knows that’s his imagination.

His tongue flicks out to taste the blood on the corner of his mouth, and his hand goes down his pants, squeezing his cock. He’s half-hard, has been since that first fucking punch. He thinks about spitting blood in Weevil’s face and squeezes harder, strokes fast and rough.

It’s barely even a relief to come, although spattering semen all over the ‘VMars is a fucking cunt’ and ‘Tad + Teresa 4eva’s on the bathroom door is slightly satisfying. Logan slumps against the wall, shaking, and wipes his mouth; the stupid cut reopened. He thinks he might need stitches.

He thinks about Weevil’s ‘offer.’ If maybe he can get Weevil to do this for him after they beat each other up. He bet he could; Weevil may talk tough, but Logan would bet anything he’s a fag, and he’d bet anything twice that Weevil was hard when he was on top of him half an hour ago.

Logan presses some toilet paper to the cut on his mouth and walks out of the stall.