New York, New York. And a ficlet.

My first post in this LJ recced his X2 fic, New Amsterdam, and now vagabond_sal is back with its sequel: A Topographical Survey of the Island of Manhattan. If you're a fan of movieverse!Pyro, read it. If you're a fan of New York City, read it. If you're a fan of phrases like "it had nothing to do with temperature, really, only the body slowly dying degree by degree" and "her fingers traced lazy circles around his and Bobby's wrists, like bracelets etched by touch", read it. He's left us before, ladies and gentlemen, but he's back. He's so back he never even left in the first place.

lux__aeterna wrote a Boondock Saints/Gossip crossover too. Graceful with an understated cool, like all her stuff, so won't you read it? 'Cos, y'know, a world with multiple Norman Reeduses is a way cooler world than the one I'm in...

...especially in my current state. This next piece is an offering to the gods in hopes they will stop the Niagara Falls that is my nose. Also: fluff for olukemi. Told you I could do it.
*kisses*
*transmits germs*

The title's, like, longer than the fic or something.

Title: You Can Pick Your Friends and You Can Pick Your Nose, But You Can't Pick Your Friend's Nose
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Rating: PG, language
Summary: Out of tissues.

( You Can Pick Your Friends and You Can Pick Your Nose, But You Can't Pick Your Friend's Nose )