schmerica: (spaz in the lavender hoodie)
I got a lot of presents -- more than I was expecting or deserved! -- and they are all amazingly wonderful. swag! )

And everybody in the family is chilling out and we've all had our naps and are sitting around listening to Dean Martin sing Christmas music and yummy food is cooking and it's calm and beautiful and just. Wonderful. It's a wonderful, wonderful Christmas.

And I just got online and all of YOU are having great days and freaking out about how awesome yuletide is and just being full of love.

And to top it all off? It's snowing outside. You guys, I have lived in the Pacific Northwest for 16 years, and I can't remember this EVER happening before. It's freaking MAGICAL.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. *beams at you all*
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schmerica: (ollie is a man of tact)
Dear everyone who has done the "tell me what you would make me write!" meme, here are my answers to every single one of you:

i. Pete/Mikey AUs
ii. Underage (bandom) blowjobs of any kind [and actually, to amend this, really, any underage sex. Nervous make-outs, and first time handjobs, and hands in new places, and just. All of it. Yes.]
iii. Any and all use of Schechter

(When I told [livejournal.com profile] pre_emptive this list, she said "Pete/Mikey HSAU where they give Schechter blowjobs?"

[livejournal.com profile] pre_emptive is kind of an evil tease, you guys. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT WAS SOMETHING THAT DIDN'T EXIST IN MY LIFE UNTIL SHE BROUGHT IT UP. Whatever, man.)

Work lost my last paycheck and I had to call the regional HR line and cancel the check and get them to send me a new one and it's going to take foreeeeeever and I really need that measly sixty dollars, okay, please give it to me NOW.

I feel like listening to the song "Umbrella" on repeat. Unfortunately I only have Mandy Moore's cover, and not the original. Anybody feel like sharing?

I don't know, I'm in a weird mood. Here, have a picture of Bob and girl!Gerard looking stupid: awwww )

Tell something awesome, my darlings?
schmerica: (girl named chuck)
I went to change my name to "Mikeyway Doesn't Understand the Point of This Athleticness" in my profile, but apparently livejournal doesn't approve of names that long. Whatever, lj! I had to go with my second choice instead. I am now "mikeyway: never been vaginally penetrated!"

Awesome, I know.

My sister is playing Christmas music; the song that's on right now is Frank Sinatra singing "Mistletoe and Holly". Which is a fine song, but wow, it's connected in my memory so incredibly strongly with my late grandmother. I'm sitting here across the room and all I can think about is 20 years of playing rummy around the table with her while she hummed "Oh, by gosh, by golly."

Plans for the rest of tonight: Jeopardy!, Pushing Daisies, wrapping presents. (Word on the street is it's the most wonderful time of the year, you guys. CHRIIIIIIIIIISTMAS.)

I'm thinking about changing my default icon again, just because everytime I see it now I'm thinking about tiny eskimo Willow and it distracts me a little bit from the Frankieness. On the other hand, it kind of makes it totally awesome. DECISIONS. Edit: I did end up changing it! Now I still have Frankie, but he's not waving to me in a stupid hoodie, he's just smoking a cigarette in a van. Still good!

Anyway. I'm going to go look at more pictures of Pete Wentz's stupid face. What are you guys up to?
schmerica: (holiday: can't catch me!)
Merry Christmas to all you celebrators out there! As has been the case the last few years, my day at home with my family has been quiet, lowkey and pleasant. Christmas is never as spectacular as when you're a little kid, but it's never as disappointing, either. I got lots of small gifts I was hoping for, some total surprises, and a gift of money in my stocking from my grandparents that was approximately five times the sum I was expecting.

I didn't participate in [livejournal.com profile] yuletide this year, but I have gotten a chance to at least begin the first look thrugh the archive, and I've already seen some total gems. I might do recs later, but as of right now, I'm pretty sure The WØRD (Colbert Report slash -- not RPS) is the story of the season.

I did participate in [livejournal.com profile] ds_seekritsanta, and I'll definitely do proper recs for that later. I'm not completely pleased with the story I wrote, so I'm not as upset as I would be that I'm not sure my recipient is, either. On the other hand, I got an AWESOME present. The number of Frannie/Ray Vecchio stories in the universe has been increased by one more, and it's wonderful. I love every piece of it, not only the incesty bits but the beautiful, beautiful backstory. I am a lucky girl! Safe as Houses, Thick as Thieves.

This is a holiday of board games at my house, apparently. Last night me, the parents and La Soeur played Apples to Apples for the first time together. At one point, when I was judge, the green card was "sultry" and I had to choose between the following red cards: Jack the Ripper; soy sauce; baked potatoes.

Of course, as any right thinking person would do, I picked soy sauce.

La Soeur and I have also tried her new game of Disney Scene It, and Triominoes and Risk might be up later tonight. Also on the schedule: lots of dvds and books. La Soeur got the Supernatural dvds, a present that results in much high squeaked excitement, and I witnessed "A Day in the Life of Jared and Jensen" and their commentary on "Phantom Traveller" for the first time. J-squared fandom: I understand now.

(Also, throwing knives? Seriously? Was someone, like, sitting around pondering and suddenly goes, "You know what? Jensen Ackles is JUST NOT HOT ENOUGH. Let's add THROWING KNIVES." My god, people! My heart can only take so much!)

We also have Stick It and NCIS season 2 to go through, of course. And I just finished The Other Boleyn Girl and am about to start on the huge pile of cheap romance novel paperbacks my mother picked up for me this weekend. SCORE.
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schmerica: (ds: oh god i love these boys)
I managed to find my way home! It is weird here. This is not unexpected, nor is it necessarily bad.

I am waiting for a pecan pie to finish cooking before I can go to sleep in the uncomfortable attic bedroom. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, which I am actually really, really happy about. Yay, holiday.

You all know how ridiculously fucking grateful I am for fandom, right? I'm sure you must. I love you ALL, dirty minds and clever wit and joyful squee and thoughtful criticism and everything else that makes you you <3<3<3.

Thanksgiving always makes me think back to this entry of [livejournal.com profile] aerye's from 2004. Oh, my BOYS. My boys FUCKING. What is better than that, really?

*sigh*

(Wow, you keep me up this late and suddenly I get all sappy, don't I?)

Here is part of a conversation I had with [livejournal.com profile] brooklinegirl about my Ray/Ray post from the other day:

BLG: pearl, your write-up of what you need to make ray/ray work made Fraser smile proudly. *pets your head*

ME: *giggles* I don't know, I think Fraser might be disappointed in me that I can't expand my horizons! He might think I'm being close-minded, you know. He's all "I would certainly want Ray and Ray to be happy together, Erica. I'm not sure why you're so upset at the prospect. I'm glad, indeed, that they have managed to find happiness, even in such an unexpected place."

And then I go, "FRASER YOU ARE SUCH A WOOBIE."

And then he blushes and runs his finger under his collar and moves away quickly.


Edited to add: ALSO. Okay, first I am addicted to Aloha Solitaire over at yahoo games, which frankly is a stupid thing to be addicted to, because it is basically nothing but card matching. And then second, when I was on the bus today listening to my ipod, I decided I need to make all my friends listen to "Sunday Morning Coming Down" a couple dozen times on repeat until they wrote me post-HCL Billy fic. You're all good with that, right?
schmerica: (holiday: halloween!)
I can't say exactly how this tragic turn of events has come to pass, but -- dude. It is Halloween and I am alone in my house with no candy.

NONE WHATSOEVER. No candy at all!

This is so wrong I don't have words, yo. How am I supposed to get through the night without any chocolate? I guess while I hide in my room away from hopeful trick-or-treaters, I'll at least have an episode of Heroes to comfort me.

Anyone up for comment fic exchanging? You all know my fandoms by now.
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schmerica: (holiday: even ancient romans love santa)
Dear [livejournal.com profile] ds_seekritsanta writer,

Thank you so much for this story! Frannie/RayK is totally a not-so-secret kink of mine, and they're both really cute here. (Plus, uh, the vague incest intimations at the end didn't hurt at all!)

Yay, story!

wheeeee,
Pearl-o



Dear [livejournal.com profile] yuletide writer,

Here's the thing: I so don't deserve a story this good. I actually didn't manage to finish my story this year, because of various panicky stressful things, so really, my fannish karma should have me gotten something, well... crappy.

This story is so far from the fannish purgatory I was expecting it's not even funny.

I can't imagine Rome was anything like an easy fandom to write for -- I don't think I could do -- but you do it wonderfully and seemingly effortlessly. Octavia and Octavian are two of my very favorite characters in the show, and I'm in love with how you do them here, with the lightest, most delicate touch, and figurative language that sounds just right.

Seriously, you took my breath away. Thank you so much, dude.

babbling with love,
Pearl-o



Dear Christmas,

Look, I have nothing but goodwill to you. The tree looks gorgeous, and I don't even know what my family got me yet, and I'm already pretty sure it'll be sweet and generous and make me glow all day. Even outside the presents, Christmas! I love Christmas! It's awesome! I dig you, man!

Which is why I just -- I don't understand what's up with this early present, dude. What on Earth did I do that makes getting a Cold From Hell settling in Christmas Eve afternoon appropriate? I mean, this is way worse than coal in my stocking! Did the idea of me feeling like I had a normal sized head, or not aching all over like I just helped somebody move lots and lots and lots of heavy furniture, or not hacking away with mucous, or even -- God forbid -- just being able to sleep?

...If this is because of the messing up Yuletide thing, I don't think that's a very funny joke.

I realize that it's only 2 am, so I really hope you shape up with the next 22 hours. I would very much appreciate it!

Yours hopefully,
erica

P.S. Not to mention that you've totally ruined the experiment with booze that was supposed to happen these two days. LAME.

Links to the stories I received:
can nature change the seasons of the years. Rome, Octavian with hints of Octavian/Octavia.
Strangers in a parking lots. due South, Frannie/RayK.
schmerica: (holiday: even ancient romans love santa)
*makes grabby hands at all the Ghirardelli Peppermint Bark bars in the world*

Edited to add: this link has made my entire DAY.
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