could not ask for more.
First of all...
45-3 BABY!
Oh Rex, oh Rexxie, Rexxie, Rex, you were coming to New England to what? Kick Belichick's ass? Oh Rexxie... you can suck on THAT.
And Rene Rancourt sang the national anthem in a Bruschi jersey, which was more than a little touching.
Alright, there's nothing that I don't love about the video for "Fuck You". It is brilliant, it is adorable, go watch it if you haven't seen it a billionty times already.
I'm listening to the mix that marcasite made for me, on repeat, and it's really, really helping me write. Check it out!
How much am I loving Kyle MacLachlan on How I Met Your Mother?!
AHHHHHH! SO MUCH!
Oh dear, this was a nailbiter. Actually had to pause it a few times to gather myself together.
Anyhow, Peter Weller as Stan Liddy has been one of the high points of the season for me. He's so perfect for this role and makes me feel so many things. Just his mannerisms, his diction, I love it all.
Too bad he had to die. Or not, I'm glad he's out of the picture but... one of the best guest stars they've had, in my opinion.
The blood! The blood dripping on Quinn's shoe! The shot from beneath the van, all incredible, fantastic vision, cinematography, holy hell. Very poetic and gripping and this is why I love this show.
As for next week's episode, what the what? Astor and Cody staying with him for the summer? Oh, I need this season to be over so I can stop thinking about it. It's causing me legitimate stress.
Let It Breathe
For day 7 on my fic advent calendar
lauridsen09, White Collar
Neal/Peter, "fidget"
The eggplant is placed on the table with efficient hands; they tear away quickly as Elizabeth moves quickly back into the kitchen. "Just the wine!" she calls to her husband, who uncorks a bottle of red and pours it into the decanter.
"Stop it," Peter orders with humor lacing his voice.
Neal blinks and clasps his hands tightly, too tightly, in his lap. "I can't!"
Peter finishes the pour and sets the empty bottle on an empty tray. In the decanter, the burgundy liquid sluices to rest; the wine breathes. Neal watches the wine as Peter slides down into his seat across the table.
Peter watches the other man with an open interest. There's no bother hiding.
Neal takes a breath and lifts his gaze to Peter's. "Sorry, this is... a lot."
"It's no different than any other time we've had you over for dinner."
The look in Neal's eyes makes Peter laugh, because this is a bold-faced lie. The second he accepted the invitation to dinner, they both knew it was more. It's been about more and more and pushing the envelop for just a little bit more for months.
"It feels like you're courting me," Neal says under his breath, conspiratorially. He can hear Elizabeth approaching the dining room and even this is common knowledge, he's not sure how to go about discussing it.
Peter laughs as his wife reenters with a serving spoon.
She smiles down at them both, pours wine for Peter and then Neal, leaning down just a little too close.
Neal can smell her perfume and tries not to place the scent. Sensory overload, it's a lot, everything.
"That's because he is," Elizabeth says warmly and moves to fill her own glass.
I'm also ready to book my fabulous three-week European vacation/trip for Krisela's wedding! I am terrified, I am excited, I am overwhelmed.
Also, I finally got my raise. It's not what I wanted, and it's not much but you know what, it's something.
45-3 BABY!
Oh Rex, oh Rexxie, Rexxie, Rex, you were coming to New England to what? Kick Belichick's ass? Oh Rexxie... you can suck on THAT.
And Rene Rancourt sang the national anthem in a Bruschi jersey, which was more than a little touching.
Alright, there's nothing that I don't love about the video for "Fuck You". It is brilliant, it is adorable, go watch it if you haven't seen it a billionty times already.
I'm listening to the mix that marcasite made for me, on repeat, and it's really, really helping me write. Check it out!
How much am I loving Kyle MacLachlan on How I Met Your Mother?!
AHHHHHH! SO MUCH!
Oh dear, this was a nailbiter. Actually had to pause it a few times to gather myself together.
Anyhow, Peter Weller as Stan Liddy has been one of the high points of the season for me. He's so perfect for this role and makes me feel so many things. Just his mannerisms, his diction, I love it all.
Too bad he had to die. Or not, I'm glad he's out of the picture but... one of the best guest stars they've had, in my opinion.
The blood! The blood dripping on Quinn's shoe! The shot from beneath the van, all incredible, fantastic vision, cinematography, holy hell. Very poetic and gripping and this is why I love this show.
As for next week's episode, what the what? Astor and Cody staying with him for the summer? Oh, I need this season to be over so I can stop thinking about it. It's causing me legitimate stress.
Let It Breathe
For day 7 on my fic advent calendar
lauridsen09, White Collar
Neal/Peter, "fidget"
The eggplant is placed on the table with efficient hands; they tear away quickly as Elizabeth moves quickly back into the kitchen. "Just the wine!" she calls to her husband, who uncorks a bottle of red and pours it into the decanter.
"Stop it," Peter orders with humor lacing his voice.
Neal blinks and clasps his hands tightly, too tightly, in his lap. "I can't!"
Peter finishes the pour and sets the empty bottle on an empty tray. In the decanter, the burgundy liquid sluices to rest; the wine breathes. Neal watches the wine as Peter slides down into his seat across the table.
Peter watches the other man with an open interest. There's no bother hiding.
Neal takes a breath and lifts his gaze to Peter's. "Sorry, this is... a lot."
"It's no different than any other time we've had you over for dinner."
The look in Neal's eyes makes Peter laugh, because this is a bold-faced lie. The second he accepted the invitation to dinner, they both knew it was more. It's been about more and more and pushing the envelop for just a little bit more for months.
"It feels like you're courting me," Neal says under his breath, conspiratorially. He can hear Elizabeth approaching the dining room and even this is common knowledge, he's not sure how to go about discussing it.
Peter laughs as his wife reenters with a serving spoon.
She smiles down at them both, pours wine for Peter and then Neal, leaning down just a little too close.
Neal can smell her perfume and tries not to place the scent. Sensory overload, it's a lot, everything.
"That's because he is," Elizabeth says warmly and moves to fill her own glass.
I'm also ready to book my fabulous three-week European vacation/trip for Krisela's wedding! I am terrified, I am excited, I am overwhelmed.
Also, I finally got my raise. It's not what I wanted, and it's not much but you know what, it's something.