Kinky Boots 13

This was written partly to answer a prompt on the meme and partly as a gift fic for commonlogicin return for all her assistance with the Paris fic. I hope both she and the OP like it equally XD  Story title is taken from the Nick Cave song of the same name. Phoenix's quote towards the end originates from the Bible but he's more likely to have got it from popular culture. Miles' quote is from Tiruvalluvar's Sacred Couplets.

Title: Brother, My Cup Is Empty
Writer: KingMobUK
Pairings: Edgeworth/Phoenix
Rating: PG 13 for themes
Genre: Drama/Angst
Warnings: Swearing..
Word count: 4654

Notes: Originally written in response to a request on the PW Anonymous Kink Meme.
Original request was "One drunk, angsty Edgeworth. One particularly cold evening. One caring, albeit awkward Phoenix.No sex or romance necessary.."

Summary: When Edgeworth goes missing, it's down to Phoenix to find him. This is an AU fic set a month after 1:4 that assumes Edgeworth never had to run away or leave the country.
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( The truth will set us free... )

"Well I've been sliding down on rainbows
Well I've been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggars clothing
Bangs his cup across the bars
Look, this cup of mine is empty!
Seems I've misplaced my desires
Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires
So brother, be a brother
And fill this tiny cup of mine
And please, sir, make it whiskey
For I have no head for wine"
- NICK CAVE

LJ Laughs For The Day

Been playing catch-up on LJ as I wasn't reading it much over New year and of all the stuff I have skimmed back through, this post by anw   in which he ponders on the need for a writer to have a pen name and if so, what his should be, has given me the most laughs word for word. The comments after the post making suggestions for his nom de plume are the icing on the cake.

I adore Andrew's writing, and as I have said many times on here and elsewhere, his is often the voice in my head I hear when writing Edgeworth, which makes me giggle. I can hear him swearing at me right now through the magic of the Internerd.

Anyway, read the post, if you want a good damn laugh. Here's an excerpt:

"If you knew a Cornelius Vanderbilt Whitney, wouldn't you want to invite him for dinner, even if you couldn't guess from his name that he's extraordinarily rich? If mail was misdelivered to your door for one Henry Theophilus Finck, wouldn't you take it round in person so you could meet him?"

I'm Bored. Please Send Drugs.

My New Year present to myself for use at work. A new mug that expresses my complex feelings about the nature of employment, the rat race, and capitalism. (Not really, it just made me laugh when I saw it in the shop during lunch break).

 

Lightsabre Wars On The Streets of Britain!

Not really, but damn, this is some funny news article. Written by a nerd, editor obviously amused.

A woman who was assaulted on a Norfolk street was rescued by her 11-year-old son - who chased the assailant off with a toy lightsaber.

The incident began when a man in his thirties punched the woman on the arm and began verbally abusing her.

The woman was with her two children - the son, aged 11, and a daughter of six - at the time of the incident, which happened a long time ago (December 22) in a galaxy far, far away (Swardeston, just south of Norwich) ...

More in link here, including a wonderfully captioned photo: http://www.metro.co.uk/weird/article.html?in_article_id=82448&in_page_id=2