Has anyone out there in this great, wide world of ours written Dead Ringers slash, twincest-y fiction? I'm watching the movie right now and am slightly befuddled, but still... Jeremy on Jeremy love, yes? Can't go wrong with that, as fucked up as it is.

I just want to hug him. Both of him. The drug-addict and the Dracula. Especially when he's all sad and crazy and hugging his knees and rocking back and forth. Aww. Baby Brother. God. Such an amzing actor.

So pitiful... Jesus, so pitiful. "Ellie... Ellie... Ellie..." *sobs*

Well, fuck.