#forgettheexcuses

[iamlawandorder]

In which Annas is Haunted Nightly by Bureaucracy

Annas and Caiaphas are in bed, Annas is sleeping, Caiaphas is reading. Annas bolts awake.

ANNAS: Envelopes!

CAIAPHAS: What?

ANNAS: Where are the envelopes?

CAIAPHAS: Downstairs somewhere...?

ANNAS (urgently) : The ones we need for the forms. We need envelopes for the FORMS!

CAIAPHAS: Which forms?

ANNAS (getting panicky): THE forms! Honestly, Caiaphas, I don't know why you're not taking this more seriously.

CAIAPHAS: Annas, you're talking nonsense.

ANNAS: Talking nonsense?

CAIAPHAS: Annas, look around. Does it look like we've been working? You can't even tell me which forms you need.

ANNAS (sadly): Nonsense?

CAIAPHAS (gently): It seems like you were having a nightmare. (Pats arm) There's nothing to be worked up about unless there's something you're not telling me.

ANNAS: No, I think you're right. I must have been dreaming. *exhales* How silly of me.

CAIAPHAS: You're just dedicated. It is pretty funny, though. Like, it wasn't a governmental meltdown or you being naked in public or something, just...forms.

ANNAS (flatly): Hilarious.

CAIAPHAS: I keep telling you that you need a vacation.

ANNAS: Yeah, yeah...*burrows back under the covers* Caiaphas?

CAIAPHAS: Annas?

ANNAS(murmuring sleepily): The backpacks are the right ones, though, aren't they?

CAIAPHAS: Goodnight, Annas.

[yellingtheirdevotion]

forgettheexcuses

"Well…if you eat enough of it then it can. That’s pretty much true of anything, so I think you should mostly be worried about how much you indulge rather than the thing itself. Everything in moderation," Annas shrugged, unsure of exactly why Simon had asked him this in the first place. It wasn’t like he cared what the Pharisee had to say at any other time.

"Though, if you’re asking because you want to know whether or not you should eat that sandwich, well…I don’t think it’s going to kill you. Not anytime soon. Unless there’s, like…arsenic in it or something. Then you might die a little bit sooner than is to be expected from eating a sandwich."

"Well, yeah, it's not gonna put an end to me right now. But the real question is like, the six pack. Is it gonna kill that?" He absent-mindedly touched the t-shirt over his navel, feeling the hardness under it that came from keeping an iron fist over what went in more even then it came from sit-ups and carrying stuff.  Afterall, you could have muscle there, but no-one really gave a shit unless the all over body-fat ratio was low enough that you got the muscle definition there. Because, well, if you got it right, people went mad for it. Well, chicks. Girls went mad for it. Even the ones who pretended they didn't. He'd swear they definitely checked him out; it was just natural. He didn't reckon they could help it. "The question is like, the carbs, though." He mused aloud, peeling back the sandwich which Phil had very kindly given him this morning, which, okay, it had some egg, and a decent bit of rocket and green shit like that, but, well. He wasn't sure if the advice was changing on that front more and more each day. "Because, like, seriously, I've been hearing that like, if you cut out all that starch shit, then even fats and stuff are alright, because they whip through you quickly. It's this-" He waved his lunch pointedly "- that actually slows everything down and caused the trouble." He squinted at Annas.

"I mean, come on, you used to do fitness stuff, right? What do you reckon?"

[iamlawandorder]

I'm a loser. I used to win...Football games, fights...I was a winner. Now I can't even win in my own house. Against a rodent.

Al Bundy, Married with Children: Season 2, episode 15

[iamlawandorder]

“slurred words”

"Annas? I don’t know what I’d do without Annas. He pretty much wipes my own ass for me. Not literally. That’d be weird. And he probably wouldn’t go for it. He’d make that little scrunched-up face he does when he’s grossed out by something. That cute little face scrunch thing…What’d you wanna know again? I think Annas is great. He’s a fuckin’ awesome guy." 

[iamlawandorder]

"You take dick really well. Not everyone can..." (Drunk and talky Annas strikes again.)

"Why thank you," he laughed, giving him an affectionate punch in the arm, "You're no slouch in that department either."

[iamlawandorder]

forgettheexcuses : (And don’t forget the adorable gray tuft of hair sticking out from under the aviator goggles. Very important.)

Of course. Annas looks cuter as a cartoon squirrel than anybody has any business looking.

Meanwhile, Caiaphas getting his antlers stuck in the door.

[enjolrqs]

forgettheexcuses replied to your post “i really need some gross dirty Judas/Simon smut okay, fanart, fanfic I...”

(I would offer you some, but sadly everything I have is 2012 arena tour for Annas and various persons. Good luck on your quest and may your thirst be quenched.)

Thanks anyway! c: I've actually read some a lot of Annas/Caiaphas and Annas/Meg on your blog, loved it! <3  And thank you :) 

[iamlawandorder]

"Shut up or I'll bite you."

"You say that like it’s a terrible punishment," Caiaphas replied, a smile playing on his lips.