Yesterday sucked some major ass. I think the words my friend used to describe this week were 'horrific' and 'scarring' and 'God didn't make a bottle of vodka big enough for this.' Okay, the latter might've been me. In an effort to promote happy-making, however, a few things:
a) I've posted Heroes fic twice this week -- L'Amour N'est Pas Tout, which is Peter/Nathan of the very NC-17 variety, and The Man Who Told Everything, which is Peter, Hiro and Nathan, and so general that your mom could read it.
b)
svmadelyn is once again hosting the love-fest known as The Valentine's Day Game, which is about fifty kinds of awesomeness.. It's where you give lots of other people love and then sometimes they give you love too, and everybody is happy and gets warm fuzzies. *pause* Just read the flipping instructions and participate, okay? Do unto others and all that claptrap.
c) Some brilliant giving soul (
ella_ventic) has taken it upon themselves to transcribe the cast commentary for Heroes, which I believe is a new thing, or may just have only recently come to my attention because of the fucking AWESOMEness of said commentary this week. If you've been in my LJ in the last two days I've tried to pimp it to you (I have no doubt) because when you have three men talking about BroYay and designer stubble you are SO doing something right.
Tim Kring? You and me, baby. I'm drawing sparkly hearts around your name right now.
ETA: There was something that really fucking bugged me about last night's Friday Night Lights. ( Okay, there was more than one thing, but I think the biggest can be summed up like this... )
a) I've posted Heroes fic twice this week -- L'Amour N'est Pas Tout, which is Peter/Nathan of the very NC-17 variety, and The Man Who Told Everything, which is Peter, Hiro and Nathan, and so general that your mom could read it.
b)
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c) Some brilliant giving soul (
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Tim Kring? You and me, baby. I'm drawing sparkly hearts around your name right now.
ETA: There was something that really fucking bugged me about last night's Friday Night Lights. ( Okay, there was more than one thing, but I think the biggest can be summed up like this... )