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apocalypsosI think it's patently obvious what Tim Kring wants me to do.
He wants me to write Nathan and Claire and Nathan-and-Claire and pining fic.
ALL THE TIME.
Honest to God, this is turning into a major kink for me. Almost as big as the brothers kink, but a daddy-and-daughter kink with THIS daddy-and-daughter pair that just kills me dead. I cannot even think with the two of them on screen, other than, AWWWWWWWWW. Now Peter's going to have to play mediator and get them together so they can figure out they were played and Nathan can turn into a great big woobie inside his hard shell and Claire can go back to smiling again!
Also, you cannot prove that I'm really thinking of writing a fic where Firemommy falls off a cliff and Mrs. Bennet drops dead of tumors-on-the-brain and Lyle drops into the same bottomless pit as that third sister from Family Matters and Richie Cunningham (although I think he might already be there) and Mr. Bennet and Nathan hook up for the good of their child.
No, seriously, you can't prove a thing.
*shifty eyes*
Also ... oh, Matt. I like Matt, I do, but he is such a damn doormat. And while I'm not thoroughly annoyed with the homefront storyline like a lot of people (it's Grunberg with a baby -- that mental image carries me through many an adultery potshot), I'm glad he's getting some action, even if it is Jessica killing his charge. I do like the difference in her interactions with Niki sounding to Matt like two entirely different people talking when the conversations are theoretically all in her head.
Mohinder and Sylar on the road together ... there will be death and dismemberment and bad cafe dinners and it will be awesome! Of course they wouldn't run into two hot brothers fighting evil! That would be WRONG. *snickers*
Hiro and Ando continue to be Hiro and Ando, as in funny and cool and dorky and wonderful.
*****
I hope it holds off on snowing at least until after six. I really want to make it to work at the very least, although I'd be perfectly content to leave early if it looks like it's going to get the least bit bad. Which ... two feet of snow? Yeah, it'll get bad. *sigh*
He wants me to write Nathan and Claire and Nathan-and-Claire and pining fic.
ALL THE TIME.
Honest to God, this is turning into a major kink for me. Almost as big as the brothers kink, but a daddy-and-daughter kink with THIS daddy-and-daughter pair that just kills me dead. I cannot even think with the two of them on screen, other than, AWWWWWWWWW. Now Peter's going to have to play mediator and get them together so they can figure out they were played and Nathan can turn into a great big woobie inside his hard shell and Claire can go back to smiling again!
Also, you cannot prove that I'm really thinking of writing a fic where Firemommy falls off a cliff and Mrs. Bennet drops dead of tumors-on-the-brain and Lyle drops into the same bottomless pit as that third sister from Family Matters and Richie Cunningham (although I think he might already be there) and Mr. Bennet and Nathan hook up for the good of their child.
No, seriously, you can't prove a thing.
*shifty eyes*
Also ... oh, Matt. I like Matt, I do, but he is such a damn doormat. And while I'm not thoroughly annoyed with the homefront storyline like a lot of people (it's Grunberg with a baby -- that mental image carries me through many an adultery potshot), I'm glad he's getting some action, even if it is Jessica killing his charge. I do like the difference in her interactions with Niki sounding to Matt like two entirely different people talking when the conversations are theoretically all in her head.
Mohinder and Sylar on the road together ... there will be death and dismemberment and bad cafe dinners and it will be awesome! Of course they wouldn't run into two hot brothers fighting evil! That would be WRONG. *snickers*
Hiro and Ando continue to be Hiro and Ando, as in funny and cool and dorky and wonderful.
*****
I hope it holds off on snowing at least until after six. I really want to make it to work at the very least, although I'd be perfectly content to leave early if it looks like it's going to get the least bit bad. Which ... two feet of snow? Yeah, it'll get bad. *sigh*
