Okay, this?

[aesc]

This?



Serves absolutely no purpose except to make me stupid.

And this post serves no purpose except to tell you that.

ETA: And lest we forget...




They're guilty of it too.

This cannot continue. It cannot.

ETA2: And hey, the comments are officially NC17 now. Woo hoo!

ETA3: Woefully delayed because of busyness, but syntaxe has written some very nice man-bracelet-fastening comment!fic that you all should read right now.

ETA4: And one more from ifylla, in which the bracelet keeps count.

Comments

[sheafrotherdon.livejournal.com]

Hi, that whole ARM makes me stupid.

*sighs*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Hi, that whole ARM makes me stupid.

Yes, but it's both aesthetic and functional; it helps John hold his gun, write, hold Rodney when they're asleep, etc.

But the stupid piece of string does ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AT ALL except turn me into a drooling idiot. Maybe he could unknot it and slide a housekey through, but you don't need housekeys on Atlantis... I think it's the juxtaposition... slender, simple string, next to the uh bones of his wrist, those capable hands, arms that are used to lifting and moving and doing things oh my asjkfljk.

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

Dude, that's JOHN? I totally thought it was Dean. I didn't realize JOHN does it TOO! Nnnngh! That's just... uncalled for, boys. Exploding fangirls' minds. FOR NO REASON. *flail* The knotted leather cord against Dean's neck kills me too. See icon. Meef.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

I didn't realize JOHN does it TOO! Nnnngh! That's just... uncalled for, boys.

It is. I call for a moratorium on completely useless stringy man-bracelet things. I need my brain.

[just-ruth.livejournal.com]

Isn't that the Kabbalah thing Madonna does?

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Isn't that the Kabbalah thing Madonna does?

I'm not sure. I did a 2-second Google search and came up with a red-string bracelet (http://www.kabbalah.com/k/index.php/p=life/tools) that wards off the evil eye, though.

I could use that against my students. Hm.

[cobweb-diamond.livejournal.com]

Nope, that's red string. This is the badge of the homoerotic subtext club, I believe.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, heck no!

That's red thread, isn't it?

Not these little knotted leathery (leathery bootlaces? guh) that the guys are sporting.

[the-reverand.livejournal.com]

I also meant to say that one thing to consider, particularly with the tight-fitting ones, is that *someone else* had to tie them on.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me things like that. I need my brain.

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

My brain has just turned to mush.

Rodney's fingers......

[aesc.livejournal.com]

And of course, Viggo is an offender, too.

[chebonne.livejournal.com]

I used to wear those things when I was younger. Once you put 'em on, there's no taking 'em off unless you cut the damn things away. Or the chord breaks, which has been known to happen.

So... John and Dean both kill my brain. *watches brain melt on floor* Nah, I didn't need it that much anyway.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

I have a jade bracelet with the band made out of string, and it's done up in such a way that you can take it on and off; there's this nifty little thingy that lets you tighten and loosen the band. Granted, you still kind of need two hands (or your free hand and your teeth) to do it, but it can be done.

We also had friendship bracelets, which operated on that premise--that they only way they come off is being cut off or broken. You and a friend would make one and swap them.

*snickers sophomorically at the thought of John and Rodney exchanging friendship bracelets*

[slian-martreb.livejournal.com]

Of course I come in to the post with the arms and wrists and subsequent comment!porn to be the one to say the red string isn't Kabbalistic in any way, but is merely a kinda esoteric (?) traditional thing where red string is wrapped around the Tomb of Rachel (the Matriarch) and blessings are said over it and then THAT is supposed to protect you against the evil eye. It can't just be any red string. And it's saved me the one or two times. And, um, if I was any kind of proper fangirl I would have joined in on the comment!porn but--

*shuts up now*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

but is merely a kinda esoteric (?) traditional thing where red string is wrapped around the Tomb of Rachel (the Matriarch) and blessings are said over it and then THAT is supposed to protect you against the evil eye.

It's interesting hearing how esoteric or traditional practices can be folded into (or stereotyped as) ritual ones. Yay for pop culture on this one, I suppose *dry look*

*shuts up now*

You know, comment!porn is always encouraged. Always. We foster comment!porn here on aesc.

[villeinage.livejournal.com]

Actually, isn't the read string supposed to be a special blessing for fertility?

That's the more traditional use, I think. (Because Rachel was barren for so long.)

Rachel's Tomb used to be kind of the place for infertile Jewish women to go,IIRC, before the matsav.

[smilla02.livejournal.com]

Bracelet!porn + books!porn, Can you top that? :D



(And he wears them in real life, too)

[aesc.livejournal.com]

(And he wears them in real life, too)

Ohhhhhh my goodness. Don't tell me these things.

It's probably good I couldn't have gone to Asylum. Seeing that in real life I would have either 1) been locked up for doing something bold and inappropriate, or 2) disintegrated into a pile of helpless fangirl.

[syntaxe.livejournal.com]

‘Could you? says John, looking a little sheepish. He holds out the thin leather strip.

Rodney looks at him quizzically. ‘What are you, twelve?’ he says, his voice heavy with sarcasm, but his hand shakes as he takes the leather. John lays his wrist against Rodney’s warm thigh, facing up. The inside of his wrist is less tanned, an unexpectedly vulnerable part of his hard body. Rodney lets his thumb rest briefly against the nexus of blue veins, imagining he can feel the blood flowing beneath. He slips the thin strip under the hand, raising it so as not to catch any of the soft, dark hairs of John’s arm. He ties quickly, right over left, slipping a finger under the band to check it’s not too tight. Left over right, a firm tug with his competent hands, and it is done. ‘Friends forever,’ he says, his mouth turned down in an ironic smile.

‘Cool,’ says John, his smile as warm as Rodney has ever seen it.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

The inside of his wrist is less tanned, an unexpectedly vulnerable part of his hard body. Rodney lets his thumb rest briefly against the nexus of blue veins, imagining he can feel the blood flowing beneath.

This sent me scampering for my bunk, post-haste. Oh my GOD THE HOT askjdfjf!!!

[ajk.livejournal.com]

I... I was intending on having a thought. I'm almost certain of it.

I'm fairly well 'Guuuuuuuuh Wiiiiiiiiiiinchesters' anyway, the wrist-y things are an added bonus. Thank God Jensen wasn't wearing one at Asylum, I may have combusted. *flail*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

askjdlf!!!!youricon!!!!

*tries for coherence*

akjsdlf!!

*fails*

[foxxcub.livejournal.com]

Any type of man-bracelet gets me. It should be categorized as a kink or something, seriously.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

It should be categorized as a kink or something, seriously.

It so, so should. Watches I'm okay with, but it's pointless little thread, leather, or bead bracelets that make me go all wonky.

question and comment!porn

[ifylla.livejournal.com]

1) doesn't John wear his black wristband on that arm?

2) John very carefully, with Rodney's help, adds a knot to his bracelet every time they fuck.

Since coming to Atlantis, he's been through at least six bracelets, each one replacing a string of knots like an ancient calender, marks, promises.

He ignores Rodney's half-whispered jests when they're pressed up against each other in supply closets and hidden 'undiscovered' rooms on Atlantis, when Rodney slides his fingers up the trail of sweat on John's arm and catches his fingers in the rough leather, the knots grazing John's skin like fingernails as Rodney pounds into him like a heartbeat, like the pulse beneath his skin, luminescent in the moonlight.

Rodney will twist his fingers in the cords, rub the knots like he's reading Braille, will say beneathe his breath and in John's ear, in the blossom of John's mouth, 'you are so knotty,' and John will laugh, gasp, laugh.

Re: question and comment!porn

[aesc.livejournal.com]

1) doesn't John wear his black wristband on that arm?

He does indeed. I think he switches to the bracelet when he's in civilian clothes. For that matter, he might even wear it under the wristband, as this picture suggests:



There's what looks like a thin leather strip peeking out over the top of the top of said wristband. Man, I look at this cap entirely too often.

when Rodney slides his fingers up the trail of sweat on John's arm and catches his fingers in the rough leather, the knots grazing John's skin like fingernails as Rodney pounds into him like a heartbeat, like the pulse beneath his skin, luminescent in the moonlight.

Ohhhhhh my God. Ohhhhhhh my GOD. *fans self* Beautiful and hot.

[purelyironic.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to thank you for this thread. *happy sigh*

[aesc.livejournal.com]

You are very welcome! Pointless-yet-hot thready bracelets should be a feature in everyone's day, especially when attached to hot guys like Joe Flanigan and Jensen Ackles :D