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New York, New York. And a ficlet.
My first post in this LJ recced his X2 fic, New Amsterdam, and now ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 forolukemi. 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.
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"Stick it in your nose."
"What do you mean stick it in my nose."
"I mean stick it in your fucking nose." Connor squatted beside Murphy's mattress and held up a tissue paper that was balled up and twisted in one corner. Murphy swatted it away.
"You shove that tissue in my nose and I'll fucking defenestrate you," he said, huddled under a blanket with his back against the wall. Someone who didn't know any better would say Murphy looked drunk.
Murphy was not drunk.
Murphy was very, very not drunk, though he was beginning to wish he was.
Connor rolled his eyes. "If you want to sit there leaking mucus onto the only blanket you've got, that's fine. But it's October out, and you won't be expecting me to share my blanket if you're going to get slime all over it. The other option," Connor holds up the tissue again, "is you can shove this up your nostril and clog the leak for a while, at least until I get new tissues. Unless you want to start blowing your nose on last week's Boston Globe, you shove this thing up your nostril."
"I won't be able to br... Jesus."
"Fucking hell," said Connor when Murphy wiped away a viscous trail of snot that was leaking over his lips. "Fucking hell, MacManus," said Connor when Murphy inhaled and made a noise like sucking up the last drops of milkshake through a straw.
"That's disgusting," said Connor.
"Fuck off, will you," Murphy muttered. Looking at the tissue as if it were the diseased one instead of him, he said, "I won't be able to breathe with that thing in my face."
"The Lord gave you two nostrils, Murph. One to breathe with, and one to be stuffed with a tissue when it's going like a fucking waterfall. Now which has the heavier flow, left nostril or right?"
"I said fuck off!"
They glared at each other, Connor armed with a tissue and Murphy armed with snot leaking into his mouth. Bleary eyes. A head that felt like it possessed the wrong weight and temperature. And then, there came another snot inhalation and the accompanying sound effect.
"That's fucking disgusting," said Connor.
"Fuck off."
Connor, with great resolution, thrust the tissue forward, dangling it in front of Murphy's face. Murphy stared at it, and then, very gingerly, took it from Connor's fingers and cautiously stuck it up his right nostril.
Connor had a contemplative look on his face as he stared at his brother, quietly appreciating the end result.
"I hate you," said Murphy.
Connor smiled and ruffled Murphy's hair. He rose to his feet, grabbed his coat, and headed out the door for tissues. "Likewise, Murph. Likewise"
[end.]
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.
"Stick it in your nose."
"What do you mean stick it in my nose."
"I mean stick it in your fucking nose." Connor squatted beside Murphy's mattress and held up a tissue paper that was balled up and twisted in one corner. Murphy swatted it away.
"You shove that tissue in my nose and I'll fucking defenestrate you," he said, huddled under a blanket with his back against the wall. Someone who didn't know any better would say Murphy looked drunk.
Murphy was not drunk.
Murphy was very, very not drunk, though he was beginning to wish he was.
Connor rolled his eyes. "If you want to sit there leaking mucus onto the only blanket you've got, that's fine. But it's October out, and you won't be expecting me to share my blanket if you're going to get slime all over it. The other option," Connor holds up the tissue again, "is you can shove this up your nostril and clog the leak for a while, at least until I get new tissues. Unless you want to start blowing your nose on last week's Boston Globe, you shove this thing up your nostril."
"I won't be able to br... Jesus."
"Fucking hell," said Connor when Murphy wiped away a viscous trail of snot that was leaking over his lips. "Fucking hell, MacManus," said Connor when Murphy inhaled and made a noise like sucking up the last drops of milkshake through a straw.
"That's disgusting," said Connor.
"Fuck off, will you," Murphy muttered. Looking at the tissue as if it were the diseased one instead of him, he said, "I won't be able to breathe with that thing in my face."
"The Lord gave you two nostrils, Murph. One to breathe with, and one to be stuffed with a tissue when it's going like a fucking waterfall. Now which has the heavier flow, left nostril or right?"
"I said fuck off!"
They glared at each other, Connor armed with a tissue and Murphy armed with snot leaking into his mouth. Bleary eyes. A head that felt like it possessed the wrong weight and temperature. And then, there came another snot inhalation and the accompanying sound effect.
"That's fucking disgusting," said Connor.
"Fuck off."
Connor, with great resolution, thrust the tissue forward, dangling it in front of Murphy's face. Murphy stared at it, and then, very gingerly, took it from Connor's fingers and cautiously stuck it up his right nostril.
Connor had a contemplative look on his face as he stared at his brother, quietly appreciating the end result.
"I hate you," said Murphy.
Connor smiled and ruffled Murphy's hair. He rose to his feet, grabbed his coat, and headed out the door for tissues. "Likewise, Murph. Likewise"
[end.]
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Choosing the former. ~l~
Bless their cotton socks. Brilliant!
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Phew.
;)
Gracias.
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really :D
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:)
Thanks.
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Well done. XD
status: in the middle of one
Well, I feel better today than I did yesterday, but still...
Hee. Thanks you.
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I love it!
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XD
Gracias.
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Murphy!ruffling.
[dies]
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oh lord, that was so funny! i just got over a cold so i can relate to it all....yuck. that was just brilliant!!
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:) Thank you.
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and, yeah. i just love reading things by you. because they're always so good. and thanks for the little pimp. *grins*
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Thank you and anytime. :)
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