Tonight, Newport is our bitch!
Oh man, I totally called the ex thing. Ever since last week, with the preview and the pointed lack of pronouns? Yeah. Oldest trick in the book, Alex. I know the pronoun game well.
"Do they even eat?" :D
Seth, I love you and Zach and your big gay comic book club. Where is all the Zack fic? I really love him.
Wow, how close did Ryan and Zach just get? Screencap now please.
I totally didn't realize that was Emanuelle Chriqui playing the ex. This is what happens when you date Lance Bass, people.
Ryan is being really overcute tonight. I really kind of can't take it. He keeps smiling, in unmans me.
I like how this entire episode is *insert slash here*. Guys Night In. Come on.
"Someone's gonna drive." "Not meeeeee." Lindsey is growing on me in a really serious way.
"Can a guy ever get over a girl like you?" Thanks, Lindsey! I was feeling the dearth of femslash here, but you certainly brought it.
"You're gonna hook up with a guy?" Zach said, clearly volunteering himself.
Lead singer of The Thrills really needs to lose that mustache.
"My numb is tongue." Lindsey! I kind of love you.
"How much did you drink?"
"As much as Marissa."
"So you drank a lot."
:D :D :D
Dude, Ryan, wait to flip out on Marissa. I feel like I would appreciate it more had I not this newfound non-hatred of Marissa.
Whoa, Ryan, clutch Seth's shoulder. Just...linger. (Ahahaha, let's fixate on this enough to find a fic in it.)
Nice way to end it, man. Subtle-ish, at least. Leading us toward the future. Excellent.
Oh god, not a let's-break-up-Sandy-and-Kirsten plotline. I can't handle those. I really can't. Leave the One True Parents alone! The Marissa/Alex looks interesting, though.
Also? I really, really want to write some Seth/Zach, but I can't figure out a way to get around Summer. Because I really believe he likes her, and I don't think he'd ever do that to her. Which sucks, because I WANT SOME. Dammit. *scowls*
Wow, updating every day is neat.
You have to watch the new Postal Service video for We Will Become Silhouettes. Directed by Jared Hess, the guy that did Napoleon Dynamite. And, gasp, Ben Gibbard is actually in it! *squishes him* And Jimmy Tamborello, and Jenny Lewis (<3!!1). So great. Love love etc.
And, randomly (yet relatedly): So You'd Like to...get hip despite an enduring, sisyphus-esque clumsiness... Usually I skip over the little Amazon So You'd Like To lists, but this guy is so cute: "Hey! Congratulations, you are well on your way to feigning hip-ness through music and literature... I feel qualified to share this advice with you primarily because I have little idea of what I'm talking about. My philosophy relies not on being in-the-know, or even knowing someone who's in-the know, but rather, seeing how attractive the in-the-know types are, and sort of being too nervous to go over and ask them what they think. Thus, my expertise has come to me at random, and as such is probably just as good as any other proven technique out there." He doesn't know it, but he's so my boyfriend.
Sara, quit rambling and post fic! Okay, voices in my head, quiet down.
proteinscollide said: Ryan/Seth is always good. Lyrics? Ice has covered up my parents / hands don't have any dreams don't have any plans. / Growin' up in some strange storm, / nobody's cold, nobody's warm. So this is post-ep for The Ex-Factor, which just aired tonight.
Some Strange Storm
Things Which Seth Cohen is Abundantly Familiar With:
1. Screwing up his personal relationships in new and inventive ways.
2. Being in a romantic relationship, and then losing it.
3. Walking away from people he's not ready to walk away from.
Things Which Seth Cohen Is Not So Familiar With:
1. Being the one to do the breaking up with someone.
2. Screwing up this much in the space of one year. It's like a record.
3. Ryan's hand on his shoulder. Not like Ryan never touches him (does that sound wrong, or is it just Seth? Just him then, okay.), but they're almost to the car. Alex has closed the door, and Ryan's hand is still on his shoulder, squeezing a little. Clutching, kind of, like he's the one that needs comforting, not Seth. This is possible. Okay.
"Dude, I'll drive," Seth says. He knows something is wrong when Ryan just hands over the keys. Not that things would be not wrong, that is, because tonight's been kind of a long night, but Ryan's in the car now, leaning back against the seat, his eyes closed. He doesn't even say anything when Seth switches Journey out of the CD player and puts on The Postal Service.
So Ryan has Lindsey, and Seth has no one, which is cool. Seth is really good at having no one; he's had a lot of practice, after all. Seth has Ben Gibbard, he doesn't need a girlfriend. Which, okay, that totally came out wrong in Seth's head. Maybe the next step was hooking up with a guy.
Seth looked over at Ryan. Oh yeah, good plan. If there was ever a time to think about Ryan that way, this was clearly the ideal time. Shut up, let's pretend he's never thought about Ryan that way before. For the sake of argument. The argument that Seth is having with himself. Again.
He pulls into the driveway, and they both head inside to the kitchen. Ryan gets the leftovers from the fridge, passing the dumplings to Seth and cracking open the leftover pad thai. They sit and eat in silence. It lasts approximately a minute and a half.
"Okay, I'm going to say something."
"Nice to have a warning," Ryan says. He doesn't stop eating. His hair is still a little damp and salt-tangled from the sea. Seth wants to reach over and drag the strands through his fingers. Seriously, excellent timing, man.
"You could have told me about Alex before. I can handle these things, you know." Seth grabs another dumpling, to keep his hands occupied.
"I could tell by the way you freaked out and ran over there."
"Yeah well, that's what I do. I freak out. It doesn't mean I don't deserve the truth."
"I just didn't want you getting hurt, okay?" Ryan sets his fork down with a clatter.
"Hey, you know, a guy gets used to it. I've had practice."
"Right."
"So I'm out another girlfriend. It's no big deal." Seth, you're a liar. You're a liar, and you suck at it.
"You've still got Zack."
"That's very funny," Seth says, then, as an afterthought, "Zack's got Summer."
"You've still got me."
"No, Lindsey has you."
"What, am I public property now?"
"Technically that would make you private property."
"Cute."
"I try."
"No you don't. You banter as a self-defense mechanism, it's automatic."
"Thank you, Dr. Atwood. Banter is the only language I speak, please don't try and make me learn another one. Sincerity doesn't work for me, I get the accents all wrong."
"I'm going to bed." Ryan stands up and takes his pad thai back to the refrigerator.
"I thought you wanted to talk."
"I don't."
"Hey, look, come on-" Seth says as he follows him out to the pool house. He grabs Ryan's shoulder, but maybe only Ryan can do that because he's suddenly backed up against the door in the cold January air. Ryan's got a fistful of Seth's shirt and he's close, closer than he usually stands. (Things Which Seth Cohen Is Not So Familiar With, #4: Having an actual, tangible moment with Ryan, one that he can freeze frame and go, Yes, this is different than how things usually are with us.)
"I thought Lindsey had drowned out there," Ryan says, his voice low. For Seth, only, and he's so close. Seth can feel his heart pounding against Ryan's knuckles. "I just want her to be safe. And you. You don't need to be with people that are going to hurt you."
"That's what people do, Ryan." Seth's mouth is dry. He wonders how he's managing to speak at all.
"Well they shouldn't do it to you."
"I agree," Seth says, nodding, and it's really awesome how he has any measure of self-control right now, how he's not leaning into Ryan and doing what he's been wanting to do since they first met.
"I don't want to hurt you. Or Lindsey. Or anybody."
"That's very noble," Seth says, and then he stops speaking because Ryan's mouth is pressed against his, warm and tasting a little like saltwater, and. Oh. This is what Ryan meant, obviously, because it hurts. It's so good it's like Ryan has reached inside Seth's chest and taken out his heart, and when he gives it back, Seth's pretty sure it'll be different. Bruised. If he ever gives it back at all. If Seth would even take it, if he did.
Ryan's hand is warm against Seth's jaw. He's a really good kisser, which is either a value judgment on his technique or a symptom of the fact that Seth has never been kissed by someone he's wanted this much. Not even Summer. Summer, who used to be his girlfriend, like Lindsey is Ryan's girlfriend, and Seth should stop. He's not going to stop. He doesn't care. Or he does, but just. Not enough to ever stop this.
"I'm sorry," Ryan says. He breaks away, releasing Seth and pushing him away a little. "I'm sorry," Ryan says again, and he walks away, into the pool house. Shuts the door, and leaves Seth staring.
It's cold outside, and Seth is burning. It's all beneath his skin, and his head hurts, and his lips taste of salt and there's an ache in his lungs like he hasn't been breathing. He's forgotten Alex, he's forgotten Summer, but he can't forget Lindsey, and he sure as hell won't forget Ryan. Ryan, who said he didn't want to hurt Seth, and did. Seth walks back inside the house.
Ryan always has the best of intentions. It's in the execution where he tends to go wrong.
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"Do they even eat?" :D
Seth, I love you and Zach and your big gay comic book club. Where is all the Zack fic? I really love him.
Wow, how close did Ryan and Zach just get? Screencap now please.
I totally didn't realize that was Emanuelle Chriqui playing the ex. This is what happens when you date Lance Bass, people.
Ryan is being really overcute tonight. I really kind of can't take it. He keeps smiling, in unmans me.
I like how this entire episode is *insert slash here*. Guys Night In. Come on.
"Someone's gonna drive." "Not meeeeee." Lindsey is growing on me in a really serious way.
"Can a guy ever get over a girl like you?" Thanks, Lindsey! I was feeling the dearth of femslash here, but you certainly brought it.
"You're gonna hook up with a guy?" Zach said, clearly volunteering himself.
Lead singer of The Thrills really needs to lose that mustache.
"My numb is tongue." Lindsey! I kind of love you.
"How much did you drink?"
"As much as Marissa."
"So you drank a lot."
:D :D :D
Dude, Ryan, wait to flip out on Marissa. I feel like I would appreciate it more had I not this newfound non-hatred of Marissa.
Whoa, Ryan, clutch Seth's shoulder. Just...linger. (Ahahaha, let's fixate on this enough to find a fic in it.)
Nice way to end it, man. Subtle-ish, at least. Leading us toward the future. Excellent.
Oh god, not a let's-break-up-Sandy-and-Kirsten plotline. I can't handle those. I really can't. Leave the One True Parents alone! The Marissa/Alex looks interesting, though.
Also? I really, really want to write some Seth/Zach, but I can't figure out a way to get around Summer. Because I really believe he likes her, and I don't think he'd ever do that to her. Which sucks, because I WANT SOME. Dammit. *scowls*
Wow, updating every day is neat.
You have to watch the new Postal Service video for We Will Become Silhouettes. Directed by Jared Hess, the guy that did Napoleon Dynamite. And, gasp, Ben Gibbard is actually in it! *squishes him* And Jimmy Tamborello, and Jenny Lewis (<3!!1). So great. Love love etc.
And, randomly (yet relatedly): So You'd Like to...get hip despite an enduring, sisyphus-esque clumsiness... Usually I skip over the little Amazon So You'd Like To lists, but this guy is so cute: "Hey! Congratulations, you are well on your way to feigning hip-ness through music and literature... I feel qualified to share this advice with you primarily because I have little idea of what I'm talking about. My philosophy relies not on being in-the-know, or even knowing someone who's in-the know, but rather, seeing how attractive the in-the-know types are, and sort of being too nervous to go over and ask them what they think. Thus, my expertise has come to me at random, and as such is probably just as good as any other proven technique out there." He doesn't know it, but he's so my boyfriend.
Sara, quit rambling and post fic! Okay, voices in my head, quiet down.
proteinscollide said: Ryan/Seth is always good. Lyrics? Ice has covered up my parents / hands don't have any dreams don't have any plans. / Growin' up in some strange storm, / nobody's cold, nobody's warm. So this is post-ep for The Ex-Factor, which just aired tonight.
Some Strange Storm
Things Which Seth Cohen is Abundantly Familiar With:
1. Screwing up his personal relationships in new and inventive ways.
2. Being in a romantic relationship, and then losing it.
3. Walking away from people he's not ready to walk away from.
Things Which Seth Cohen Is Not So Familiar With:
1. Being the one to do the breaking up with someone.
2. Screwing up this much in the space of one year. It's like a record.
3. Ryan's hand on his shoulder. Not like Ryan never touches him (does that sound wrong, or is it just Seth? Just him then, okay.), but they're almost to the car. Alex has closed the door, and Ryan's hand is still on his shoulder, squeezing a little. Clutching, kind of, like he's the one that needs comforting, not Seth. This is possible. Okay.
"Dude, I'll drive," Seth says. He knows something is wrong when Ryan just hands over the keys. Not that things would be not wrong, that is, because tonight's been kind of a long night, but Ryan's in the car now, leaning back against the seat, his eyes closed. He doesn't even say anything when Seth switches Journey out of the CD player and puts on The Postal Service.
So Ryan has Lindsey, and Seth has no one, which is cool. Seth is really good at having no one; he's had a lot of practice, after all. Seth has Ben Gibbard, he doesn't need a girlfriend. Which, okay, that totally came out wrong in Seth's head. Maybe the next step was hooking up with a guy.
Seth looked over at Ryan. Oh yeah, good plan. If there was ever a time to think about Ryan that way, this was clearly the ideal time. Shut up, let's pretend he's never thought about Ryan that way before. For the sake of argument. The argument that Seth is having with himself. Again.
He pulls into the driveway, and they both head inside to the kitchen. Ryan gets the leftovers from the fridge, passing the dumplings to Seth and cracking open the leftover pad thai. They sit and eat in silence. It lasts approximately a minute and a half.
"Okay, I'm going to say something."
"Nice to have a warning," Ryan says. He doesn't stop eating. His hair is still a little damp and salt-tangled from the sea. Seth wants to reach over and drag the strands through his fingers. Seriously, excellent timing, man.
"You could have told me about Alex before. I can handle these things, you know." Seth grabs another dumpling, to keep his hands occupied.
"I could tell by the way you freaked out and ran over there."
"Yeah well, that's what I do. I freak out. It doesn't mean I don't deserve the truth."
"I just didn't want you getting hurt, okay?" Ryan sets his fork down with a clatter.
"Hey, you know, a guy gets used to it. I've had practice."
"Right."
"So I'm out another girlfriend. It's no big deal." Seth, you're a liar. You're a liar, and you suck at it.
"You've still got Zack."
"That's very funny," Seth says, then, as an afterthought, "Zack's got Summer."
"You've still got me."
"No, Lindsey has you."
"What, am I public property now?"
"Technically that would make you private property."
"Cute."
"I try."
"No you don't. You banter as a self-defense mechanism, it's automatic."
"Thank you, Dr. Atwood. Banter is the only language I speak, please don't try and make me learn another one. Sincerity doesn't work for me, I get the accents all wrong."
"I'm going to bed." Ryan stands up and takes his pad thai back to the refrigerator.
"I thought you wanted to talk."
"I don't."
"Hey, look, come on-" Seth says as he follows him out to the pool house. He grabs Ryan's shoulder, but maybe only Ryan can do that because he's suddenly backed up against the door in the cold January air. Ryan's got a fistful of Seth's shirt and he's close, closer than he usually stands. (Things Which Seth Cohen Is Not So Familiar With, #4: Having an actual, tangible moment with Ryan, one that he can freeze frame and go, Yes, this is different than how things usually are with us.)
"I thought Lindsey had drowned out there," Ryan says, his voice low. For Seth, only, and he's so close. Seth can feel his heart pounding against Ryan's knuckles. "I just want her to be safe. And you. You don't need to be with people that are going to hurt you."
"That's what people do, Ryan." Seth's mouth is dry. He wonders how he's managing to speak at all.
"Well they shouldn't do it to you."
"I agree," Seth says, nodding, and it's really awesome how he has any measure of self-control right now, how he's not leaning into Ryan and doing what he's been wanting to do since they first met.
"I don't want to hurt you. Or Lindsey. Or anybody."
"That's very noble," Seth says, and then he stops speaking because Ryan's mouth is pressed against his, warm and tasting a little like saltwater, and. Oh. This is what Ryan meant, obviously, because it hurts. It's so good it's like Ryan has reached inside Seth's chest and taken out his heart, and when he gives it back, Seth's pretty sure it'll be different. Bruised. If he ever gives it back at all. If Seth would even take it, if he did.
Ryan's hand is warm against Seth's jaw. He's a really good kisser, which is either a value judgment on his technique or a symptom of the fact that Seth has never been kissed by someone he's wanted this much. Not even Summer. Summer, who used to be his girlfriend, like Lindsey is Ryan's girlfriend, and Seth should stop. He's not going to stop. He doesn't care. Or he does, but just. Not enough to ever stop this.
"I'm sorry," Ryan says. He breaks away, releasing Seth and pushing him away a little. "I'm sorry," Ryan says again, and he walks away, into the pool house. Shuts the door, and leaves Seth staring.
It's cold outside, and Seth is burning. It's all beneath his skin, and his head hurts, and his lips taste of salt and there's an ache in his lungs like he hasn't been breathing. He's forgotten Alex, he's forgotten Summer, but he can't forget Lindsey, and he sure as hell won't forget Ryan. Ryan, who said he didn't want to hurt Seth, and did. Seth walks back inside the house.
Ryan always has the best of intentions. It's in the execution where he tends to go wrong.
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