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[schmerica]

How to completely screw up your sleep schedule in a few easy steps:

Stay up till 3am. Sleep in till 4pm. Stay up till 5am. Sleep in till 4pm again.

I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer, I know.

In other news, OMG WRITING IS HARD. *pokes wordpad with pointy stick*

I did write more "Simon and River living as married couple on backwoods planet" comment porn in musesfool's journal yesterday. But that doesn't really help with ds_seekritsanta.

Sigh. Come plaaaaay with me in my comments! Comment porn, jokes, songs, blah blah blah, I need company while I try to work. I like outlines to imaginary stories, too. I was looking through my documents folder earlier and found the following conversation, which was me spamming BLG while she was offline, and which I had totally forgotten about:

pearl_o: also, your K/G is oddly making me want to write horrible unfaithful Ray stories.
pearl_o: like, I want some excuse for a slight AU with Ray and Fraser
pearl_o: where Ray is not undercover but is Ray, and they meet each other and start working
pearl_o: and there is subtle flirting all day, and they end up going out to eat
pearl_o: and afterwards they are walking, and Fraser takes the chance, goes with it, asks politely if this is all right, and kisses Ray
pearl_o: and Ray wide-eyed and goes "Yeah. Okay" and kisses him back
pearl_o: and they are getting more comfortable, still kissing urgently and Ray's cell phone goes off
pearl_o: and he has to extract himself to answer the phone
pearl_o: and it's this awkward one sided conversation, and Ray gets off the phone.
pearl_o: and Fraser is stuck between asking and not asking who that was
pearl_o: and finally Ray admits that it was his wife, and Fraser's face just suddenly goes completely blank
pearl_o: and he's all "Ah. I see. If you'll just--" and fixing his hat and excusing himself
pearl_o: and Ray goes after it, all "Wait, Fraser, it's not like that--"
pearl_o: And Fraser stops and looks at him, and Ray goes, "--Okay. It is like that." And he starts to stumble out something about how his marriage his falling apart and Stella doesn't even like him and he didn't mean, but Fraser just sort of apologizes and gets out of there as quickly as possible
pearl_o: .and then the next day it's just like, work.
pearl_o: and it's awkward and they don't talk about it all.
pearl_o: and then I don't know what. Since I'm not writing this, and have no idea where it'd go from there.
pearl_o: I'm totally abusing yahoo's letting me leave offline messages. I wonder if you'll get all of these.

Let's see, what else. Have I mentioned lately Fraser's scruffiness? Or BABYOMG? Or Ray? Not anything in particularly about Ray. Just, you know. The fact of his existance. Look, het kissing! Mmmm. He's so pretty. Really, he needs Fraser to fuck him.

The more I think about the aforementioned River/Simon scenario, the more disturbing wrong kink fulfilling it gets. Weird.

Final thought: Keira Knightley is so hot. So very hot. King Arthur dvd should come out, um, now. Yes.

(Screencaps from callumkeithrennie.net, as always, but I have no idea where the KK pic came from.)

ETA: Okay, so now I'm off writing in my notebook, and I put on the Fellowship of the Ring extended edition cast commentary dvd on the background -- and jesus god, I had forgotten how much listening to this makes me want Orlando Bloom to die. Or, you know, not die but SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.)

Comments

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Ahahahaha. Dude, you don't even have any emotional connection with these characters! What happened to your heart of stone?

[harriet-spy.livejournal.com]

I totally think, under the right circumstances, I would be a Fraser girl.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Which is as it should be. In my head, at least. Although, admittedly, I am not a particularly objective party with this topic.

Actually, you know, it occurs to me that I don't really know your taste very well; I have no idea what in due South would appeal to you, and which things or people would make you insanely cranky.

[harriet-spy.livejournal.com]

The closest I can come to a common denominator is that I like extremists: people who are committed in one way or another to some principle or duty that just pulls them out of true with the society around them. Of course, that's not sufficient, but it helps. If the principle is some kind of duty/virtue, they need to retain humility or compassion or self-deprecation; if it's something darker or odder, it needs to be interesting or entertaining or sad.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

*nod* In that case, I can see Fraser as possibly having a lot to appeal to you, yeah.