quarterturn

Because I have nothing of interest to update about (...I kid you not, the most interesting thing that's happened this week is that my brother and I had a fifteen-minute long discussion about pubes, all the while calling them 'poobs'. Don't ask me, ok. I turn into a twelve-year-old boy around my brother, who is eighteen but acts twelve.) so have some totally self-indulgent Frank/Gerard + Brendon domesticity fic! It's part of a much, much bigger piece, but it works on its own (I think).

( Frank Iero and the Quest For the Holy Electric Mixer )

It is so RIDICULOUSLY cold here today. It's supposed to be something like negative 25 tomorrow, wtf. Go away, weather.

I don't talk politics much here, but the caucus is Thursday night and I'm still undecided. HRM. I was leaning toward Clinton, and now I'm leaning toward Obama. I think my brother is going with me, even though he's only seventeen, he'll be eighteen by the election so he can still caucus. I'm thinking about calling up my sister that I don't even get along with and roping her into coming, too, just so there's another body.

Do any of you guys have a caucus/primary in your state, and if so, do you participate? This is my first year, so I'm a little...not nervous really, but unprepared, I suppose.

My brother and I watched No Country For Old Men last night and...( wtf )

I also watched I Am Legend and now desperately want Supernatural crossover fic, where Dean and or Sam have managed to survive and make their way to New York.

Happy New Year, bbs! ♥

Tagged by psychotic_scam, six things you probably don't know about me.

1. I dream about alligators. Big ones. That try to eat me or people I love. A lot.
2. I sneeze at least once every time I eat something especially minty. Mostly Altoids.
3. My brother and I have conversations on a regular basis about things like how Reba McIntyre and Chris Jericho are orangutans and trying to take over the world, and we do it totally straight-faced.
4. I can inflict severe pain using just my toes.
5. The smell of Spaghetti-os and canned ravioli makes me nauseous (although I can eat both without a problem.)
6. I refuse to swim in anything except swimming pools because I'm terrified that even though it would defy logic, there are sharks in the water. Or if not sharks, at least dead bodies and their decaying flesh would get on me.

I am far too lazy to tag anyone specifically today. You should all do it because I'm terribly nosy.

I've been reading a lot of Alias fic lately, ok. (And my undying gratitude to mooyoo for links!) Mostly just stuff where Sark is involved, and mostly just slash. Although I have to admit that Sark/Lauren pings me pretty hard, and I don't even mind Sark/Sydney in small doses. Sark/Vaughn, or Sark/Will, or even Sark/Weiss, though? MAKES ME FEEL LIKE MY BRAIN IS SIZZLING IN MY SKULL. There are some really good pieces that I feel I must share, even if like, only two people on my list even care.

( alias recs )

And one Heroes rec, which I found while catching up tags in heroes_fic, and totally off topic, but I put up a poll there yesterday to gauge tags usage, and I am kind of pathetically happy that so far it seems like people actually use tags in the manner I had intended.

- Five Games Sylar Never Played by sameoldhope. Gen, and just really brilliant. The writing, characterizations, just everything, I really really love this. I honestly don't even know how to explain this fic well enough to entice you to read it, but you really should.

As brought to my attention by lucentliz, the BBC promos for Heroes, which are gorgeous and I love them a lot. Claire, Bennet, Nathan. ETA: And Peter, courtesy of kerri_is_dead.

Also, kind of late mentioning it, but I got the most adorable Thanksgiving card from uneedmerchant. It has pumpkin pie on the cover! Yumyumyum. Thank you, sugar. ♥