"I'M GONNA PIN YOU DOWN...I don't know, Morgan told me to say that."
HELLO, INTERNET. Today was productive! Now I am home! I should eat some food, but instead I'm going to shout about Reid fucking Charlie Bartlett for awhile.
Because, okay. Morgan and Garcia? Smoking hot. And I can buy that there's sexual tension between some of the others from time to time. But the first time I was ever like, "JESUS CHRIST THEY WANT TO FUCK" on this show was the first time I saw this episode. I was OVERWHELMED by how much Reid and Charlie Bartlett needed to bone. Like, totally overwhelmed.
Anyway, we're on that episode and mcwonthelottery clearly understands the ridiculous sexual tension.
pocky_slash: Oh my god, Reid, you want to fuck him so badly!
mcwonthelottery: But he doesn't! I mean, he does, but I don't think he even understands what he's feeling. He's like, "I just want to hold him......with my penis."'
mcwonthelottery: I don't know what he just said, but that was a "Fuck me" look.
pocky_slash: Every look they've given each other has been a "Fuck me" look!
mcwonthelottery: Sometimes it's a weepy, "Hold me" look.
pocky_slash: Reid just put handcuffs on him. Of course it's a "Fuck me" look.
Pretty much, we are just shouting at the screen. I mean, we always shout at the screen. Hotch, for one, totally doesn't seem to know the only thing we know for sure.
***
Life continues apace here at Cardigan Central. Becca and I are making elaborate plans on how to kill each other with a hammer as practice for when a serial killer forces us to do so. I still don't have a job, but I'm starting temp work pretty much immediately. I'm writing shit, Becca was hammering stuff earlier (not my skull, but nails to hang things), and we just did all the dishes.
Last night, we went to see Amanda Palmer in Cabaret with Tina and Decklin and one of their friends. It was a nice night out! I don't know that I have much to say about the show itself because I am kind of Cabaret spoiled, but it was nice to see Tina and Deckin and meet someone new (keep reading, I'll get to it) and have a drink and see some live (if awkwardly staged) theatre.
On the line to get into the theatre, mcwonthelottery and I were catching each other up on our days. I was explaining the pancake cardigan_verse fic to Becca and I think the conversation went kind of like this:
Me: And then Jack is like, trying to get him to talk and also building a tower out of creamer containers and Ianto is like, "Jesus fucking christ, why do I allow myself to be seen with you in public?"
Person in front of us: Um, Torchwood?
Becca and Me: ::whirl around:: Yes?
Person in front of us: I approve!
Becca: I guess "Ianto" is kind of a give away.
Anyway, that person turned out to be chicleeblair. Life got even more randomly amusing when she was like, "I mostly write about Gwen" and I very nerdily was like, "OMG NO ONE WRITES ABOUT GWEN WHY AREN'T WE FRIENDS?"
When we were seated, Becca just shook her head and said, "I can't believe you managed to meet the only other Gwen Cooper fan in the world on line for Cabaret."
It's true, guys XD MAN, LIFE IS AWESOME.
***
I really need to eat some food. And this Charlie Bartlett episode is almost over. And I know I'm like, six days behind on the meme, but I'll get on that later today. Or tomorrow. Anyway, food is more important. Well, food and Hotch and Morgan having a boyfriend fight.
ALSO, REMEMBER! WRITING CHAT THINGY! TOMORROW AT 9PM EST. BE THERE OR BE ■!
Because, okay. Morgan and Garcia? Smoking hot. And I can buy that there's sexual tension between some of the others from time to time. But the first time I was ever like, "JESUS CHRIST THEY WANT TO FUCK" on this show was the first time I saw this episode. I was OVERWHELMED by how much Reid and Charlie Bartlett needed to bone. Like, totally overwhelmed.
Anyway, we're on that episode and mcwonthelottery clearly understands the ridiculous sexual tension.
pocky_slash: Oh my god, Reid, you want to fuck him so badly!
mcwonthelottery: But he doesn't! I mean, he does, but I don't think he even understands what he's feeling. He's like, "I just want to hold him......with my penis."'
mcwonthelottery: I don't know what he just said, but that was a "Fuck me" look.
pocky_slash: Every look they've given each other has been a "Fuck me" look!
mcwonthelottery: Sometimes it's a weepy, "Hold me" look.
pocky_slash: Reid just put handcuffs on him. Of course it's a "Fuck me" look.
Pretty much, we are just shouting at the screen. I mean, we always shout at the screen. Hotch, for one, totally doesn't seem to know the only thing we know for sure.
***
Life continues apace here at Cardigan Central. Becca and I are making elaborate plans on how to kill each other with a hammer as practice for when a serial killer forces us to do so. I still don't have a job, but I'm starting temp work pretty much immediately. I'm writing shit, Becca was hammering stuff earlier (not my skull, but nails to hang things), and we just did all the dishes.
Last night, we went to see Amanda Palmer in Cabaret with Tina and Decklin and one of their friends. It was a nice night out! I don't know that I have much to say about the show itself because I am kind of Cabaret spoiled, but it was nice to see Tina and Deckin and meet someone new (keep reading, I'll get to it) and have a drink and see some live (if awkwardly staged) theatre.
On the line to get into the theatre, mcwonthelottery and I were catching each other up on our days. I was explaining the pancake cardigan_verse fic to Becca and I think the conversation went kind of like this:
Me: And then Jack is like, trying to get him to talk and also building a tower out of creamer containers and Ianto is like, "Jesus fucking christ, why do I allow myself to be seen with you in public?"
Person in front of us: Um, Torchwood?
Becca and Me: ::whirl around:: Yes?
Person in front of us: I approve!
Becca: I guess "Ianto" is kind of a give away.
Anyway, that person turned out to be chicleeblair. Life got even more randomly amusing when she was like, "I mostly write about Gwen" and I very nerdily was like, "OMG NO ONE WRITES ABOUT GWEN WHY AREN'T WE FRIENDS?"
When we were seated, Becca just shook her head and said, "I can't believe you managed to meet the only other Gwen Cooper fan in the world on line for Cabaret."
It's true, guys XD MAN, LIFE IS AWESOME.
***
I really need to eat some food. And this Charlie Bartlett episode is almost over. And I know I'm like, six days behind on the meme, but I'll get on that later today. Or tomorrow. Anyway, food is more important. Well, food and Hotch and Morgan having a boyfriend fight.
ALSO, REMEMBER! WRITING CHAT THINGY! TOMORROW AT 9PM EST. BE THERE OR BE ■!