Right, dudes, so, the H50 finale. I couldn't watch it last night--my cable went out because my life is terrible--so I watched it today on my lunch break. And, honestly, I think my reactions would be different if I'd watched it in real-time, or if I hadn't had 4 hours sitting around filing to think about it, but! As it happens, it went down like it ( Read more... )

1. There's a new sticky post at the top of my journal! Which, uh, might have updated into your flist despite being dated February 2, 2020 (02/02/2020, yes, I like the number 2, shut up). Sorry about that! I took the old header post, left my masterlist on it, and backdated it to avoid breaking the link, so if anyone had bookmarked it (although, ( Read more... )

Riiiight, so. I sat down tonight to write a post-ep, because it's not really an ep for me until I've written something, because I'm nuts. Instead, I spent far too long watching next week's preview over and over, and then, er. Basically "Steve looked tired in this episode" and "what the hell is Steve doing sitting on a bench when there is WATER he ( Read more... )

Right, so, leupagus and wheres_walnut and I were talking about nerdy high school Steve, and somehow I accidentally ended up writing a little bit of Curving Like The Ocean Toward You 'verse nonsense. So...here's that!

Sorry, dudes, it's 4 in the morning, that's all I got right now.

Title: Maybe We're Both Too Far Gone
Rating: PG, except for, you know, all the fucking ( Read more... )

Welp, tonight's H50 sucked. Here to improve it are four ridiculous possible deleted scenes. Pick your poison!

( Seriously, I would have written a real post-ep, but that episode was not really... good enough... )

Or, leupagus and I write insomnia fic together, because we're awesome like that. And/or because it was the only naturally place to go after we exhausted the topic of Scott Caan and his unholy love of the breast.

( Two sleep-deprived fic writers babbling nonsense is totally better than one, am I right? )

Sorry, did you want some h/c to go with your overwhelming amounts of glorious gay? Because that turns out to be what I'm in the mood for tonight. Post-ep for 1.20, spoilers obviously contained herein, title from the Avett Brothers' song The Day That Marvin Gaye Died. I have by and large stopped rating shit because it is TOO HARD YO, but, uh, this ( Read more... )

( My entire flist is 1.20 spoilers RN why should I be any different/BURRO'S TAKE ON THE HOYAY: )

Alright, so, here's the deal: I'm 25K into a fic that isn't even half done, I have more or less forgotten what solid REM sleep feels like, there is a dude at the coffee place using TWO TABLES even though he is only one person, and I think I misplaced my sanity some time ago. I don't have a case of the Mondays so much as a case of the WHAT THE ( Read more... )

And now we celebrate the second birthday of the day, that of the truly excellent dogeared--and seriously, I'm just saying, April 10th is a pretty damn auspicious day what with all these awesome people being born on it, y'all better recognize. dogeared, love, here's a lazy Sunday morning, Steve & Danny style. I hope it is to your liking, and may you have the ( Read more... )