Staff at the bottle store recognising you - good customer service or a statement about how often you're there? HMMMMM.

I have confirmed that there appears to not be any lionhead rabbits in New Zealand. This makes me sad. That's three small breeds that never made it here that I'd otherwise like to get - American Fuzzy Lops, Polish and Lionhead. Seriously, lionheads have short fur all over their body except for long hair on their heads. How awesome is that?

Instead if I get a second rabbit I suspect it will be a light coloured Dutch or minilop (fawn or blue with white for Dutch and god only knows for a lop because they come in every colour ever). Or a Dutch x lop, since I have actually seen more than one litter of those advertised and mix breeds can be healthier than purebreds.

I've written nothing today, but it's not 4pm yet and I'm not cooking or cleaning tonight so I should still have time to do stuff. I'm coming up on the dramatic climax of the thing I'm writing, and once it's finished I'm going to go on to something else, so really I guess it's NaFicWriMo.

I apparently have the same birthday as St Aloysius. Also Chingy, Matthew Gray Gubler and the BTK killer.

IT'S LIKE SIX DAYS UNTIL NEW DR WHO EPISODE.

Good lord that meta got out of hand. Thinking way too much when I should be working on my prompt for the 10th.

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*

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.

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.

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.

I... have not been keeping up with my wordcount. At present I'm at 21k and I suspect this is going to morph from a nano to... an ongoing project mishmashed of third person scenes and autobiographical ramblings that doesn't really have much of a point.

Considering I already have the death scene(s) up (which are a bit squicky btw), which I was going to stick near the end of the nano.

Collecting prompts together, I want to write some Pepper/Mill but all I have is scattered images so I need to look at words until it coalesces.

( long list )

and the 7spells are listed here

Raisa linked me to a place on LJ that has coolio prompts (yes, that is my word of the moment, coolio).

( sets )

Though technically first I'm doing a mix and match set, so if I actually do do the whole lot, it will be eight sevens. We shall see.

Aubrey trots over as Jo leaves, grabbing Pepper by the arm as they head out to the foyer and he rolls his eyes tolerantly, passing over the fag.

"What's for dinner?" he asks, and takes a drag. "Can we get Indian? I'm dying for a curry."

"If you spill it I'm taking it off you." Really, Pepper suspects, that's probably not in line with Jo's instruction, but he's only had his place a few weeks and hell if he's going to let curry stains mess it up.

He thinks his partner might be psychic, because he hits him in exactly the same place Jo did. "If you starve me I won't have any energy left for sex."

"I'll take the risk. I can always trade you in for a cleaner model."

"Asshole."

"Un-housebroken mongrel puppy dog."

"It works better if it's short."

Pepper laughs, taking the cigarette back and sucking down the last of it before stubbing it out on the wall, grabbing some floo powder from the bowl and announcing his address. "Don't fall out the wrong grate."

*

I'm starting to feel a bit better. I rewatched Serenity today for like the twelfth time and just veged out, and my daddy bought me microwave popcorms yesterday so I popped some to eat while I was watching, and now I'm attempting to write and watching some random action movie with Sylvester Stallone in it. Also, Bones is starting a new season I think on Monday and the episodes I've caught of that show before were sort of amusing, so I think I should start watching it. This would make a total of two nights a week that have decent television on.

I'll probably be able to afford a new computer in a few weeks. ^_^

Earth Hour was tonight. We... did not participate. It was quite eerie looking out the window, though, and seeing utter blackness in large areas instead of the speckled lights on the hills and the squares from the closer neighbour's windows. I wanted to look at us on Google Earth, but it's not real time, so. :( Apparently the council offices turned off the lights. Mum wanted to know why the lights would be on at 8pm on a Saturday anyway. And the Lotto, which starts at 8pm, was talking about it, but I suspect they didn't want people to go "Oh, that!" and turn the tv off. Our Lotto broadcasts are fucking annoying, they don't just give you the numbers, they go on for about five minutes - in the old days that involved a lot more fluffing around and pointless crap, but they've added in bonus balls and Strike 4 and a roulette wheel and all sorts of crazy shit now.

Stuff is exploding on tv. :D

( Zacharias/Terry drabbley bit )


It's just past ten so I might go to bed pretty soon.

I wrote fic XD My Dear Watson, Pepper/Aubrey R rated fluff. Seeing as we've only had the characters a few days, I'd have to say that's the quickest I've ever actually written a character after starting to like them - normally I wibble helplessly and worry about getting them wrong.

And. Oh my god. OH MY GOD. *seizes* This is f-locked so mostly for my own reference. Nineteen by Esh. Pepper/Aubrey with an ELECTRIC OBEDIENCE COLLAR and the line,

They had tried it out -- or, more appropriately, Pepper had tried it out while Aubrey was asleep, resulting in Aubrey having a minor spasm and shouting every conceivable curse known to man and a few otherwise and Pepper responding with "So twenty is too high? Let's try nineteen."

I may be going out and being social. Maybe. There is watermelon being used as a lure.

It's official. I'm desperately, hopelessly in love with Pepper and Aubrey, and I am not the only one.

The original post is here though there's follow up here in Pepper's journal and a bit of sulking in an (f-locked) post of Aubrey's. The absolute best bit of all, though, is this thread.

( To sum up: )

I have a fic to write at some point. Also the other half of a shortfic in which East visits his daddy's house for the first time after getting his piercings.

I edited and posted my hp_wankfest piece, and showed it to Raisa, which made her want to write, which made me want to write, so I did the Justin+Zacharias=Independence challenge drabble. *sighs* *pets them*

I've also done some more sewing, and I lugged my mattress back down this morning so I have a real bed again. Sleeping on the floor was actually fun though - as I'd predicted, it felt like camping out. My muscles ache a bit from moving so much furniture so quickly yesterday though - I was/will be paid for two and a half hours, but it took an hour and a quarter, including dismantling the bed, so that's not too bad. I'm aiming to not spend any unnecessary money, and if I stick to that, then on my biobirthday I'll be getting myself a present.

I have also given in to pleas and joined a Marauder era game. I retrofitted my Liam Vaisey that sadly never got into play, renamed him Octavius Pepper, gave him a job as a hitwizard and got all up in Blurred Lines. Esh also has a hitwizard, Aubrey, who is Pepper's new ickle wee partner. He is totally Pepper's puppy. And Raisa plays Emmeline and Claire and Ashley are both there, and Mango which I assume is the same Mango I've played with before, but not so extensively that we're all jumping on each other. It's more a sort of in passing thing. But the new Remus player also seems exceptionally cool. In general, I'm pretty optimistic about it - it's also much more active than DD, though Neph and Victoria have been getting all girl-talky over there and it's fantastic. And Ruth wants to RP with me so we have to decide what to log. I'm quite tempted by Harry+Zacharias snark, to be honest.

Anyway. I have to finish making my bed - I put the electric blanket on the mattress, and the fitted sheet, and that's it so far.

I'm fairly sure there is a mouse in my room. I have never actually seen the mouse, or any physical signs of it (nibbles at my food, droppings), but I can hear animal noises at night sometimes that sound like a mouse. I went to the petstore near here but they don't have live mouse traps and I don't wanna kill it if it exists because it's an ickle mousie, even if it is wild and not very sociable.

I'm tempted to embrace it as my own and leave out a wheel and stuff for it to play on and food and water. Only tempted. Though, at least if I leave a wheel out and hear the squeaking I'll know there really is a mouse.

I have two baby wajas born, both of which might be given away or sold cheaply, and more coming in 3-4 hours - the next litter is from Umber and Hatsuyaki, so 60~ and 100 in LQ. Chances are fairly good there's more than one. And Earth or Divine. *swoon* These ones ought to have fairly good stats, too. We shall see.

I'm slacking horribly on my challenge drabbles. I have Yellow nearly finished and then there's just Zacharias+Justin Independence.

Blaise and Zacharias lol. They were so awesome.

ETA: As are Dorian and East. Everyone's memories lost (don't ask), they mistakenly assume, based on the evidence, that they're going out.
ETA2: lmfao. Esh wrote a quick post-amnesia fic. Normally I love me my seriously realism RP, but there's just something to be said for this kind of hilarity.

I have a 382 page book that yesterday, in a fit of madness, I agreed to summarise for people who don't have access to a manual on 19th century etiquette. I'm currently trying to decide exactly how to go about this. I'll be doing it chapter by chapter, I imagine. Either I ask for posting access to Dark Dissension's wiki and host it there, or I spam this journal with it, or I spam keisarmy with it (and likely link to it from somewhere on this journal, because really, who doesn't want 19th century etiquette information?). I'm leaning towards keisarmy at the moment.

I also have melon sorbet that I am counting as a half-success. It's currently in the freezer. Probably I should follow actual recipes until I know what the texture and consistency should be, and also not put hot water/sugar into the ice bowl thing, because that makes it not be icy so much.

Talk about a novel of an application. That was epically fun to write.

I get to have pizza for lunch today, because I made it with four cups of flour in the dough last night and people were eating at all different times and blah and there's almost an entire pizza still in the oven, so, woot! I think there's even some there that has pepper on it. (I only do half with pepper since dad doesn't like it and my brother's picky.)

I've done one of three challenge drabbles, I'm working on the third colour of my cross-stitch, I'm halfway through several books, and I'm contemplating going to the mall to see if there are cheap glow in the dark stars at the $2 Shop.

Need to wash my hairz tonight.

I'm going to do that drabble meme. Pick a character I've played (and maybe another one that I didn't play, or even another one that I did play), pick a prompt, I'll try and write it. I... don't really have a proper character list, I need to fix the one I do have, so just use your memories. I can't be bothered putting in all the little games. And GJ is farked so I can't be bothered tracking down default icons from those characters either.

( Table o'prompt )