so obviously i almost fell out of my chair

Can I just give props to Sony Pictures Classics for crushing it on the promotions for the US release of Call Me By Your Name? (And the stars’ publicists and agents and whoever else is involved in these things.) I had high hopes and minimal expectations - maybe a small article here, a tv clip there - but so far I have been pleasantly surprised by the quantity and quality of the publicity. It’s obviously not a ton like a Justice League-style media blitz, but it’s way more and better than I expected.

I almost fell out of my chair when I found out Timmy was going to be on Fallon. That’s a pretty big deal for The Tonight Show to be your first late night talk appearance. (I’m not a mega-fan of Fallon but he does have one of the top talk shows.) 

Likewise Armie on the COVER of THR today. Beyond lovely.

Plus Armie on two morning shows (hello demographic appeal). Armie and Timmy in GQ. Armie in People’s Sexiest (despite protests). USA Today. And who knows what’s next - I’m now conditioned to check my phone and see a gorgeous new photo shoot every day. (My secret wish: cover of Entertainment Weekly. It could happen as we get deeper into awards season.)

I am just really pleased by how they’re committed to getting the word out about this film, in mostly thoughtful, quality outlets. Props to Vulture’s/New York Mag’s outstanding coverage, though I suspect that is less widely seen.

The only downside to all of this is that now we have to share it with the world. I’m not ready! Part of me wants CMBYN to remain “our secret,” you know? Ah well.

Vanilla Lip Balm

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): The Flash - Barry Allen/Flash

Rating: PG

Original Idea: Imagine

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) This was so funny. I loved writing the beginning line in particular. Imagine if that was what it was like being a forensic scientist (I am considering switching majors to become one but that probably won’t happen).


“Do you ever think that it’s weird that we keep milk and food in the same mini-fridge as, like, toes and chemicals and samples?” I asked Barry as he strode into our lab. I was sitting on one of the lab tables, Converse dangling in thin air, drinking from a mug of chocolate milk. Barry jumped and looked at me. He’d been so wrapped up in his thoughts he apparently hadn’t even noticed I was there. “By the way, the centrifuge is broken again,” I added as an afterthought. Barry grunted. Our centrifuge always seemed to be broken.

“It is a bit weird that we keep milk and food in the same place as dangerous chemicals and missing toes,” he agreed. “But, to be fair, we are forensic scientists.” I snickered and took another sip of my chocolate milk.


We were both silent for several long seconds while I kept drinking and Barry opened said mini-fridge to pull out the sample of some strange liquid we’d found at a crime scene earlier—that I suspected was some sort of poison but we hadn’t had the chance to examine it yet—and put some of it on a slide to look at through the microscope. I kept sitting on the lab table, waiting for my computer to finish processing a blood test, kicking my dangling feet.

“Exactly how much am I allowed to talk to you about?” I asked finally.

“What do you mean?” Barry countered, distractedly, peering down the lens.

“Like, how good of friends are we? Can I tell you everything I want?” I clarified.

“If you want you can. I think we’re good enough friends that you can say whatever you want. I’ll leave it up to your judgement when you want to keep something to yourself,” Barry commented. I nodded thoughtfully. “Why? What do you want to tell me about?” I licked a drop of chocolate milk off the rim of the mug as I thought about how to phrase my next thought,

“Well, I started here fairly recently… and you’re pretty much the only friend I have… so I don’t really have anyone else to tell…” I trailed off for a moment.

“Tell what?”

I cleared my throat. “I may… or may not have… kissed the Flash.” I rushed the last bit so fast it was almost one word.

Barry coughed once. “R-really?” he asked, turning around to look at me. I shrugged.

“It was just that, well, he saved my life. I was at the edge rooftop of the precinct thinking and I lost my balance and I started to fall. And suddenly he was just there. He ran up the building, caught me, and ran back down. Before he could run away, I grabbed his arm and gave him a kiss. Honestly I don’t know what came over me,” I admitted. “Normally I would never do something like that. I think just in the heat of the moment with the adrenaline still in my blood I just felt brave and wanted to give him some sort of proper thank-you.”

“Huh,” Barry commented.

“I think he wears vanilla lip balm,” I added.

Barry choked on the drink of coffee or something he had just lifted to his lips. “Wh-what?” he spluttered incredulously, wiping his mouth on his sweater sleeve.

“I mean, I can’t blame him. He runs at such high speeds that if he doesn’t wear some form of lip balm his lips would dry and crack so easily,” I continued.

“Wait, you kissed him so deeply that you could taste his lip balm?” Barry pressed.

I shrugged again. “Maybe. I mean, it left residue on my mouth so obviously I could taste it after.”

“When was this escapade of yours?”

I hesitated for a moment. “Last night.”

“What were you doing here so late? I thought you left before I did!”

I sighed. “I did. But then I realized I didn’t finish going over the evidence from Monday’s robbery. So I came back. And when I needed some air I went to the rooftop.” I leaned back slightly and rested the weight of my upper body on my hand where it was pressed against the lab table. “Still can’t get over it. I would have been dead if it wasn’t for him. How would he even know I was there? How would he even know I was in trouble? Me? I mean, he could have been busting a serial killer and instead he kept me from going splat,” I continued, ignoring the sidelong glances Barry was giving me in favor of staring at my mug.

“Well, I guess that’s why people think he’s a hero.”

“What’s up with you? You’re acting a little… weird,” I asked.

“I always act weird,” he countered. I rolled my eyes.

“Weirder than usual,” I amended.

Barry shrugged. “Had a strange night last night—not as wild as yours, obviously, but strange.”

I splayed my hands out, careful not to spill my drink. “Well, we’re good friends now, why don’t you tell me?”

He sighed and spun around in his desk chair a few times while I kicked my feet from my table perch. “Well…” he trailed off, looking at me and bouncing one of his legs so fast it almost vibrated. I raised my eyebrows to listen.

“Well what?” I challenged.

“I kissed a pretty girl in the middle of the night after I saved her from falling off a building.”

The mug fell out of my hand.

Before it could hit the ground, Barry was on one knee with it balanced on his palm. He stood up and gave it back to me. I took it while staring at him with wide. “What—? You're… you're…!”

I got a cheesy smile from him. “Hi. I’m the Flash.”

Breaking Point in Blue - Chapter 2 - "Something's Gotta Give"

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Rating: M (Violence and Smut)

Chapter Word Count: ~3400

Summary: Over three years after the close of the Red Killer case, Korra and Mako are called upon to investigate a poisoner whose targets include the city’s rich and powerful elite. But with three years worth of baggage between them, the duo’s task will be their most difficult yet. [Sequel to Rhapsody in Red and Mystery on the Republic City Express] Noir AU

Author Note: Track the Breaking Point in Blue tag for chapter previews before they are released, as well as “special features” as I delve in and post about much of the real world basis for the events of this fic.

[Chapter 1]


Chapter 2 – “Something’s Gotta Give”

When an irresistible force such as you
Meets an old immovable object like me
You can bet just as sure as you live
Something’s gotta give”

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