Lyra and I are the OTP-iest OTPers in the bunch, yo. Thus I have decreed it, thus shall it be, and argument shall *not* be brooked. My mongol hordes will sweep through the land and a cleansing fire will chase away all those who dare dissent.
Okay, that having been said. I saw Tomb Raider and was...underwhelmed. Angelina Jolie? Yes. She's *hot*. And she rides a motorcycle and has guns that are also *perfect* accesories for whatever she happens to be wearing. The problem was that she's a lot hotter than they let her be. Also, the script? I found physically painful at times. But, there was hot. Just not enough hot. Which made me a sad Niflet. *does dance of Nifra-despair*
But I got over it quickly when I found out that I Capture the Castle is in theaters near me, so I'm going to see that tonight. I'm very excited. I *love* that book - it's so utterly charming.
In other news: I bought the Homicide: Life on the Street DVDs and the Buffy season 3 DVDs and am now in happy DVD land. I had forgotten simply how *tight* and well done the writing and acting in H:LotS really is. If you've never watched the show? My suggestion is that you somehow, someway, watch at the very least the episode 'Three Men and Adina.' It...Andre Braugher and Kyle Secor and Kevin Gunn (think that's his name, not entirely sure) talk for an hour and there's never a moment that isn't filled with suspense. That's how *good* they are. It's mindblowing. When I was done watching it I just let out this long breath and sat back and wondered why the *hell* all TV shows aren't that good.
And Buffy Season 3? Oh the happy. Xander!love, Oz!adoration, and yes, Giles!crush. My love for Buffymen does not quite extend to the vampires in the bunch (I've got fuzzy Spike feelings, yet want to stake Angel, which is rather not what was intended - at least at first). But I do have intense Buffyman love. So there you are.
Also? Faith. Sweet *jesus* Faith. Faith/Buffy is so damned *hot*. Recc me up, people. Seriously.
Now, I know a lot of you are wondering 'Where is ADS 6?' The answer to that question is without a doubt 'Coming!' Seriously - I'm working on it. Life's been *mad* hectic for the last little bit, but now that I'm sleeping again (yay!) I'm anticipating that I'll be able to finish it soon. Possibly by Monday. That may be just me being hopeful, but the point is? I've not abandoned the story or anything.
Until then, though? I've written a wee drabble-y thingy that's entirely silly and has no socially redeeming value. It's, Clark, Lex and the marijuana.
"Clark, do you hear that?" Lex said pausing as he reached into the refrigerator. "Is that my *father*?"
"No, no," Clark assured him, laughing. "Not anyone, but…dude? You're so standing between me and the Chinese food."
"I'm serious, I think I hear my father," Lex repeated, still frozen. "Oh, *shit*."
"Lex? You're standing in front of the food. For real."
"Did he say that he was coming by to talk to me early this afternoon? I know he's in town...Clark, do you remember me saying anything about that?"
"Lex! Food! Now! I need chicken lo mein! Stat!"
"Clark, do you know the amount of MSG in this could kill a third world country? You don't even know what kind of animal parts are in there!" Lex said, giving the refrigerator a disdainful look.
Clark growled. "Clark hungry! Lex feed!'
"If Lionel shows up, I want you to promise you'll hide. You have no idea how much you don't want to talk to him when you're baked," Lex warned, handing Clark the container.
"Whatever," Clark said, sitting on the countertop and happily picking out pieces of chicken with his fingers. "'S yummy," he said around a mouthful of food. "Want some?"
"Thank you, no," Lex said with a shudder. "That's the lowest quality chicken they'll let people serve. Maybe it's not even chicken. It could be cat."
"Tastes like chicken," Clark insisted, eyeing Lex. "You're freaking out."
Lex glared. "I am not. You're deaf."
"No, you're totally freaking out. You're still trying to figure out if your dad's in the living room, and I bet you're wondering what you could use as a weapon if he is," Clark said, grinning before he stuffed more lo mein in his mouth.
Lex grabbed the carton out of Clark's hands, ignoring the previous statement. "Give me that," he muttered, before taking a bite. "If this is cat, then cat is very tender."
"Hey, Lex, give it back!" Clark whined, reaching for it and making grabby motions with his hands. "I need that!"
"Mine," Lex said, with smirk as he ate more.
"We could share?"
"I really don't see what about that possibility would be attractive -- seeing as I can have all of it, under current circumstances," Lex retorted.
Clark frowned. "See, when I'm sober? I'm about half as smart as you, but stoned? You stay smart and I don't. What's that all about?"
Lex said nothing, eating with gusto instead.
"Oh, man, you are *so* evil," Clark muttered. "I take back all those nice things I said about you, too," he continued, crossing his arms and pouting as Lex made rapturous noises over the Chinese food.
"Food of the gods, Clark, food of the gods," Lex intoned.
"That's it. I'm calling the friendship off," Clark said, darkly. "There's no way I can be friends with someone like you."
Lex raised an eyebrow and held up the food carton. "If you want it, come get it."
Clark sputtered, "Is that a challenge?"
"Did it sound like an invitation?" Lex shot back.
Clark slid off the countertop and stalked menacingly toward Lex. "Hand over the lo mein, Luthor."
Lex danced out of his reach. "The cat noodles are mine, Kent."
Clark froze. "Hey, Lex, do you hear something?"
"Oh, very funny. I'm not buying it," Lex said with a snort.
Clark shook his head, eyes wide. "No, really, I think I heard --"
"Alexander?" Lionel's imperious voice called out. "Lex, where are you?"
"Oh *fuck*," Lex said, with feeling. "I'm so totally screwed."
Clark grabbed the Chinese food carton out of Lex's fingers and grinned. "Yup. You are."
Lex glared. Clark grinned wider, snagging a nectarine from a bowl on the counter. "Have fun, I'll be in the garden. Want to play GTA after he leaves?"
"It would be immature of me to hide, right?" Lex asked, voice choked as footsteps sounded in the hall outside the kitchen.
"Probably, yeah," Clark answered in a whisper, obviously tamping down a huge fit of laughter.
"Would you think less of me as a man if I hid?" Lex whispered urgently.
Clark grabbed his hand. "Let's go."