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1. I keep forgetting to ask, is there any Emily/Jordan fic out there for CM? I finally saw Jordan's first episode last week during the CM marathon on A&E or whatever, and homg I'd heard people say they had chemistry, but I had no idea it was so... obvious. Jesus. I hate to say it, but Emily and Jordan's chemistry in their first episode together > Emily and JJ's chemistry in their first episode together.

2. OKAY, SO. EVERY TIME I HAVE SNEEZED IN THE LAST WEEK IT HAS BEEN A TRIPLE. AM I A MULTI-SNEEZER NOW? ONCE YOU BECOME A MULTI-SNEEZER, CAN YOU EVER REVERT TO MONO-SNEEZER STATUS? ...this question is v. important to me, obv.

3. No more working with scorers until the beginning of next week. :( But I will be in and out of the area where they're working today, so maybe I will see a few of my ladies that way. Even if none of the other things in this entry had happened yesterday, it would have been a great day, just because of the scorers. They are so delightful!

4. Lured Kay to the apartment for a few minutes yesterday afternoon with the prospect of pretty BPAL scents. She left wearing the same one I had on (my favorite!) and I can't lie, the thought of her wearing my scent for the rest of the night was ridiculously hot. After she left I kept rubbing my nose over my own wrists and getting flustered all over again.

5. Also, since we're on the subject, sometimes I look at LJ and forget it's not Facebook and I'm surprised there isn't a space on my profile for it to say "in a relationship with _______", ahaha. Have I mentioned how much I love dating fellow LJ-ers?

6. Lora, Laura, Annie and I saw Fantastic Mr. Fox last night, and it was absolutely incredible. There were some parts that dragged, but I don't think I've ever laughed out loud during a movie as much as I did during this one. At least, not at the theater.

7. Then we ran into Jack coming out of another movie! Ugh, I miss Jack. I proposed to him for his birthday a couple of weeks ago, and now he and Rosie and I are trying to work out an arrangement. We shall see how that goes. We are all switches when it comes to spooning, so I think it will work out all right!

8. I had a dream last night that I went to my endocrinologist appointment two days early. It was almost eerily realistic, and the woman who was so good about my name/pronouns when I was there last month was in it, teasing me for being early. I don't know. It's really amusing right now. I can't wait until tomorrow!

9. My friend Liz just sent around an e-mail asking a few of us for help naming her new kittens. I think she should either name them after video game villains or drag queens, but I think I am being outvoted. Okay, whatever, I like ridiculous names.

10. Speaking of liking ridiculous things, HOMG, Lady Gaga. So there is this song on her new album called "Monster", and in it, there's this guy, who is a monster. Supposedly. Except Lady Gaga can't even remember if they're f*cked before. (She can't quite recall.) But he's definitely the monster. AND THEN THEY FRENCH KISSED ON THE TRAIN. AND HE TORE HER CLOTHES RIGHT OFF. HE ATE HER HEART AND THEN HE ATE HER... BRAIN. AND HE'S A MONSTER.

...also, there's an entire song that's just about HOPE and MASTURBATION. When she's sad, she touches herself! And then everything's okay! And then there are also some other times she touches herself, and everything's okay then, too! She's going to be your best friend, because she loves you, and she's so happy she could die! And it's all right! AND IT'S ALL RIGHT.

P.S. Tasty, delicious sushi for breakfast is FTW! I know tasty and delicious are pretty much the same thing, but it tastes so good I had to say it twice. &SPICY CALIFORNIA ROLLS;

Something else I am grateful for this morning: I'm still overdrawn and still won't have nearly enough money when I get paid on Friday, but oh my god I'm actually $200 less overdrawn this week than I was at this time two weeks ago, which means as long as nothing stupid comes up maybe I will actually be out of this hole soon! That would be so awesome.

Also awesome: Emily Prentiss might not be straight. Ha. Well, we all knew that. But now it's not just us. ;)

Unf, I don't remember as much about it as I usually do with my dreams, but last night I totally dreamed that Emily Prentiss was my sexy mechanic girlfriend, looking pretty much exactly like Neil Patrick Harris in ( this photo. )

...only, you know, even sexier. (Considering how good NPH looks in that photo, that really is saying something.) Unf, Emily Prentiss, why aren't you a real person? And why aren't you actually my sexy mechanic girlfriend?

Man. I wish I remembered that dream half as well as I remember the other dream I had, which involved watching a "horror" film called Pornogeist and telling everyone how much work I was going to have to do to cut out the sex bits if I wanted to show the movie to my baby sister, at which point cora_the_rose explained to me v. v. patiently that it was called Pornogeist for a reason. Ahaha.

( Nnngh. Paget Brewster singing. )

...*full body shudder*

Also, I love how utterly awesome she seems to be as a person. It's nice to appreciate an actress and the character she plays simultaneously, albeit in a separate manner.

And speaking of her character, for some reason the other day I thought of Emily as a small-town mechanic, all, like, butched out in a white t-shirt and tight-fitting men's jeans with, like, oil smudges on her clothes. And her hands. And her face. Nnngh.

And now I just keep picturing the scene where she meets JJ for the first time in this universe: she would have been under a car, and she would have slid out and gotten off the creeper, wiping her hands on a handkerchief that would have been tucked into her back pocket. And she'd walk across the floor of the garage kinda slowly, taking her time, because it's her place, because she loves it. Because she appreciates a job well done, and part of appreciating that is appreciating the way it feels to cross the floor. And then she'd see JJ and she'd take her in, but JJ wouldn't be able to read her because she's the kind of person who plays her cards close to the vest as a rule, and JJ would momentarily forget why she was there, because the sight of Emily would totally take everything out of her brain for a single, rather strangely world-stopping second, and then she'd remember, "Oh, right, I'm at a garage, because I need work done on my car," and they'd proceed with their introductions as if nothing had happened, and of course nothing really would have happened, but it'd have been the start of something, and they'd both sort of know that, even if it didn't really make any sense at the time.

(I think I like AUs in this fandom because the character traits that I find so compelling in the Emily/JJ ship are the same traits that make it nearly impossible for me to see any way in which they'd actually get together while they're both on the team. And I think it'd be wildly OOC if either one of them left for the sake of the relationship, plus that would ruin a large part of what I love so much about them, which is super tied into how much they care about their jobs, so. AUs it is.)

Speaking of AUs, I frigging love lysachan's Emily-as-a-ranch-hand AU, Keeper of the Winds. I haven't been able to get it out of my head since I read it a couple of weeks ago. I keep thinking about it and about Electrelane's On Parade at the same time, even though the genre of the song doesn't really fit. Considering the song's also my current "let's have ridiculously hot sex in an intensely flirtatious manner" song, this is only (only!) the best news. Mmmph.

(A description, from here: “On Parade,” the first single from The Power Out (and, incidentally, the song whose lyrics contribute the album's title) is a moody, erotic strut of a beat inspired by The Well of Loneliness, Radclyffe Hall's scandalous novel (well, it was in 1928) on the love that dare not speak its name.)

It also includes the lines "I wanna see her. I wanna see her. I wanna see her on her horses," and "I bet I'd like your underwear," so. Queer queer queer queer queer! ...and it gets me so hot I genuinely do not know what to do with myself.

...Speaking of things that get me so hot I genuinely do not know what to do with myself, Jesus Christ, Emily Prentiss strutting around in slow motion on my television. I'm going to fucking die if you keep doing that. ffdjslkfajsdfkadsjf. &EMILYPRENTISS;

I wrote fic. Say whaaaaat?

assessment
Emily/JJ, 673 words, PG
(Her second thought: "Oh god, I'm already half in love with one of my co-workers. This is going to be bad, isn't it?")

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( It was only her second full week in the BAU the first time JJ brushed up against her as they exited the jet. )

day 02 | a picture

Delight, my friends. Dee-light.

( Tegan and Sara, Amanda Palmer, Amy Cook. )

...oh Jesus, I would bottom for any of them, but especially AFP.

Also, I've been listening to way too much Cat Power this week after watching Criminal Minds 3.02 and noticing that Emily had one of her songs playing when Hotch came and knocked on her door. (EMILY PRENTISS, STOP MAKING IT SO HARD TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU. YOU'RE FICTIONAL.) And, well, too much Cat Power is a wondrous, but depressing thing. God but I love her voice.

Also also, dysphoria-ing like nobody's business, but I don't really know how to explain this. Okay, well, the thing is. I don't present very queerly as a dude, and it's fucking with my head. Like, I don't even know. When my gender gets read accurately, my sexuality gets read all fucking wrong. And when my sexuality gets read correctly, my gender gets read all fucking wrong. (This = more frequent.) And I don't know what to do about it, because other than the fact that I kind of look like a bland straight boy with overly generous hips most of the time now, I feel really comfortable with the way I present. Ugh.