Jul. 28th, 2010 06:15 pm
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Dear Girl'friends',

Thank you for forcing me to see Twilight. Now, rather than admiring Jacob's shoulders from afar and faintly lusting after Kellan Lutz, I am actively seeking Twilight slashfic. Do you know what happens when teenagers who were never taught grammar try to write slashfic? No? Good. It's not pretty, I assure you. Now I'm going to have to write some myself. I hope you're pleased with yourselves. You'd better dig out the second DVD for me tomorrow too, or else there'll be trouble (and I'll hide all the chocolate).

Love and Hugs,


Dear Pogue!Muse,

Stop fucking with Reid's car, you're making him twitchy. Stop flirting with the pretty tattoo artist, you're distracting her. Stop trying to think in abstract nouns and long-winded metaphors. This fic is not actually about you.

Marginally less love,


Dear Gen Kill!Muse,

Shut up, stand still, and wait your fucking turn. I'll get to you when I get to you, I'm still doing the research.

Out to You.


Dear Covenant People,

Please carry on with the achingly-hot distractingly-pretty porn. Especially when it involves Tyler being kinky. *licks lips*


PS I think Caleb could use some more love, though... *hints*
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  • I think I need to buy a teapot. They’re so cute and it would save me all the hassle of having to boil up the kettle each time and find the teabags and wait hours for it to brew. But, then there’d be hassle with finding loose tea and remembering to strain it, wouldn’t there. Oh, and also with the part where tea is my I-want-to-go-home-and-curl-up-under-the-duvet-with-my-teddy-bear comfort drink, so buying a teapot is a bit like tempting fate. Oh. Maybe not buying a teapot then. But they’re so cute!

  • I am so hungry! I’ve been carb-loading out of habbit all week, so I stopped today (and only ate a few slices of pizza, because I’m sensible like that). But now I’m craving pasta and bread and I’m all out of Nutri-Grain bars for bulk. *sighs* I’m going to get back into long runs just so I can eat properly again.

  • I have become nocturnal once again. It happens. I’m used to it. I work nights in the holidays in any case. It still makes me cross that people have decided I am lazy because I work ten hour shifts that finish at 0200hrs and don’t then get up at 0600hrs. I have nothing to be awake for at that time, why should I deprive myself of desperately needed sleep?

  • Writing is not going well. I had a sudden burst of inspiration at 0300hrs a few days ago, and now there are three four [livejournal.com profile] rounds_of_kink prompts on the go, but I keep stuttering to a halt in the middle of them. Tyler keeps being a rag-doll; Pogue’s far too invested in Caleb’s welfare to notice Tyler being all wet and adorable in an otherwise empty hot tub; Nate can’t decide what he was wearing before he ended up in Brad’s kitchen and therefore can’t work out whether he can run home or not; and Reid is being Reid and refusing to speak to me at all. Boys! *throws hands up in despair*

  • I have worked out what was upsetting me so much about the almost-wank in the GK fandom. I’m going to think about it some more, and then try and do something constructive about it. I hate wank so much!

  • Also for the GK fandom, I think we need a massive rec list that details everything written so far. Then it could be a first port of call when people are looking for a fic and can’t remember what it was called. I know [livejournal.com profile] alethialia did one a while ago, and there’s the Porn Skirmish and also the Porn Battle… Am I missing something big? I need to make a list I think.

  • There is no rugby now until November. On the one hand, that gives everyone much-needed recovery time. On the other hand, I’m bored already. Somehow, England seem to still be in the World Cup. I don’t know how that happened but I would very much like my television back please. Oh, and I would also like to be allowed not to be English. Some of us that live here actually have a heritage, difficult as that may be to comprehend.

  • Umm… How beautiful is Ed Westwick!? I must catch up on Gossip Girl…
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Today I had The Most Fun Ever (by which I mean that I was amused for over an hour). Mostly this consisted of not having sheet music (as if I wouldn’t have a contingency plan, I am the queen of making shit up as I go along!), and then getting to watch everyone’s jaws drop at my jazz-style Summertime with added crazy-high parts. Yeah, I LOL’d. But I’d forgotten how good it feels just to sing sometimes, and the acoustics in our performance room are amazing! It’s like singing in a Cathedral *swoons*.

I am going to buy this dress. Because it is prettyful. And I am thinking I could dress it up or down, so it will be an investment, not just an impulse buy. And then of course I’ll have to buy shoes to go with it…

I glanced through an essay from one of the upper fours while I was waiting to do something else (because I’m nosy like that), and it made me smile. The question was “Sassoon and Owen were in a mental hospital together, do you think these poems are the work of madmen?” and the girl had concluded that she liked Owen’s poem best and that they couldn’t have been crazy because their poems were too good. Which made me smile, because that’s a beautiful way of looking at it.

Keya and I have decided that guys with swords are invariably hotter than guys without swords. We think the swords add about three points onto a guy’s rating. And we like Sean Bean’s voice. And Ed Westwick, but more when he’s being Ed Westwick than when he’s being Chuck Bass. And then we had a fight, because I think Nate Archibald is the epitome of beautiful, and Keya disagrees. Because she is wrong.

I am eventually going to write all of this in a fic. Not the same fic. Different fics. <small>I really wanted to write ‘Fick’ there.</small> )

I am going to try and catch up on FNL before the finale. Mostly because I'm really woried about Tim. *wibbles* ♥
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Thinky Thoughts in Prose Form )

I wish I could hand this in as coursework. If I have to write one more essay on ‘the presentation of the mother’ I am going to throw something *sigh*.


Jan. 13th, 2010 06:05 pm
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Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] temporal_witch who apparently is NOT an HTML tag:

If you could have me write a fic specifically for you, what would it be like? Fandom, characters/pairing, genre, plot elements, kinks... what's your ideal fic from me?

Apparently, reading explicitly suggestive poetry is not conducive to holding my trains of thought. I do love it when I'm not the only one with my mind in the gutter though...

On a slightly related note: I've noticed I listen to different bands according to what fandom I'm writing for, and sometimes there are different bands for different pairings (eg. Rudy/Pappy have adopted Owl City, Queen is for writing Torchwood fic.). Am I the only person that does this?

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NGH! I cannot write fic! At all *headdesk*. Even despite all the pretty words in my head.

Anyone want to rec me any anal beads fic to kick the muse into gear?

Once again, I find myself doing maths for fun. Something is wrong with this, maybe I stepped into an alternate universe by accident? I want to live in the Golden Compass Universe, mostly because I'd love a daemon.

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Piano time with Beth! Seriously worth an hour on my knees (not like that!) for. I’d forgotten how much I miss my music, and some of my sight singing was definitely *cough* interesting *cough* tonight. Have to get back in practice before BBQ season then, else those boys are gonna drown me, and we can’t have that now.

Hmm… I think I must be uneducated, because I don’t understand half of the prompts in [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic today. That would be me scrabbling through the lonely prompts then. I’m kind of confused about the etiquette though, some prompts kind of belong in other people’s ‘verses, and I have ideas for them, but it seems a little silly to ask permission for something so small, and yet at the same time rude not to. I was born in the wrong fucking century *headdesk*, most people probably don’t even care whose 'verses they write in...

No really though, I’d love to be a medieval knight, or a warlord in 300AD or something. Of course, I’d have to be a boy in order to do that, but that’s only a body switch seeing as my brain is decidedly male most of the time. Yep. I want to be a Dark Ages Warlord. It is my new life ambition, and about as likely to happen as my other ambition of actually passing any exams any time soon.

Also, I am a pervy old lady. Possibly an incestuously minded one (he’s not related by blood, it soooo doesn’t count!) um… shoulders *helpless look*.
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Cait is having problems with colours again. Stupid Dave gave me a whole wad of BRIGHT RED PAPER as in, not just red, actual fucking RED! That shit hurts my head. Who prints papers in red anyway!?

Today [livejournal.com profile] stoptheraptors  got told to “look at that distraction”. She went “what?” and then looked at the distraction. *headdesk*

Today I saw a comment from a fic journal I used to read back when I was [livejournal.com profile] time_wraith , so I went back and read through some of his stuff. It was… interesting. It was kind of my introduction to kink in fiction, but looking back, it’s not as good as I remember it being. Maybe it's a personal thing, but... that version of D/s does nothing for me any more. Maybe I growed?

I suck at writing at the moment. I’m actually considering calling time until the summer now, because it’s so hard to write that it eats all of my time with no words on the screen to show for it. But I’m gonna try and get some Jack/Ianto done, ‘cause I owe [livejournal.com profile] temporal_witch  for her Birthday (sorry baby!). *sighs*

Also, there are no locks on any of the doors in my house (inside doors, obviously). This kind of freaks me out. I WANT A LOCK. I don’t even know why, just... ugh! Privacy people! I can’t have a bath if there is no lock on the door. I can’t function as a human being without my baths.

Mmm. How pretty is Chris Kane in Angel? *drools*

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Um... Italy appear to be beating Wales..? *blinks* Nope, half-time, and Italy lead 9-7. Who knew? Bring on Ireland.

Today I am supposed to be writing. Instead, I am googling My Little Pony and Moondreamers. I kind of want to be a kid again now, because flying polar bears that put the moon in place and help to deliver dreams at night might just be the coolest thing ever. Ever. *resists the urge to write super schmoopy dream!fic*

I need to get back into [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic , but I can’t find any prompts that are jumping out at me at the moment, and I can’t afford for any of them to turn epic. *sigh*

I’m also supposed to be studying, after a lecture from my Mother about how I don’t work hard enough. Never mind that I’ve always written essays at three in the morning on the day they’re due… *grumbles*

One day I’m gonna post one of these things while I can actually remember what I wanted to post about, I'm sure there was something I wanted to say here...

C’mon Scotland!
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[Error: unknown template qotd] Oh! When to choose.. Hmm. Well, I’ve fallen back in love with the Sharpe books, so early 19th Century would be fun, but only if I was a guy, and Genderswap doesn’t seem like it’s included in this Time Machine thingy. Maybe I can go back to 300AD and meet Arthur and learn all about proper paganism and stuff? That would be cool, and you got some pretty high powered Priestesses back then, like Nimue. I could do that. But really, I’d just go back to being the age I am now but 23 years ago, because Queen at Wembley? I’d do most anything to see that. Doesn’t really count as history though, does it? I don’t think I’m doing this right…

Today, Cait is made of fail. Exams did not go well, so it looks like I’m gonna have to take a year out whether I want to or not. *headdesk*

My ‘To Do’ list, that was created to make things simpler, keeps spawning new tasks for me, and actually creates more stress than what it solves. This is why I am not a list person, I can’t even do those right!

So I have Questions:

1. How do you choose titles for fics? I got forcibly trained out of having a title before writing the story a couple of years ago, but now I’m choosing titles after I’ve written and it stresses me.

2. Can anyone rec me Jack/Ianto fic that’s either page-meltingly hot or features outdoors!Ianto (or at least where Ianto’s not a total girl)? Please *puppy eyes you*.

Also, this is the cutest college!AU ever! All the characters are so colourful and life-like and the whole thing is just sweet enough to give you warm fuzzies without rotting your teeth. Really, it’s amazing. I’d have loved to see Chris with Steve, but the snippets of Chris/Sandy are all kinds of delicious…

Oooh! And I’ve found someone to go watch Watchmen with me. She didn’t believe me when I told her she’d have to be in charge of me, I may have to tone down the squee… *excited wibble*

And have a pretty ) because… just because I can. ♥
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Crazy pairings are occuring in my mind! I wanna know what the bunny has been smoking.

Wolverine/Comidian, really bunny? Really!?
Tosh/Elliot? For why?
Misha/Jensen/Chris/Steve!!? Bunny, go lie down or something, you're making my head hurt.
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The most beautiful death fic ever (Jeff/Chris by [livejournal.com profile] caarirose ), I cried all the way through it, and it’s so breathtakingly beautiful. We need more writers who can make me cry, I think it’s good for the soul or something. Saying that, I’d forgotten how good the writers over on [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic are. I haven’t played in a while because writing is getting difficult again, but some prompts just bite, I guess. Kind of restores your faith in fandom when you get 400 words of beautifully written smut.

I’ve got the house to myself for a bit over the weekend, so I might actually get something written at last. As grateful as I am that they took me back in here, I kind of miss having my own bed and more than a square metre of floor space, it gets to me sometimes, especially when I can never find anything. And I still have some really nice wine from Stef from my Birthday, so I might have a pampering/fic writing night. Yes. Plan.

*snickers* My Mum moved my car this morning and my baby shot off down the drive with her. I told them she was crazy!

Also… Um

this guy ). Why is he so pretty and who can I slash him with?

 Oh! Dragon. I have one. It needs clicking or something. Please click the pretty dragon *batters eyelids*.

Adopt one today!

I have come to the frightening revelation that I could actually like Miley Cyrus… some of her stuff is not half as bad as I thought it would be. This worries me, I may have to put myself on a strict music diet some time in the near future, possibly involving Metallica.

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… and none of them will go down on paper (or, only at inappropriate moments, like wanting to write Happy!Parker/Elliot whilst talking on the bus *facepalm*).

Yesterday I spent four hours on a train. And then a further two trying to get twenty minutes down the road, because someone lied to me about picking me up, leaving me and my little sister in the dark in the snow in the most dangerous city in the area. Thanks for that one. I’m still angry. My poor Dad had to get Alasdair out of the bath, wrap themselves up all warm and then drive out trying to find us with neither him or I knowing the area at all. We could have been picked up from the train station, but no. Or, maybe caught the exchange in Chesterfield, but no. So fucking angry about that. Still, I got to be rescued by my Little Brother, which was fun.

It snowed again. I need it to stop snowing. Until after Wednesday. It can snow as much as it likes after then. All the side-roads are snowed up and slippery, which is fun. Though I did drive down a road called ‘saltburn’, which amused me. What with that and the now on the ‘Bus plug’ sign…

There are so many prompts I want to write for comment_fic, but the words just aren’t coming out properly. It’s been kind of hard to speak as well recently, which has me very stressed (though I think it’s stress that causes it, which would make that a vicious circle).

There are random people looking around my house. I kind of showed them around the downstairs, but I daren’t take them upstairs having had no notice and no time to clean up. They’re wandering around the garden now… *bites nails*

Also, Misha:

He’s soooo pretty. And he really doesn’t know what he’s letting himself in for…

Snow Day!

Feb. 2nd, 2009 01:58 pm
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So, three flakes of snow fell on London and now nothing is moving. Which is a bit silly really, because Canada must have more snow than this for most of the year, and Canada's never closed, is is? But it's good for me, because I overslept and couldn't get into college, so I have an unexpected snow day!

Most of which, I've just spent baking. The whole domestic goddess thing really doesn't work for me, but I'm getting better. I only cried three times, swore minimally within the cat's hearing and burned a whole strip of skin off the inside of my left palm. That's pretty good for me, and my sponge cake is only a little bit soggy.... yeah, I pretty much suck.

On the plus side though, I'm no longer drunk/hungover. Mum said I drink too much, and I didn't believe her, but I'm very glad she wouldn't let me drive yesterday because apparently I was actually still drunk. I've got to watch that I think.

Also, I have been wondering, why is everyone on LJ older than me? I assumed, with the amount of two-sentance-chapter fics around, that most people had an average age of 14 or so. But apparently, most people are older than me. I appreciate that everyone has to learn to write, and my first fics were truly horrific, but I was 14 at the time, I kind of assumed that everyone grew out of it...

In other news: Misha has taken over my brain. He's just too pretty. And Jeff!Muse is playing up and keeps chasing after Sam!Muse in oppose to dealing with Jensen!Muse like I asked him to. Bad Jeff!Muse, now see what you've done!

I also have sniffles, I think I'm getting a cold. It sucks...


Jan. 20th, 2009 07:23 pm
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Can I write one fic in an AU just because the scene interrupted my Transitional Metals lecture thing and wouldn't leave me alone? I don't want to write the whole AU or anything, just that one scene...


Jan. 19th, 2009 06:23 pm
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I suck today.

No writingness, no revisingness, no making-of-flapjacks-ness. Nothing. Except I did finally get around to posting Hannah's Birthday present, and had a conversation about the weather with a nice lady in the post office (how very British of me, in a queue and everything!). Ngh! And I wanted to do more writingness, it's useful to me.

I need more icons. I need to find my hug icon, and a Jack icon and a Chris/Steve icon... just, lots of Icons really...

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Come and play HERE, where there are many yummy prompts of yummyness.

(And also some stuff that I wrote here...)

That is all...

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- My car is angry with me for leaving her. She refused to start and just made a scary clicking noise when I tried to turn the engine over. So I, being all grown up and sensible, ran back to my Dad and said "My car's all poorley and please can you make her better please!" with added puppy-eyes. So now she's stuck there until he can fix her for me. Poor baby.

- I missed my brother all week, even though I didn't used to see him that often I found myself really missing him. He gave me the biggest hug today and started crying when I had to put him down. I think that was the hardest part.

- I have a balloon. He is an Eeyore balloon (or, he's Eeyore's head as a balloon), and he is huge! Both the cats are scared of him, they kind of stared and lowered themselves close to the ground and crept closer to investigate with massive eyes and everything. It was very funny. So long as they don't hurt Eeyore...

- I need more icons. I need a Jack icon. And a Chris/Steve icon. And just generally more icons. I like them, they are shiny. Why won't LJ let us buy more icon space? I don't want a paid account just now, but I'd happily pay for more icon space, and they could take all the space I can put pictures into so it doesn't fuck with their servers. We should start a petition or something (are petitions bad things? I kind of see them as negative...).

- Should I sign up for a fic challenge? It's an 80's lyric fic type thing and I can write Chris/Steve and... but the deadline is February 28th and I have exams and parties and stuff before then... But it is lyric fic, I'm good with lyric fic! I don't think there's any Queen though...

- I have sparklies for Hannah, but the Post Office closed before I got there, so I can't send them until Monday, which means they're going to be late... I am a bad person. *sighs*

- I spent five minutes in a music shop trying to express the word 'ambitious' without having the word. Sometimes words get lost in my head and this stresses me. There is often hand-flapping involved.

- Lately I have been having a strange recurring dream invoving me being pregnant and in an abortion clinic about to abort the child/foetus/bunch of cells and being unable to go through with it. I really wish someone would tell me what this is all supposed to mean...

- I don't know who I want to ship on Leverage. Nate/Elliot is the obvious choice, but Elliot/Sophie could be fun, and Elliot/Parker is really growing on me too. I don't want to ship Hardison with anyone though, I just don't have a voice for him yet...

- Have a Pretty )

- If I draw stars on everything, do I win?


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