Jackie: A Tale of Perversity and Woe

You know, looking through the screen-caps for "Run!" and seeing all of the eye-fucking and longing looks and Mohinder staring at Sylar's chest for no apparent reason has reminded me of HOW TOTALLY OBVIOUS THIS SHIP IS. OH MY GOD. IT'S PRACTICALLY CANON. FOR SRS!!!!!!!!!!! I know that's been said about a thousand times, but goddammit, it's still true. The most obvious slash ship in the history of ever.

Later: ARGH! I can't even come up with funny macros for the caps! They speak for themselves!!!

I just spent the past hour working out the whole "Mohinder and Sylar Road Trip Show" timeline. Though it wasn't really a road trip. It couldn't have been. It's impossible. The last night it obviously was--Sylar pretty much said so--but the rest of it...yeah, no way were they able to get from Virginia to Montana and back to New York in two and a half days by car. Especially since the car we see them driving in Bozeman says "MONTANA" very distinctly, so it's obviously rented.

It just goes to show you how bored I am...eh, I'll post it. What the hell. Might serve as a good resource for some people.

( My Attempt to Figure out the Mohinder and Sylar Timeline )

...making this incredibly silly Mohinder/Sylar video. I know I said I was gonna hold off on that stuff for a while, but this isn't a fic, so I decided it doesn't count.

Studying for my chem final? Pssh! Please.

Title: In the Cold Cold Night
Characters/Pairings: Mohinder/"Zane"
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash. Mild sex stuff. Cursing.
Word Count: 3616
Spoiler alert: Up to "Unexpected".
Summary: Mohinder and Zane make a pit stop at a restaurant.
A/N: Yay! It's finally done. This fic has killed, maimed, and tortured me with tuning forks for the past three weeks, but now's it's finished. Now I can finally go relax. There was supposed to be sex in this, but it mysteriously never happened. Oh, well. Hope you like it anyway.

The air hung heavy with the stench of cigars, urine, and several other unsavory smells that Mohinder did not care to try and classify.

I'm trying to write this Mohinder/Sylar fic (not the heroes_bigboom one), but I'm stuck! I don't know exactly what should happen next...waaahhh. :(

Anyway, I pretty much didn't do anything this weekend except make that Heroes music video and crank out a half-assed History essay that I'll still get an A on anyway. I really did mean to do the Chemistry, but I got completely sidetracked making the music video. And starting that Mylar fic that's annoying the living hell out of me right now. Why can't I write a TOTALLY AWESOME, angsty fic that will make everyone go "WOAH HOLY CRAP"? *le sigh* *le emo*

I was supposed to start writing a Mohinder/Not!Nathan fic today, but I don't really know what to write. I mean, all the ideas I'm getting are just these short little vignettes that I could write a one-shot with, but at the same time I sorta want to write a chaptered story that encompasses a lot of things---their relationship, Not!Nathan's politics, all the stuff that led up to "Five Years Gone"...I just can't decide!

Plus I still need to write that whackapetrelli fic, and I have no effing idea what I should write. And it needs to be done by May 21. *le sigh*

In other non-Heroes news, my parents are already making me clean out the stuff I don't need. And my dad keeps telling us that we don't have a lot of room in the Jeep and trailer for all our stuff, and that we can't pack most of our things, blah blah blah, and he told me I can only pack five books, and I think he's just joking. Or he better be. I don't understand why we can't get---oh, I don't know, a bigger trailer? Or, like, maybe movers or something? Ugh. This whole thing is so stupid.

(needs more Mohinder/Not!Nathan icons)

When all my friends found out I was moving...well, chaos ensued, basically. Bonner started a petition for me to stay, which so far we've gotten over 100 people to sign. She also attempted to organize a candlelight vigil that got thwarted when someone's mom called asking about it, and my mom made me tell Bonner to call it off because she hadn't told the landlord we're moving yet (he knows now, though). Of course none of this is gonna work, and I've tried to tell her that, but she won't listen to me. She seems to think if she tries hard enough, she can get me to stay. I've accepted that I'm moving, and I just want to enjoy myself and be around my friends as much as I can before I leave, and not spend time on fruitless schemes that won't work. The petition was fun, and the idea of a candlelight vigil is funny, but I don't think any of that stuff is gonna work. In fact, I KNOW none of that stuff will work. We're moving. That's all there is to it. I'm not going to waste my time worrying about it and complaining.

I sure do have some awesome friends, though. ^_^ Friday we went to the Nevada Diner, and we all reminisced about The Good Ol' Days. When we were walking back, we stopped at the school and Anna almost got Mr. Jennings (the principal) to sign the petition, but he said to show it to him Monday and he'd see if he could sign it or not. You know, Mr. Jennings really is quite good-looking...

Ahem. Anyway. Then the four of us sat on the ledge and me and Sophie waved at all the cars. It was so much fun...I'm going to really, REALLY miss these people...

In other, less depressing, news, I got yet another plot bunny for a Mylar fic. And I kinda need to write it, because it's just too good to pass up. Damn you, plot bunnies! Damn you!

And I saw Spider-Man 3 today. It was teh awesome. Much better than the second movie. And Venom was properly scary.

You know how sometimes you're thinking about something so much that, when someone says something to you, you end up saying whatever it was that you were thinking? Well, that just happened to me---I was thinking about this cool Not!Nathan and Mohinder scene in my head, where it's Not!Nathan's inauguration party, and he decides he's a little horny for Mohinder, so he's walking around the room doing stuff to get Mohinder's attention, like sucking on an olive from a martini glass and whipping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt a tad. And it works, of course. ^_~

Anyway, I was walking through the living room, and my mom says to me, "I love you", and I mumble "I lovewalkingaroundtheroom". A second later I realized what I said and burst out laughing.

Oh, Mylar. The things you do to me.

In a Zachary Quinto interview I was just watching, he's talking about episode 18 when Mohinder's on the ceiling, and he says, "So, yeah, I've got my attention on him, and Myl---uh, Peter shows up..." It totally sounds like he was about to say "Mylar". Tee-hee. ^_^