Never keep up with the Joneses.

So, I know that I asked for prompts, and I received awesome ones that I plan on working on? But the thing I wrote today? Ended up being "Big Eden". It's porn. It's Pike/Henry, and it's approximately 1000 words. Of pure. Porn.

Hi. I think I have a new fandom.

This is unbeta-ed, and I haven't written porn in a little while? (R&R PLZ! Wow, I am really not making anybody want to read this, am I? /o\) So, you know... Hi.

( Their kiss begins in the doorway... )

Via angua9, who got it from here.

( This is the best TV/RL crossover EVER. )

GUYS! I got the most wonderful, sweet fic for yuletide!

I asked for it, but I didn't think I'd RECEIVE IT, but I DID.

It's Sense and Sensibility, it takes place after the book, and it's CHRISTMAS.

"a very short sermon" is brilliant, clever, sweet, and WONDERFUL. Oh my God, I am so excited.

Go read it! It'll make your morning!

Also, Christmas with my girl = best ever. ♥

( Spoilers! )

In other news, Big T and I got stuck behind a disabled train for an HOUR this morning. An HOUR. Between Boylston and Arlington. With no signal.

It was really fun, in that "this is what hell is, ALL THE TIME" sort of way. At least we had seats, and books. Not everybody on that train was that lucky.

Happy Friday, everyone!

Because a cold and a sleepover with my parents was not enough.

*sigh*

Okay, so, this morning my dad calls me and asks if he and my mom could, for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, spend the night at our place. This was 9 in the morning, and I had not even had coffee yet. After slinking over to Tracey's desk and asking her (at 9:20), I called my parents back and agreed. Even though it was KIND OF MAYBE A SHORT NOTICE on their part. *pant pant*

In any case, the plan was for me to go home, change the sheets on the guest bed, do the last of the dishes, de-gay the house, clean the bathroom, and just in general, get ready for my parents to show up at 10:15, ready for sleep. Tracey was going to a meeting after work, and was going to come home after seven and make us meatloaf.

So, I come home, gleefully unwrap the used copy of "The West Wing: Season 4" that I had just gotten in the mail, and get to work. Things to do: taking down the clothes that were drying all over every surface, doing the dishes, changing the sheets, taking down the "I ♥ Porn" sticker (as well as naked Sam Winchester) from the fridge, and then cleaning the bathroom.

And everything is going just fine, until ( this: )

falls down ( this: )

Let me explain to you why this is important. That toy right there is Tom Sawyer, who lives on a float next to Huckleberry Finn.

( Like this! )

And they both belong to Tracey.

Tracey can't even remember when she got them as a kid, and has known them all her life. They are her bath buddies. They were with her for her entire childhood (with visual proof in her home movies! Which we had JUST WATCHED! And SAW THEM!) and then, after many years of missing them, her mom had found them and given them to her one very important Christmas, when she was already an adult, and so basically: THEY ARE VERY VERY IMPORTANT. LIKE, REALLY.

And I happened to - ACCIDENTALLY. ACCIDENTALLY. - drop one down the drain.

My first reaction was to panic and move out. Then, ( I took off my pants and got into the tub. )

At least my parents aren't due until 10:15?

YAY.

*drinks*

*heavily*

So many people have already said all of these things, and so, so much better than me, but I just want to get my jumbled thoughts down on paper, because - I don't know. It's an incredible day.

I am so proud to be an American today. I am so proud of my country. I am so proud to have been surrounded by my nearest and dearest, with others just a phone call away, when Barack Obama was declared the President Elect.

I kept thinking about what Leo said to Bartlett on "The West Wing" - "They say that a good man can't get elected President. Now, I don't believe that. Do you?"

And finally, after years of despairing at the bigotry, and the hatred, and the lying, and the scheming, after years and years of cynicism and old white guys deciding everybody else's fate, I BELIEVE, because LOOK WHAT WE CAN DO.

His speech made me cry, over and over again. Seeing the people's faces, so filled with hope and joy, was incredible. John McCain's concession speech was, as somebody else put it, the epitome of class. I was VERY impressed and proud of him last night. No conniving, no waiting till the eleventh hour, no trying to squeeze in a lst-minute slide - he knew, and he made the call. After two elections that seemed to drag on for years, this was quick and decisive and clear.

(And as gutted as I am about the horrible and disgusting Prop 8 passing, it won't last. You KNOW it won't last. We're standing on a precipice, and it's only a matter of time. I really, truly believe that. We will not stand for anything else.)

Guys. We have OBAMA. He is MY PRESIDENT. THIS is who we've been waiting for.

I am so proud today.