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+ I watched The Princess and the Frog, and DR. FACILIER IS THE BESTEST, OMG. What a great villain! AND HIS SHADOW. HIM AND HIS SHADOW, partners in crime! And the shadow monsters he conjured? BESTEST CREEPIEST HENCHMONSTERS. Where's the Facilier fic, gimme gimme.

I also wasn't expecting to laugh as much as I did. GRANDMA FLASHED THE NEIGHBORS AGAIN. She is a waitress -- DO NOT KISS HER. Also, we actually had an on-screen death! How do you like them apples? NGL, when Ray joined Evangeline up in the sky, that was when I laughed loudest. This movie is ridiculous, and sweet, and yay. I also like Mama Odie's snake.

In conclusion: DR. FACILIER.

+ And then I watched Being Human 2x01.

- GEORGE/NINA, YOU GUYS. OMG. Last season I was like, "Oh, they're cute I guess," BUT NOW. OMG. THE FIGHT IN THE BEDROOM. AND THEN CRYING ON HIS KNEES INTO HER SCRUBS AT THE HOSPITAL. I don't even need fic for these two, I'm so ;__; and <33<333 at the canon werewolf love already. GEORGE/NINA. It takes my heart, THEN BREAKS IT, and I love iiiiit.

- I also love how George is naked like 50% of the time. What, he's got a nice butt.

- "IF YOU DO, I'LL GIVE YOU FUCKING RABIES." Just, Nina dealing with being a werewolf. <33

- "OKAY, I'M GOING TO--" *POOF!* Annie is still the best. ESPECIALLY AT THE END, when her constant tea-making is vindicated at last! Perfect mirror to 1x01, when she made the teas and no one drank them. Now she made the teas and EVERYONE drank them! And it makes me fsldjfskld with joy.

- "HE'S NOT THAT HANDSOME. CAN WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE?"
"I'M A WEREWOLF."
"I GUESS HE'S FAIRLY HANDSOME."

- OT3 has become OT4 and I heartily approve. Annie and Nina are BFFing already omg so great.

- "SHE'S THE LAST PERSON WHO NEEDED YOU." Gah, the whole scene with the vampire and her daughter on the hospital bed, omgggggg.

In conclusion: OMG <3

I did a Being Human mini-pimp post, but you should also check out

heather11483's pimp post because it's more thorough and has MOAR PICTURES of everyone being pretty and in love with each other. Yes.

+ Unnecessary AU #478932: Street food vendors AU. HEAR ME OUT. I was rewatching the Street Food episode about Manhattan and Brooklyn, and THERE IS LIKE. This UNDERBELLY OF STREET FOOD VENDORS, with arbitrary health inspectors ("Your cart is 9 feet away from the crosswalk instead of 10, and also your license isn't displayed properly. A THOUSAND DOLLAR FINE, IF YOU PLEASE."), and pesky anonymous food critics from the Village, and TURF WARS.

TURF WARS.

This Iranian guy was like, "Yeah, these Jordanians stationed their cart down the street from me and they're taking my business! They won't move!" And the police refuse to get involved in street vendor disputes. There's gotta be like a street food vendor council or something. The Arab mafia must totally have their fingers in the street food vendor pie. Also, check it, some food carts can cost up to tens of thousands of dollars, and getting a license to vend at hot spots in New York can cost you your first-born. Some guy paid $300,000 to vend for 3 years in front of the MoMA.

Fuck it, this doesn't even have to be AU fic, it can totally be original fiction. IT'S A HARD KNOCK LIFE SELLING GYROS ON THE MEAN STREETS OF NEW YORK.

+ lol, I fail at writing

3sentence Mordred&Morgana fic. Out of the 18 prompt words I've written, only 3 are 3 sentences. So maybe it's a fail, but also a win! I'll probably stop at 25 instead of going the whole 50, at this rate. In any case, can anyone beta/Britpick for me? :D?

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It starts with one tourist. One tourist raving on his cellphone in the taxi, and then it's the taxi drivers, and from there it's nearby office workers. It's gone on the New York foodie blogs long before then, of course, someone starts a hashtag channel on Twitter, and then eventually there's the TIME magazine mention in the "Top 10 secret places only the locals know about" or whatever.

"Christ," Anwar says, staring across the street from the cupcake truck at the mob lining up around the corner at Ahmed's cart. "The perfect garlic sauce. What is this, a movie?"

Then the reality tv crew shows up.

Ahmed moves his family from their Queens apartment to one in the Lower East Side. He enrolls Mahmoud and Tatiana in a private school and, when he sees Ayesha pause and stare contemplatively at a pair of turquoise earrings at Nordstrom's, he buys them for her the next day.

"Who are you and what have you done with my husband?" she laughs when she unwraps them. She puts them on and strikes poses in front of the mirror and in front of Ahmed, asking, "Whatever happened to buying only necessities until the recession is over?"

"You let me worry about necessities, my love," says Ahmed, and Ayesha smiles with a brightness that he hasn't seen since before they left Sana'a.

When Ahmed goes off to peddle his gyros for the day, Ayesha sits in front of her dresser and looks at her reflection, then at the turquoise earrings glimmering in her hand like sunlight off the sides of skyscrapers. And she wonders.

"Well," Maxxie is saying into the camera, "you have to figure, you know, if dancing doesn't work out, then what is the next best thing? The obvious answer is cupcakes."

Anwar bumps him off the screen. "Don't listen to him, it's just that the dancing hasn't worked out yet."

"Yet," Maxxie agrees, shoving Anwar and grinning once more into the camera. "I've got an audition this weekend actually."

"He's been practicing nonstop!" Anwar says off-screen.

Maxxie beams. "Would you like to film my routine?"

Two streets over, Jack Sparrow has blindfolded three operators from a different crew for the same show and is leading them in circles through two alleyways, an apartment building, and another alleyway before he gets to where the cart and a very bemused Will and Elizabeth are, busy making gyros. They're tucked into a bit of a nook this time, the better to avoid nosy health inspectors who should be taking their days off but aren't.

Jack turns the hapless crew members around three times, then says in an exaggerated whisper, "It's okay now, you can take the blindfolds off." When they do, he puts a finger to his lips with a conspiratorial wink.

"Jack? What are you doing?"

"Inducting these, the intrepid reporters, into the secret world of street vending, o' course. Very hush-hush investigative reporting, eh?"

"Um, we're just from the Food Network--"

"Shhhhh. Now, listen my dear little friends and listen well, because I'm about to tell you the story of..."

"And THAT," Jack grins with a wide gesture of his arms, "is how the magic happens. Abracadabra HOT DOG. Simsalabim CHEESE STEAK."

"But with less pigeon feathers," Will assures them.

"Pigeons are everywhere, eh?" Elizabeth says conspiratorially. "Rats of the city. So easy for one of them to just fly in the deep fryer."

"Happens all the time!" Will crows.

"All the time," Elizabeth nods.

They can't quite tell if the camerapeople are grinning or terrified.