And The World Wanna Dance.
So my sister got her tongue pierced yesterday because she's apparently rebelling against our parents at least fifteen years too late. It actually looks really nice on her, but because it's a piercing, her tongue has swollen up so now she talks with a bit of a lisp. And because the brother-in-law and I are total bastards, we have been laughing hysterically and teasing her about it every chance we get, even though she really sounds adorable. We wouldn't be family if we didn't tease her, okay?
Yesterday was also Evil Dead: The Musical! night in Ottawa. We went with our friend S. and her boyfriend, and had a complete blast. I've watched the original show twice in Toronto whereas this was just the Carleton theater production of it without the original cast, but it was still amazing and funny. Also, the actors playing Ash and Scott were kind of ridiculously slashy to the point that the brother-in-law was quietly chanting "Kiss him, kiss him, KISS HIM" while they were singing and tangoing to What the Fuck Was That?, which is apparently something that my sister got him into after watching Smallville for seven seasons. I am amused. The Queen would be too, I tell you.
Since S. had never actually watched any of the Evil Dead series, we had a marathon after the show and had way too much fun watching her get traumatized by Evil Dead. She kept making scaredy faces at all the Deadites and asking when all the funny stuff was going to happen, and I kept telling her it was in the second or third one while trying not to laugh.
"The boomstick thing?"
"Third one."
"Anna and Jake?"
"Second one."
"The talking moose?"
"Second one."
"Damn it!!"
The brother-in-law and I got home at three a.m., and God, I'm still tired. I should've gone to bed an hour ago, but I am on an NCIS fic kick that includes Gibbs/Abby bondage porn (oh, I don't even know) and ridiculous hot threesome stories that push all my buttons. And now I'm trying to find crackfic crossovers that cater to all my kinks and RPF and RPS because I made the mistake of watching the Cast Roundtable at Dean's place last week, and between Michael Weatherly flirting madly with Sean Murray and Cote de Pablo practically sitting in Mark Harmon's lap (aigh! porn!) and stealing food off of his plate, I feel the urge to descend into hell in a handbasket decorated with streamers.
Some days, facepalming just isn't enough.
Also, Ron and I were having a conversation about a SPN/NCIS crossover and she gave me the lovely idea of Ziva and Ruby sniping at each other, so I wrote a wee snippet that I'm posting here just for posterity's sake.
"Nice knife." Ziva smirks as she comes up behind Ruby, watching the sharp, serrated blade cut the word 'geek' into McGee's desk. "You're allowed to play with sharp objects?"
Ruby tries not to roll her eyes because Sam said she had to be on her best behavior, but Jesu-- damn, it's really hard. Ziva's been getting on her nerves since Sam shoved her down on the chair and told her to stay there while he and Dean went to MTAC with Director Vance and Special Agent Gibbs. Stay, like she was a *puppy*. He's getting his ass beat when he gets back.
"Go away," she mutters, scratching down hard on the 'k', pretending it's Ziva's face.
Ziva unsheathes her knife and slaps it down on the table by Ruby's hand. "My knife is bigger than yours," she says cheerfully, although she secretly wishes that Tony were here so that he would use the proper quote for this situation. She knows it's something about knives and an Australian accent, but she can't remember how it goes, so she settles for just grinning madly at Ruby, knowing she's getting under the other woman's (demon, she has to remember, demon wearing a human) skin.
Ruby looks up at her, an 'o' of disbelief on her face. "Hello, demon!" she finally managers to sputter out, unable to believe that this cocky, annoying meatbag is actually challenging her. "I clawed my way out of *Hell*."
Ziva shrugs. "I've been in the car when Tony farted. Can't be worse than that. And," she adds triumphantly, "I have to put up with Tony every day."
Ruby makes a strangled noise that does not even begin to describe her utter rage, but Ziva's still looking amused and Sam isn't back yet and she's tired of ruining McGee's desk and really, the woman has a point. She's met Tony. She'd kill Tony if Sam wouldn't get mad at her. Sighing, she picks up the knife by the blade and hands it back to Ziva, handle first. "Point," she concedes grudgingly. "Even an angel would kill him after five minutes."
If anyone in the Burn Notice fandom has seen any Michael Weston/Jason Bly stories, please point them out to me? After seeing him get all flirty with Michael, I really want to read stories where they banter and blackmail each other and have lots of hot, half-clothed sex.
Also, I bought a lot of pink underwear yesterday. And cute shoes. I am so ready for spring to be sprung already.
Yesterday was also Evil Dead: The Musical! night in Ottawa. We went with our friend S. and her boyfriend, and had a complete blast. I've watched the original show twice in Toronto whereas this was just the Carleton theater production of it without the original cast, but it was still amazing and funny. Also, the actors playing Ash and Scott were kind of ridiculously slashy to the point that the brother-in-law was quietly chanting "Kiss him, kiss him, KISS HIM" while they were singing and tangoing to What the Fuck Was That?, which is apparently something that my sister got him into after watching Smallville for seven seasons. I am amused. The Queen would be too, I tell you.
Since S. had never actually watched any of the Evil Dead series, we had a marathon after the show and had way too much fun watching her get traumatized by Evil Dead. She kept making scaredy faces at all the Deadites and asking when all the funny stuff was going to happen, and I kept telling her it was in the second or third one while trying not to laugh.
"The boomstick thing?"
"Third one."
"Anna and Jake?"
"Second one."
"The talking moose?"
"Second one."
"Damn it!!"
The brother-in-law and I got home at three a.m., and God, I'm still tired. I should've gone to bed an hour ago, but I am on an NCIS fic kick that includes Gibbs/Abby bondage porn (oh, I don't even know) and ridiculous hot threesome stories that push all my buttons. And now I'm trying to find crackfic crossovers that cater to all my kinks and RPF and RPS because I made the mistake of watching the Cast Roundtable at Dean's place last week, and between Michael Weatherly flirting madly with Sean Murray and Cote de Pablo practically sitting in Mark Harmon's lap (aigh! porn!) and stealing food off of his plate, I feel the urge to descend into hell in a handbasket decorated with streamers.
Some days, facepalming just isn't enough.
Also, Ron and I were having a conversation about a SPN/NCIS crossover and she gave me the lovely idea of Ziva and Ruby sniping at each other, so I wrote a wee snippet that I'm posting here just for posterity's sake.
"Nice knife." Ziva smirks as she comes up behind Ruby, watching the sharp, serrated blade cut the word 'geek' into McGee's desk. "You're allowed to play with sharp objects?"
Ruby tries not to roll her eyes because Sam said she had to be on her best behavior, but Jesu-- damn, it's really hard. Ziva's been getting on her nerves since Sam shoved her down on the chair and told her to stay there while he and Dean went to MTAC with Director Vance and Special Agent Gibbs. Stay, like she was a *puppy*. He's getting his ass beat when he gets back.
"Go away," she mutters, scratching down hard on the 'k', pretending it's Ziva's face.
Ziva unsheathes her knife and slaps it down on the table by Ruby's hand. "My knife is bigger than yours," she says cheerfully, although she secretly wishes that Tony were here so that he would use the proper quote for this situation. She knows it's something about knives and an Australian accent, but she can't remember how it goes, so she settles for just grinning madly at Ruby, knowing she's getting under the other woman's (demon, she has to remember, demon wearing a human) skin.
Ruby looks up at her, an 'o' of disbelief on her face. "Hello, demon!" she finally managers to sputter out, unable to believe that this cocky, annoying meatbag is actually challenging her. "I clawed my way out of *Hell*."
Ziva shrugs. "I've been in the car when Tony farted. Can't be worse than that. And," she adds triumphantly, "I have to put up with Tony every day."
Ruby makes a strangled noise that does not even begin to describe her utter rage, but Ziva's still looking amused and Sam isn't back yet and she's tired of ruining McGee's desk and really, the woman has a point. She's met Tony. She'd kill Tony if Sam wouldn't get mad at her. Sighing, she picks up the knife by the blade and hands it back to Ziva, handle first. "Point," she concedes grudgingly. "Even an angel would kill him after five minutes."
If anyone in the Burn Notice fandom has seen any Michael Weston/Jason Bly stories, please point them out to me? After seeing him get all flirty with Michael, I really want to read stories where they banter and blackmail each other and have lots of hot, half-clothed sex.
Also, I bought a lot of pink underwear yesterday. And cute shoes. I am so ready for spring to be sprung already.