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Well David and Ronnie are coming over later today. Ronnie is up to "Heart" in watching Supernatural, which I think David will enjoy. At least the Sam and Madison scenes anyway. I mean his favourite BtVS scene is the Buffy and Spike against a wall, with the building disintergrating round them. So this should be just his cup of tea.
Which got me thinking about the love scenes with Sam, and the others with Dean. JA just doesn't seem to put any effort into them. He kind of just stands there. The most aminated he got was hugging Sam in "All Hell Breaks Loose Part II". Yeah I know that JP and JA get on very well (any wonder I read RPS with the two of them), but in the programme he is a little....unamimated. Maybe that is just me then!
Then I do like JP's body type. Long limbs and hands, and very slim. Micheal was like that, he was 6' 4" and as did an exboyfriend who was 6' 9". So that might just be what I go for!
To cleanse the palate and make you feel better, here is the original. :D
I've credited the maker but by initials. You all know who she is. I think since it was a gift, this beauty is gakkable.
I &hearts it so!
More screencaps from Mys, this time it's Psycho Beach Party with Nicholas Brendon. There are 125 in all, which means there are 25 in each post. These are not bases and if you want anything on them, please let me know. Comments are nice and credit is love.
( Hang ten dude! )
This is what LJ decides to throw at you if they determine a page doesn't exist.
Narrator: In A.D. 2006, Web was beginning.
Captain: What happen ?
Mechanic: Somebody set up us the journal.
Operator: We get signal.
Captain: What !
Operator: Main browser turn on.
Captain: It's you !!
CATS: How are you users !!
CATS: All your base are belong to Frank.
CATS: You are on the way to 404.
Captain: What you say !!
CATS: You have no chance to reach your page. Make your spelling correct.
CATS: Ha Ha Ha Ha ....
LiveJournal Admin: Sir! We have reports that someone is trying to access a page that doesn't exist!
LiveJournal Captain: Impossible! How can that be?
LiveJournal Admin: Sir, I don't know. Maybe they typed in the URL wrong or maybe we're suffering from a critical system failure.
LiveJournal Captain: Unacceptable! Redirect them to a 404 page and make it snappy!
Umm...you weren't supposed to see this.
Are you sure you typed in the URL correctly?
Um. Yeah. If you could get going that would be great. Frank needs some privacy. 
More screencaps from Mys, this time it's Children of the Corn 3 with Nicholas Brendon. There are 8 in all. These are not bases and if you want anything on them, please let me know. Comments are nice and credit is love.
( Let's play some b-ball )
Mmm.... dinner tonight was Young Reuben sandwiches (corned beef, swiss and cole slaw with a bit of Russian dressing on rye) with sweet potato fries (one of these days, I'm going to figure out how to make these without burning half of them). Quite yummy! I get cravings for Young Reubens from time to time... and no, that's probably not their actual name, but it makes sense when you think about cole slaw being, sort of, unaged sauerkraut.
I still haven't seen the season premiere of "Bones." I recorded it last night, but still haven't mustered up any sort of enthusiasm for it... they've got a lot to make up for, after last season, and I just can't see how they're going to be able to manage it. Not only that, but the previews I saw for the premiere quite simply look silly. Not an encouraging sign. I think I'm secretly wanting to stay living in the world where there's still a chance they won't totally blow it... and once I see the premiere, there's too great a chance it'll be shattered. Just call me Schrödinger.
I'm constantly being freaked out by the size of clothing I'm wearing. I keep pulling out my new shirts and thinking "there is no freakin' way this thing will even go over my head, much less be wearable." And then I put it on and it fits nicely. Really, really weird. It's been harder than I thought to dump my old clothes... I've had to put everything on and determine that yes, I am in fact *swimming* in that old shirt/pair of pants/dress/skirt before I'll put it on the Donation pile. And even then, the piles will stick around for a week until I get the gumption up to take them to the Donation Trailer. I'm very quickly moving into the last of my ancient "thin" clothes... and considering I still have another 45 pounds to go, I suspect there will be more shopping in my future. Blech. I just wish I could get by with what I have until I'm done losing, and then I can go out and completely replace my wardrobe just once and be done with it!
In a related moment... last week, someone recommended checking out thrift stores for clothing as a cheap way of getting stop-gap outfits. I felt a bit stupid for not thinking of it myself, to be honest. However, I'm not sure it was such a good idea... I hit the big Goodwill store in Bellevue earlier this week and ended up coming home with no clothing (I couldn't find anything I liked), but with a huge armload of cookbooks instead. *headdesk*
I've recently discovered the show Middleman and I think I'm in love... a show chock full of pop culture references, SF&F references and ultra-snappy dialogue? *swoon* I really wish I'd given it a try earlier in the season. Now I just have to hope they start rerunning episodes when the season ends!
Lastly, a very big THANK YOU to
spikereader for coming up with the answer to my card game question... it turns out we've been playing a variation on the game Golf!
I don't know where this came from but i hope you like it. :)
The Best Ones are Always Taken
By: vamptasticA
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rated: PG (kissing)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just drool over them. :D
Summary: Dean is drifting Sam finds him.
(no spoilers - set in the lost days of Stanford)
( Some days I wonder what the hell happened to me, hunting and killing, saving people. )
I will be without my lap top for about two weeks. I am very depressed because clearly the interwebs is like cocaine. ALSO, I need to scan and prepare lectures for power points and access the teaching website with the materials I need (no, WIley did NOT sell it as a CD/hard copy). Something must be done. The library here is not going to help with the scanning so I need to dust off the roomie's old computer/desk top. Nothing wrong with it just not cool for gamers.
Pray for Toby.
Sighs, I guess I won't be writing since I cannot stand doing it free hand. It drives me nuts. I type about 2000 words an hour. If I hand write, even I can't reread it. My students? Heh.
I should be a medical doctor.
:(
So, so tired. Must nap and/or go to sleep for the evening. After reading the fic over, I am not happy with how it's turned out and will have to continue to revise. It's not the sort of thing I normally write and it feels forced. And that's frustrating because I want it to sound like me, my style. It doesn't. More toil required. Sorry, guys. Gotta wait a bit longer for this one. Now I must collapse.
Debbie/Carl, Brian/Justin, Brandon/OC
Post 513
Ficlet written for the third prompt at
qaf_sanctuary, celebrating Debbie.
Rated R for language
Seeing Potential
I also posted another chapter of my new original:
Seduction, Compromise, Part Five
( Recs )
{20} Feist and Imogen Heap
{7} Sailor Moon
{26} Stargate Atlantis (John, Ronon)
{7} Torchwood (Ianto/Toshiko)
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Comment and credit to
catvamps_art.
( Find all the lovely boys and girls under the cut. )
Since I am to write a ridiculas amont of words each day, there will be small drabbles here and there, count on it. :-P Today I had no inspiration to write anything on my Vampire-story really, so I decided to make a time-line for it (half-done) and a plan how to write it (done). Instead I wrote a drabble about my World of Warcraft character, Caina Knuckleduster and a response to the RPG I am in. So, in total I managed to hit out 1065 words today. Not bad! Not bad at all. :-D Especially since I am not used to writing each day. At all. :-P
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Right, so both my nieces - who are with their second partners - have decided to get married again. One just before Christmas and one next year. Apart from the nightmare problem of finding a winter wedding outfit, I was wondering what the etiquette is for buying presents! They both have everything housewise that they need, including seven children between them! Perhaps a weekend away somewhere on their own might be appropriate. One of them is going on honeymoon with 4 kids between 16 and 3!
Waiting for the big storm that is supposed to hit England tomorrow. Not a hurricane type, but lots of rain apparently.
Oh and I have nearly finished new chapter of Business as Usual. Definitely will have finished it by tomorrow so will post it then.
And here are my dragon eggs that need a few clicks, please. I have 4 hatchlings as well, but I won't burden you with those until tomorrow!


Title: Good Job, Spike
Author:
spikes_evilbint
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not too many for a change. Sexual situations but not graphic. Bad language. Mild surgical procedures.
Pairing: Eventually Spike/Buffy
Summary: Spike is put to work in a rather unusual way. Again just a bit tongue in cheek!
Word Count: 6000 words. COMPLETE
Beta:
dawnofme - I work her so hard.
( Good Job, Spike )
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Here is the next chapter of Agnes Pringle's story. Hope my Aggie's Army enjoy it!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ME except Agnes who is mine.
The Story so Far: In The Replacement, Spike talks of the charming lady who runs a tearoom in the garbage dump. Meet Agnes Pringle, English spinster and reluctant vampire. Agnes just wants a quiet life but being Spike's friend, that is unlikely. In Sunnydale, life continues after Buffy's death. Agnes has given up her dream of returning home to stand by her friend and Dawn Summers. She has used some of her legacy from her old lover, Richard Wilkins III, to open a tearoom and cake shop in Sunnydale.
Chapter 24 Just like home
Agnes Pringle, English spinster, reluctant vampire and now proud owner and manager of the Olde English Willow-Tree Tea Shoppe, Sunnydale, USA, stood and surveyed her domain.
Tears – she hadn’t realised she could still cry – trickled down her cheeks. It was all so beautiful! She could have almost been standing in her own little shop back home in Winchester. There were thick blue and white flowered curtains at the windows – double lined to keep out the sunlight - dark oak tables and chairs with neat royal blue cushion pads, little blue vases with flowers in each – which she realised she would have to remove after tonight because the Ostvxysch demons had a bad habit of eating them. The vases, not the flowers, of course, because they were by nature vegetarians, so much that they also slaughtered all carnivores they came across - which made seating arrangements after midnight extremely complicated.
She had wondered about having a “non-person-eating” zone at one side of the shop, but it really would be difficult to police.
The Willow-Tree Tea Shoppe was opening only four doors down and across the street from The Magic Box, which Spike had told her was a good idea because Dawn was in and out of there all the time and he could keep an eye on her without getting under everyone’s feet.
Agnes would have preferred a site further away from where Buffy’s friends hung out, but this shop had become vacant and she had to admit it was suitable in so many ways. She now had her own kitchen and a little room for a bedroom. There was a basement for storing flour, sugar and all sorts of ingredients. And the tunnels that ran beneath most of Sunnydale passed right by her basement door. So convenient! She could go to the Library, the Mall, the bank, even the Laundromat and dry-cleaning shop without ever having to brave the streets again. Everything about it was perfect.
Also, that very nice gentleman, Mr Giles, who owned the Magic Box, had come along to say good-morning and offer any help she might need with settling in. He was so well spoken; his accent reminded her of home.
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