SO. It has been a dramatic 24 hours in a GOOD way.
After spending much of yesterday feeling rather sorry for myself I did a writing blitz and I think 10000 words may have been a
conservative estimate for that Lucifer/Castiel fic I've been working on; 15000 words seems a little more likely now! I also caught up on Avatar: The Last Airbender and having got to the end of the Earth series I am now going OMG NOOOOOO YOU CAN'T END IT THERE OMG so no surprises for guessing the first thing I ordered with this month's paycheck.
And this month's paycheck has gone towards good, good things. I saw Toy Story 3 again, the review of which will take up the bulk of the latter half of this post, and The A Team, which might as well have just been called The ASDFASDFASDFASDJFASDFASDASGUH Team because. Well.
1) Bradley Cooper - NNGK (no, I didn't see the appeal so much in The Hangover, but in this? Yeaaaaaah).
2) B.A. - NNGK.
3) Murdock - NNGK.
4) Patrick Wilson - NNGK.
And, of course,
~Liam Neeson~.
I seriously considered running off for alone time about a third of the way into the movie. How one man can contain so much hotness without spontaneously combusting is beyond me.
Also, The A Team kink meme. I know it exists, Internet. If it doesn't yet, I just willed it into existence. Give me it. NOW.
The movie was hilarious and exploderific and my darling buddy
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fahrenheit_f430, a fan of the original show, adored it, so hopefully people who actually were into the A Team TV series will enjoy it too. I know I did!
After watching our double-bill of Toy Story 3 and The A Team,
fahrenheit_f430 and I headed to a little cafe where there was a very rich if a little too intense for my tastes goat's cheese roulade, an incredibly delicious slice of pan-fried salmon, and a creme brulee, all served by a waiter who very, very flatteringly seemed to fancy me. A LOT. I'm normally captain oblivious to these things but he was over at our table almost twice per item served, listening very intently to our thoughts on the movies we'd just seen, and inquiring as to what we would be up to tonight. And, I think, trying to look down my top a little XD (in all fairness, it wouldn't be difficult - the blue top I wore out today is
very low cut).
The conversation itself was hilarious, and while my best contribution was the description of mead as a "liquid suspension of awesome",
fahrenheit_f430 wins forever for drifting off when I mentioned the possibility of switching in a Hannibal/Face* relationship and she said in response, "plans aren't the only thing I love when they come together".
And while I should be finishing my Casfest fic, at the moment every time I sit down to work on it, I find myself severely distracted by a need to write Sherlock porn. Benedict Cumberbatch,
what have you done to me?
All that said though, it's time to try and coherently talk about Toy Story 3, and I think I'm finally prepared to do so - and then return to writing because OMG SO MANY DELICIOUS COMMENTS BUT SO LITTLE TIME, and I need to sleep tonight. Rest assured, the delicious comments will give me reason to continue breathing through work tomorrow when I'm not getting a verbal spanking for daring to phone in sick yesterday (you know, on account of being crippled with stomach pains; thankfully said stomach pains appear to have been successfully vomited away).
( Toy Story 3 and the nature of love. )And this promise I'll make outside of the review, because it counts for everyone, under every possible circumstance. I'll love as hard as I can as often as I can until the day I die, and while I don't know if there is a Heaven or not, I certainly hope there is. Because God willing, I'd like to love you all even after.
P.S. If you don't tear up during Toy Story 3 at the end then the above is obviously null and void because you have no soul. ;)
* P.P.S. Hannibal/Face may make sense to some, I'm just in it for the prettiness of a Bradley Cooper character and a Liam Neeson character getting it on. I continue to reserve the right to be shallow every once in a while.
ETA: P.P.P.S. Having just looked at my face in the mirror I am
extra flattered by the waiter who fancied me because today I am spotty from having epilated, my moustache has grown in a fair bit (I'm still too much of a wuss to epilate more than my chin and neck), and my eyebrows haven't been seen to in the better part of two months. The fact I am apparently still attractive to someone despite this will having me :D-ing for weeks.
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