Oct. 20th, 2015

Angsty gladiators ate my life.

I'm trying to make a semi-conscious effort to not just post every random thing that happens exclusively on Twitter. It's so addictive and easy and I do truly love it (well, caveat: the way I use Twitter is basically just like a private chat room, lol), but it's in the nature of the beast that things slide very quickly way down your feed and out of your mind. One of the things I've always loved (and lately missed) about the IJ/LJ experience is how easy it is to take a stroll down memory lane and cheer yourself up with some sparkly old thing when you're having a shit day. Well, provided you keep decently organised tags, which I really, really don't, lol. But I am trying to revive it a bit and get back into the habit of semi-regular posting. (It helps when you upload approximately seven gazillion new icons so you actually want to post just so you can use them.)

Right, so, I'm still stuck way hard on Spartacus. Poking at fic, bemusedly wading through Tumblr, meta-spazzing at [info]alsha and anyone else who will listen. It's pretty damn awesome. I've missed the days of only sleeping 4 hours a night because you're too busy tearing your hair out over some scene that won't come right or spending a ridiculous amount of time on researching crucifixion injuries (I have to say, Vikings really dropped the ball on this one, with Athelstan's unceremonious full recovery, lol).

Anyway, just taking a break to trawl more cast tribute vids. Unlike show-based fanvids, with these, I don't really give two shits about quality, I'm perfectly happy just ogling the unfairly gorgeous shiny people. (And vaguely regretting that Liam got to do humour on the show so rarely, because he is so freaking funny!)

Also? Lining up the We won't break, we won't die, it's just a moment of change" part of these lyrics with Andy footage is FUCKING EVIL. Arrrgh :CCCC

Jul. 22nd, 2009

HBP - obligatory rambly reactions post

They really like that swirly swirly ink swirl effect thing, don't they? )

Jul. 19th, 2009



Jun. 23rd, 2009

Oh hai, still here

Tonight I wrote. Ok, just 500 words, but it sure as shit is more than I've written in well over a month, so we'll count that a victory. And it's all due to [info]sdk and her cracky powers of inspiration *loves*

In other news? No so much news! I live. I don't post, but I read the f-list, surely that counts? lol.

My job needs to go away. But still give me loads of money. While I'm not working. That can work, right? Also, I need house elves. And a timeturner thingie, because even without sleeping, I don't have enough hours in my day and fail massively at the simplest things, like, replying to my fucking emails already. Why is there no optional internet mindmeld yet? I could just quickly log on inside my brain and tell someone "OH HAI, I AM NOT DEAD, AND I THINK OF YOU ALL THE TIME, REALLY. HERE, HAVE THE THOUGHT PROCESS LOG TO PROVE IT." C'mon, science. Enable my lazy, for sheesh.

EKP insanity still progressing nicely and at insane pace. Yes, you may blame German soaps for my infrequency and my absence of brain. Really. Go ahead. They won't mind. WHEEEEEEE!


Mar. 26th, 2009

Have some weird, depressing fic!

Oh gah, I was supposed to work, not write angsty stream-of-consciousness crap.

Title: A Crucial Ingredient
Author: [info]aldiara
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Lars/Roman (post-Jenny/Lars/Roman; brief mention of Deniz)
Word Count: 2100 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Without Jenny, it’s too easy for Roman and Lars to remember that they don’t really like each other, that they have next to nothing in common.
Warnings: (Oh, warnings! I never have warnings! This is exciting!) Uhm, massive angst and depressing crap. Some violence.
Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, the OT3 would be canon. And there would be no circus monkeys with bizarre wardrobes.
A/N: Kind of an AU version of the Lars/Jenny break-up and alcohol relapse dilemma, I guess. 100% Stella-free. I think I'm going to blame [info]graspthethorn and [info]sdk for this. What with the rarepairs and the het and all. WHAT! I NEED SOMEONE TO BLAME. Unbeta'd, so if you see anything bollocksy, please do point it out.


The thing is, without Jenny, it doesn’t bleeding work. )

Mar. 8th, 2009

Such is my social life these days:

I'm about to head off for a pair of three-year-olds' birthday party. And the scary thing is, I probably have more in common with the three-year-olds than anybody else who's going to be there. Teehee.

(Also, it's only mid-afternoon and I'm slightly squiffy on rum and cranberry juice. WHY'S THE RUM GONE? And is it socially acceptable to appear at birthday parties of the underaged in a mild state of intoxication? If the underaged are so severely underaged that they won't notice anyway, unless you steal all their new toys, which... might happen, actually?)

In other news: Whoa. I think I finished chapter 3 of In This Home On Ice. It's 9000 words and NOTHING HAPPENS, LOL. I am verbose, and Deniz is disgusted with me for making him be introspective. DEAL, SLUT.

I'll, uh, post when I've done a massive clean-up and plied [info]alsha with sexual favours to beta it. It pays off to date a professional editor who lives with you and CANNOT GET AWAY!

I hope everyone's having a fabulous weekend! *snuggles the lovely f-list* I know I owe some of you emails, people! I haz not forgot! I iz just... uh... easily distracted. Aiiiii.

January 2020




RSS Atom
Powered by InsaneJournal