Thursday is the new Friday.

[asimplechord]

I feel like all I ever do here now is whine about work. :( BUT FOR THIS POST, NO WHINING!

1. SXSW in less than one week. Stamps! Gold Motel! Empires! Hopefully Electric Touch and Taddy Porter and Discos! I don't think I'll get there in time for the Black Cards show, but that's alright. At least four days of music music music.

2. harriet_vane has tempted me into comment fic about Jesse Eisenberg and Andrew Garfield accidentally cuddling and going on shellfish dates. IDEK.

3. Paper should go out to MCB Oncogene tomorrow. FUCK, YES. I want it off my desk.

4. Indian Wells. :D :D :D J is there (or going to be this afternoon, rather) so I expect full reports on Ana and Nole and SStosur and Rafa and Nando's fauxhawk.

5. I didn't really have a fifth point, but for symmetry reasons I like it as the number of items on a list. Um... prompt me? I feel like I really am coming out from my fandom hibernation.

Comments

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

1. I expect yall to have lots of fun for me!

2. haha, harriet_vane is so evil. And Jesse is so cute! It's hard to resist!

3. YAY!

4. also YAY!

5. Ray & Walt (or Ray/Walt), food fight. OR Harry/Draco, trainwreck. Or, y'know, more cuddling fic. *g*

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

In my own personal canon, Ray is an awesome cook. The MRE cookies that got schwacked were an expression of how much he missed his kitchen. Which he tries not to tell anyone in Bravo Two, b/c the Marines already make them gay enough, he doesn't need them making Julia Child jokes, too. Walt finds out by accident.

A long-winded way to say: on it like a motherfucker.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

In my own personal canon, you are my very fucking favorite. ;)

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

The blueberry puree that turns his hair purple is Walt's own fault.

He should know better than to try to be a sneaky mothefucker around another Recon Marine.

Seriously, Ray was just trying out a new recipe, one for lemon cheesecake with blueberry sauce, and he would never waste such a delicious treat by spillage if left on his own.

Maybe he should've told Walt when he moved in that the serving-size portions in the freezer weren't actually things his mom or ex-girlfriend made. Then it would've been easier to admit that Ray was one step away from being a true chef.

But he figures the Marines make you gay enough; he really doesn't need to hear more bullshit from his team. Which he would, because they can't keep secrets for shit.

So he waits until Walt's out with his girl one night to break out his copy of Delectable Desserts.

He should've fucking known something would happen. But he was thinking it would be that the cheesecake wouldn't set or the blueberries would be too tart. Walt coming home early. sneaking up behind him and trying to swipe a fingerful of the blueberries from over his shoulder? Totally not on his list of possibilities. Apparently Walt's not expecting an elbow to the gut either, and his retaliation sends the mixer and the leftover cream-cheese mixture flying, and it's all downhill from there.

So, yeah, Walt can figure out what the fuck to do to get that shit out of his hair. For his part, Ray just hopes there's a way to get blueberry stain out of white porcelain tile, or else never see his security deposit again.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

Yeah, okay, so Walt should have known better than to try and sneak up on Ray, but Ray should've known better than to try and keep secrets with Walt living with him. Walt's a good guy, and Ray could always threaten to withhold food.

I LOVE THIS!! :)

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Walt would promise silence in exchange for brownies. And the spinach gnocchi that he tried a few weeks ago and really really liked.