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How I spent my summer vac - I mean my weekend

What I did yesterday:

barely refrained from confessing blind_go secrets to the world in a fit of total euphoria

met up with thehoyden and everysecondtues

hugged everysecondtues and babbled a lot. she promptly rewarded me for being a) late and b) largely incoherent by handing me over LIGHT/L DOUJINSHI.

"I checked to make sure you were still in the fandom," she said.
"Who, me?" I said. ">:0 I'M NOT IN THE DEATH NOTE FANDOM I HATE DEATH NOTE. >:0 HATE HATE HATE" at which point she said "..." and Hoyden looked at me askance.

proceeded to try and explain my tumultuous relationship with Death Note which sort of turned into a schizophrenic babble about how Takeshi Obata is my lifelong hero and Raito is PRETTY MUCH MY FAVORITE GAY SERIAL KILLER FOREVER and Death Note is a crock of epic malarkey, and my hatred for it runs as deep and eternal as my love for Light / L and ESPECIALLY my new Light/L doujinshi, and just because Epon won't stop making me post thousand-word essays to death note meta communities it *doesn't mean i'm in the fandom!!!!* and I'm pretty sure that when I was done I sounded completely insane.

But that's okay because then we spent the rest of the day mooning ourselves dizzy over the following beautiful things:

Iron Man

Robert Downey Jr

Robert Downey Jr as Iron Man

Robert Downey Jr's amazing forearms

John Marcone

George Clooney

George Clooney as John Marcone

The inevitable hotness of George Clooney as John Marcone in vintage 20's Chicago fashion

George Marcone Clooney's amazing suits

George Marcone Clooney's amazing forearms

George Marcone Clooney's amazing eyes/smile/crow's feet/hair/voice/smirk/laugh/walk/aura

How much everysecondtues Dresden/Marcone fic is rocking our hot George Clooney vibe ahhhhhhh

George Clooney, can I just say that again? I don't think I ever really got the George Clooney thing until I turned him into John Marcone and now he's basically the hottest thing I have ever seen on the planet + hot mob boss.

Literally by like 4 am last night, after spending all day talking about hot Harry Dresden/John Marcone you have no idea ahhh, and then mainlining Leatherheads and Ocean's Eleven, the three of us were just sort of left helplessly to ooze.

GOD.

Just. sadfj;akldsjfskl. Sorry, but just. saklf;dsjskl;sk;fas;dkd!!!!!!






now throw in a WELL-HIDDEN GUN and a sexy confidence that could coax the bloom off a rose, and wizard/mob-boss chemistry that could melt the panties off a mannequin. AHHH. SO HOT SO HOT.


I WILL HAVE MORE OF THESE CONVINCING ARGUMENTS LATER.