celebrity crush: Oh geeze I dunno if I even have any right now? I have mild lingering things, but it’s generally character crushes, not celebrity ones. (There are some really rad celebs out there though, great people an’ all that.)
favourite book:Strangeness In the Proportion (If I’m honest I…actually haven’t read it yet, BUT it’s Scriv’s only full-on novel so far and honestly he could rewrite the phone book and it’d make my brain bubble with joy.)
favourite band/artist:STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE (I haven’t hated any of their songs and there are only, like, three of them (out of ~70 or so that they’ve done so far, not counting live versions) that I feel solidly “meh” about. I either like, love, or CRAZY ADORE nearly everything they’ve done. Plus they art and mime and webcomic and act and run their own company and ARE JUST SO DAMN TALENTED AND GREAT PEOPLE?)
last film i watched: Umm……yeah no I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen anything since Mad Max: Fury Road. (MY COPY’S NOT GONNA GET HERE FOR A WEEK I NEED IT SO BAD.)
dream trip: …Nnnnot…going on a trip? I’m not super keen on going places or traveling. Hanging out with friends is shiny, but I can’t think of any particular places I have any real desire to visit.
dream job: Similarly, don’t really have a specific job I want (beyond “I don’t have to do anything, I just get enough money to live on and help friends so I can do what I want erryday”). I suppose art-ing as a job would be neat, if I could work quickly enough to warrant being employed for it (I don’t know how the ladies I’m working with right now can stand my slowness but they do and are ridiculously nice and I can’t tell if this is anxiety or a legit concern), and didn’t end up resenting its absencehaving to do it all the time instead of just doing it when I wanted to. Dunno what I’d specifically want to do, though.
Long winding Canadian highways Innumerable evergreens Weather forecast on the AM radio Says we’ll be expecting highs in the low teens When I mouth my silent curses at you I can see my breath I hope the stars don’t even come out tonight I hope we both freeze to death Look at the person I’ve turned into Tell me how do you like him now No standards of any kind to break, no creeds to disavow I am right here where you want me Do what you brought me out here for You can arm me to the teeth You can’t make me go to war
from The Coroner’s Gambit (2000)
“This is a song about, uh, as several of my songs are, about a couple of people in a car.
They have a, they have a third sort of person in the car, but it’s more
a ghostly sort of energy force, right, so it’s not actually a person,
but it’s a sort of person they’ve conspired to make who sits behind them
at all times and tells them that the only way either of them will get
out of this alive is to eat the other one, right. And, and the name of
the ghostly energy force is ‘Bob’, and he rides in the back seat.”
When Erik receives nudes in the middle of the night from an unknown number, he’s confused and mildly amused. He doesn’t expect it to turn into an actual conversation…with feelings.
As if that’s not baffling enough, his friend’s brother ends up crashing at his place, further complicating everything.
Comments: Amazing, incredibly sweet, wonderfully written fic, please kudo this to outer space. It’s in Erik’s pov, but you can see Charles pining - both of them pine like the idiots they usually are , and there are misunderstandings and texting sass and all that jazz of a good fluffy rom com. I have reread this at least three times