- Work more on MS#7. PLOT. Title? MS#7 is uncatchy.
- Take notations of progression of Cloudy Now
- Plot mood etc
- Start collecting .dv clips from Mentalist
- Love on Patrick
- Walk bunny?
- Be saner.

I took my bunny for a run outside yesterday, after a while he flopped down and we had a lie down on the grass, it was nice. Been looking at outdoor hutches. After he's neutered it would be nice to get him a friend, not sure what my parents would say though - suspect they'd only agree if I kept them outside. He is quite moody at the moment due to hormones so I've been trying to teach him to be nice, he used to be such a little angel too. Hopefully he'll calm down after neutering though - and either way he is still lovely most of the time.

Got recced on torchwood_house with my post-Journey's End fic of all things. Explains why I had like eight new reviews on a fic I wrote a few months ago. Have to dig out the refill I was scribbling on on the bus last night to type things up. And figure out what I'm cooking for dinner. Mostly I just want to lie down and not think. No chance of that though so considering going to Eastgate for excessive amounts of candy and a bottle of midori.

Might take fluffernutter outside again too - must try and remember camera this time if I do.

Commenting too much work but omnomnom to sab and mangoz.

Just now come across a fic with this warning:

Warnings: A touch of slash (in a loving way !), a hint of het-slash and one moment of extreme violence.

I am confused. Violence I understand, obviously, but what is this "het-slash" and why does slash need to be specified as "in a loving way"?

BEWILDERED.

how can such a teeny animal, that in and of itself doesn't actually make any noise louder than a murmur except when screaming in extreme pain, be so noisy? it's the thumping and clomping... the websites on rabbit communication say they thump when there's danger to alert the rest of the warren (/people), but holly has not read these websites. he thumps to tell me he's bored of his cage now and wants to come out. today it was at 8am, but he's done it at 4am before. and then he runs around going "clomp clomp clomp" all over the floor. i also have a fairly impressive bruise on the inside of my forearm where he was giving me lovebites.

though somehow unexpectedly expensive / unexpectedly noisy / expectedly messy / occasionally painful with affection < FUZZY AND DARLING. especially coz he is alive and able when by all rights he shouldn't be.


have been playing sims - the doctor set the kitchen on fire once already and keeps burning his food, took many days to find a job and is generally a rather incompetent father, while jenny has top marks, more friends than him and is capable of actually cooking a meal - and working through the completed fic from tardis big bang. novella-length torchwood fic for the yay! and, you know, basically guaranteed that they're going to be of decent quality, unlike some of the many-short-chaptered epics that get posted to the fic comms I'm on.

i should really be writing my own fic. have to figure out how they track their dude down for the chase scene and get into jack's headspace for the swimming bit.

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My bunny is five months old. :D He is the cutest evah still. He's so flopsy!

Also, I left my bag on the floor today and he keeps licking it. I don't know why. He's weird. He had to get stuck with needles four times today because the first needle the vet tech tried wasn't injecting properly for some reason. Poor baby. He's got another check up on Tuesday morning and I just hope it's not too cold I hate going out on cold winter mornings. :(

Why is it that every Torchwood AU one-shot I write decides it wants to be a series? I need Jenny and Ianto to stfu so I can finish the Mutual Service-verse fic I'm halfway through.

ps: Children of Earth to air in the UK sometime during the week of July 4-10. Want. Want now.

I have four text windows open with partially written fic in them. Two are prompts for ~rounds_of_kink on LJ, the other two are playing with the verse I set up in Mutual Service. As well, I have a half-read Dean Koontz novel on my desk and I'm fourteen chapters into the Hidden audiobook. Also I'm working through a reclist I got emailed, deleting the fic that no longer exist and generally having fun reading and re-reading shit.

My attenshuns, I cannot has them.

It's been crazy with wind and rain today, so naturally we got three book deliveries from Fishpond. Two were in the more compact packaging and sat happily inside the letterbox. The third was in a bulkier one and got blown to the ground and sort of soaked through. That one was mum's. (As was the third one, I believe.)

So now I have Border Princes to read! I also downloaded the Hidden audiobook, though I'm only about a quarter through because it's hard to listen for long stretches at once, and ummm Everyone Says Hello and Another Life (I think it's an abridged version, read by JB). Naoko Mori doing Jack's American accent or a Welsh one is slightly hilarious.

Despite previous failures, I'm attempting to write a longer-than-my-usual fic. I'm hoping it won't be too long because I actually would like to finish it. I'm 2k words in and I've just loaded up my They Keep Killing Suzie avi to steal dialogue. Hussah! *mad stealer*

Ianto Jones does not have a vagina.*

This may seem obvious, but it means there are certain ramifications that some of you seem not to be grasping. Namely that, as you like to point out, Jack has genitalia sized quite firmly above average. When inserted into the anus, especially the first time, this is quite likely to hurt.

Things that make it even more likely to hurt are the complete absence of lubrication and pre-penetration preparation. I do not think Ianto would much approve of Jack just sticking it in there. (I'm not sure Jack would much approve either, for that matter. Before or after Ianto kicked him in the balls.)

Please consider and adjust your writing accordingly. TY.


* for exceptions, see Torchwood novel Almost Perfect.


eta:
Given that ~iantofuckingjones is too long a un, do I want ~kingianto or ~king_ianto?

Sometime last year I wrote Shooting Your Mouth Off, a Pepper/Aubrey gunporn smut, which made me realise I have a bit of a gunporn kink. Last night, my brain wouldn't let me sleep until I'd gotten back up and penned Take Back the Night, a Jack/Ianto gunporn smut.

( Not Safe For Ange )

Okay, and that went on way more of a tangent than I expected, considering I'm talking about boys playing with guns, but suffice to say, power is a funny thing that doesn't always depend on who has the firepower.

God, this fic is beautiful.

The Calm During (Jack/Ianto, NC-17)

It's just... sort of gentle. I don't much buy into fluffy Jack/Ianto, because they're both so broken in hidden ways, they're just not domestic. But there's a difference between fluffy domestics and just being comfortable with each other. It's probably because I'm up past my bedtime, but reading this fic is like the smut version of watching a late-night fireworks show, yawning and pleasantly tired, leaning your head on someone's shoulder and feeling warm where they have their arm wrapped around you.

Still working on my first time PWP. I suppose if I'm to continue hitting all the cliches of Jack/Ianto fic my next shot ought to be post-Countrycide. But it probably won't be.

Today I
-put the washing out
-slept (with the aid of drugs, admittedly...)
-encouraged bunny to use his digging box by blatantly bribing him with carrot
-got the harness on bunny with a minimum of fuss
-rewarded this by taking bunny outside for the first time! he wasn't too sure about this but quickly realised that the entire ground was covered in things that were good to eat. Then he fell over. I think he was trying to binky.
-finished one of the three Pepper/Aloysius smutfics I was trying to write. One. *sigh*

Florence is maudlin coz it was her birthday and the world sucks. Dung's pretty Dung-ish. Astra's crying a lot because Marius has been missing for two and a half days and someone owled her his broken wand. Pepper hates everything and is pretending to be cheerful. Oh, RP, how can I ever quit you?

Hay guys

Prompt me. (Characters)

Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

"We don't ha--" he starts, and Zacharias doesn't want to hear it, doesn't want pity and freebies, it's his shitty life and he wants to own it, so he sucks in a breath and kisses him.

"Ugh, you're right, I am... considerably inebriated," he decided, a lofty tone imbuing the words with even more highborn intelligence than they would otherwise have.

I look around for a moment as though I'm visiting someone's house for the first time and don't know quite what to do, then I remember that this is my apartment, and I make the rules here, and then I pull my legs up so my feet are on the fabric and I can wrap my arms tightly around my knees.

He was incredibly and unreasonably attracted to Aubrey and would very much like to tie him to his bed and shag him senseless all weekend.

There was something to be said about being able to look out all around and see no one at all between you and the horizon, to be able to entertain yourself all day with just your own thoughts.

When Bags announces her intention of running for Minister, Pepper throws a fit and insists that he has no desire to train a new boss and will be voting for the other guy.

Pepper interrupts his thoughts with a wry tone, eyebrow arched, and nudges one hip against the bench in a way that makes Aubrey want to stare at them again, but the fact that he'd just been caught at it is already making him flush in embarrassment.

"I know you get off on being miserable, but really, there is a limit."

Blaise has always been better at those subtly insulting looks than he has, but then he's lucky enough to have an incredibly fine-featured face.

With his clean-cut shirt and big long coat it's very dramatic and would probably be kind of sexy if Pepper wasn't tied to a bed in some crazy-arse secret hideout or Muggle government lock up or whatever the fuck this was.

Okay, so now that I have over 80 icon sets and feel like a real icon maker, I have separated my CDJ from my icon journal.

So now:

keieeeye - real life, general
keisarmy - pbs, icons
pocketotter - cdj, fanfic

which... sounds a bit excessive but oh well. I will warn you that if you add pocketotter you um may get a spam of 45~ entries on your f-list. So you might want to read your f-list right up to date, then add it, then keep reading from after that.

Accordingly, the Marius/Astra wedding planning infos is now here.

Plans for tomorrow: tag the older half of my icon sets with the PB name, do up the fanfic mega index on ~pocketotter and/or decide if I'm going to use any other tags for subcategories of "fanfic". Upload a fuckload more icons that I found while fetching all the otters because there are a ton on my hard drive that are super and not on here. Think about writing something un-depressing for lifeanddeath because breaking the streak of new-ghost-pepper with aubrey's death isn't really a change in mood.

Why you gotta be so depressing, newghost!Pepper?

http://lifeanddeath.insanejournal.com/3683.html
http://lifeanddeath.insanejournal.com/3841.html


(and for context the sceneage where he starves to death in a basement after gnawing on his own hand. happy!)

The nun had earnest eyes and a firm voice. "Please don't bring him back," she said, twice and then again as she left, to make sure Elena understood.

She does understand, and she looks at her son and doesn't know what to feel. When Teresa picked up a flower and it blossomed in her hand Elena was overjoyed. Octavius is more troubling. He is seven years old and his hair is curling into his face and he's getting tall too fast and needs a new pair of shoes and the nun never said the word "expelled", but still she worries.

For four months after his father dies, Octavius crawls into bed with his mother in the middle of the night, thumb of one hand in his mouth and fingers of the other clinging to the edge of an old baby blanket that used to be blue. Elena's throat is tight and her chest aches, empty, and she wants to be stern with him, believing so strongly in discipline. But he has his father's nose and eyes, and instead she holds him close, head tucked in under her chin as she smells his hair and feels the baby inside her grow.

I love reading longfic (provided it's good). I hate writing it. I'm awful at it, I plan it faster than I write it so I lose steam and lose interest and it never gets past a couple thousand words.

Which is why I really hate when I get a plotbunny. Even (and/or especially) when it's a slightly hilariously cracky one. Like this one.

( Where the fuck do I get this stuff from? )

As you can see, all the interesting stuff has been written out in my head already. This makes actually writing the story sort of boring to me. Therefore, imagine that ^ that plot was presented in a lengthy and well-written fashion, with wonderful verbalosity and an engaging narrative voice that is humorous when appropriate and steeped in mood-giving properties when needed.

For anyone who is actually interested I renamed nanokei to lifeanddeath which I can't believe no one already had. But yeah, it's not exactly a NaNo anymore, it's just... the slow exploration of NextGen-canon Pepper's history and I just put up angsty Catholicism so people who've been reading it have to read it somewhere else now ok cool.