melancholia

So. I was going to write something QAF about how the way Brian and Justin communicate, starting with a list of things they don't talk about.

1. Violins, violinists, anything related to those two things, and also a good deal of classical music. (Paganini is, obviously, more than simply off limits: he doesn't exist.)

2. Many words that begin with C. For example, cute. Cuddle. Care. ...Cancer.

3. That thing Brian does where he kisses Michael. There isn't much to say about it, and generally Justin will just roll his eyes, because it's One of Those Things. Utterly pointless to discuss it. Completely with merit as a topic of conversation.

4. And speaking of Cs, that too. Brian doesn't like to Communicate or Converse. His explanation for this is that he's not a dyke. (Neither is Justin, of course, but sometimes he can't stop talking.)

5. Most other things.

I haven't gotten any further than this, but it's a lot of fun. The first point was of course inspired by,
B: And you're never to play violin music in my presense again.
J: I promise.
Generally, I like to pretend that He Who Must Not Be Named (aka Ethan fucking Gold) never happened, but I will admit that it makes for brilliant angst.

The third point is the one I like the most, me being half a B/M shipper and all. (I know, in this fandom you either ship B/J or B/M, but I don't care. I guess I'm not into mono-anything, sexually or otherwise.)

In other news, I'm hooked on this new (11 episodes so far) show, White Collar. Completely, unabashedly hooked. No going back. Neal/Peter is the best thing to happen to TV in a long time. (Even better? The fandom's main pairing is an OT3, Peter/Neal/Elizabeth. I love this show.)

Also, yesterday in English class, I was so bored that I was just sitting there doodling in my notebook. (I swear, I've reached a completely new level of boredom when it comes to that class. It's terrible.) When you teacher is going on about transitive verbs and you have a tendency to let your mind wander, it makes for interesting things to read once you regain focus. I swear I didn't realize what I was writing until I read it. No, seriously. My mind wandered, my pen moved without me realizing it, and this is what I ended up with:

the blue lights of the loft when they first met fading into the orange of latter days, the passing car lights and the neon signs of justin's new york apartment, and the flicker of the fireplace in an off-the-road tudor all meeting and flowing across the canvas of them - pictures of the life they had together, have together, will have one day. each kiss is a promise not to forget, even if time is only time, after all.

How funny is it that I didn't capitalize, but I did use periods, commas, apostrophes, hyphens and dashes? My mind is a strange place. This is also creepy, because I wasn't even thinking about QAF when I let my mind wander. My subconscious is obviously trying to tell me something.

I was going to wax something poetic about how QAF is branded into my soul, but on second thought...