disturbing thoughts on ethan

LJ is being werid with the comment function AND the posting thing. Grr. Take two.

See, I am *so* behind, and honestly, wouldn't have been writing this at all except a.) internet down for upgrading and b.) (related to a) watched QaF vids and seaon three, post ep seven. (also got through three entire eps of QaFUK, so pleased, but kinda shell shocked by the experience).

But that's neither here nor there. I'll just say that rhiannonhero's Acid and Keely's Safe and Sound are like, the definitive "I need to hurt Justin" vids. Because they always, always make me want to strangle him with something unsexy, like a, I don't know, shoestring or something.

It always depresses me to say that I don't love Justin best, mostly because intellectually, I'm aware I'm being really unfair to the little champ, you know? I can be honest and say that should I ever have an unboyfriend such as Brian, he'd have possibly been strangled in his sleep. You know, when I had the energy, what with all the fucking we'd be doing. Because if I had an unboyfriend that looked like Brian, really, I wouldn't want to leave bed all that often. Or the shower, desk, chair, table, couch...you get the idea.

Luckily, Acid and Safe and Sound always make me feel justified, if I ignore the entire first season and the beginning of the second, which I can do very easily, every time I see poor Brian wandering around looking both unsurprised and lost. Like, yeah, saw this one coming a mile away, and the best he'd hoped for was that when it hit, he'd be ready and knowing he never would be.

Then I started watching Ethan and this horrible, terrifying thing occurred. I felt *bad* for him.

( blabbering at random )

oh qaf, how you have no freaking timelines....

So, thanks to our oh-so-very-wonderful-and-crap josselin, I finished the end of Stumble and Fall. This leaves a freaking load of *middle* to cover, but technically, I *did* it, dammit, and I am owed sequel and Joanie and good things, chica.

I so mean this.

A while back, I came to accept that I have no clue whatsoever about QaF timelines. They don't tell me, they don't even give me a decent *holiday*, pretty much all I have is Gus' birthday to work with as a start point and an election to end date for season three. God alone knows what kinds of liberties I have taken with timing. At this point, when I'm about thirty pages away from this thing being *finished*? I'm shockingly uncaring.

This is so frustrating I could *scream*.

Except that would be boring.

Pointless post brought to you by sugar/chocolate high of choclate chip chocolate cookie bars.

I want cheetos. I *need* cheetos. In the worst way.