I'd had my old account for about 3 or so years, but my parents found my (very fannish, very swear-filled, very asexuality/genderstuff-crammed, basically; Very Internet) profile and I immediately abandoned it. I tried setting up a decoy and changing my name and url, but that didn't work, either, so I'm starting afresh, no embarassing past!self ( Read more... )

I signed up for Pulped_Fictions. Far too late to sign up for the Fairy Tale Bingo, mind you, which is the whole reason I'd decided to sign up, but there you go. I'm trying to fulfil their weekly prompts as often as possible, and here's my first one...
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So, after a year or so of hiatus (which I explain there), I'm starting up aceblogging again. When I finished posting, I thought I'd gotten my sexuality and gender all sorted out, I'd drifted away from the AVEN community, and I had a fairly major (though not unusual) life upheaval ahead of me, and so I thought; give it a rest.
Hah, I was so wrong.
So ( Read more... )

A few days before Christmas I was in WHSmith's buying last-minute presents (which, in my defense, were all thoughtful and not cop-outs at all) when I remembered that the sixth book in the Skulduggery Pleasant series had come out a couple of months ago, and I immediately picked it up and bought it. I'd been a fan since the first book had been ( Read more... )

Prompted by powdered_opium, I recently wrote a one shot based on the concept that Sherlock "used to be a ballerina" (although in the commentfic thread it was prompted, they and romanaorfred proceeded to do something far funnier and better with the concept than I).
Follow the fake cut to read it here
( or the real one to read it here, if you prefer DW/LJ to AO3! )

 About a week ago romanaorfred and I were on gtalk when they had an idea for a Sherlock fic;
in which Sherlock is gay, John is straight, but they're together, because it's the only way John can keep Sherlock clean (from cigarettes; cocaine). Everyone knows, except for Sherlock - Anderson tries to warn Sherlock, Donovan feels sorry for him, Mrs. ( Read more... )

 So.
As I've probably mentioned many a time (oh, so many times, I have terrible memory for keeping track of what I have said to who, and this includes people and journals on the internet) I attend a monthly creative writing course, run by two lovely professionals, one who has extensive connections to the, er, writing side of things, working for the ( Read more... )

 Today for some reason in my college Literature class, my lecturer told us to find three natural items that reflected our emotional state at that very moment.

Although I thought this was an odd thing (after all, my college is basically Concrete Campus Capital, with a side order of Metal and Glass) I hopped to it, merrily leaving the classroom - ( Read more... )

I felt evil and dystopic today. This might be a bit too morbid for comfort, and for that I'm sorry.
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The walls are white, gleaming tile. The lights reflect orange and blue onto them in stripes and circles. The floor is a grey brown black, totally absent of colour, though not in the way children learn in primary school, ‘all the colours make white ( Read more... )

 In the delightfully evil way they have, romanaorfred gave me a prompt taken from the twitter tag, #4wordsbeforesex, to use "I hate you, okay?" as my opening line. I chose to do a dialog spine, mainly because they're fun and hard to do well, but also because I didn't want this turning into smut. (Haha, thwarted you there, Lee!) If you haven't ever seen a ( Read more... )