-
Team Update (:
Ahoy there friendlings.
A few things:
: We are now SECOND in the rankings, which is AWESOME. Am using CAPS LOCK for EMPHASIS (;
: A few more challenges went up just before -
- 2nd Drabble Challenge, based on songs. Right here.
- A wallpaper-making challenge, which will be very fun; through this link-shaped looking glass.
- Remember to vote ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
We are unusual, and tragic, and alive.
It's not me, is it? I used to think we had something, but now everything is a game, and nothing is fun anymore. I don't want to to drown, or to fall, or to "think". It's not about thinking, but it's not about feeling either.
What comes between us will last a lifetime. I will remember, even if you don't want to. ( Read more... ) -
Well
Fandom seems to be slow off the mark today :C -
Father Christmas = a kleptomaniac who gives back things he's already stolen.
SO - Today is several days before Christmas (crazy!), and I'm thoroughly not looking forward to it. Gragh idek, festivity just doesn't do it for me. Our family doesn't really go hard out for holidays, which is nice. Christmas is preferable to birthdays... so I'm not complaining.
: As skins_holiday, which I'm very happy about. It turned out good, which is ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Title: "Twisting the sun, I need to replace -"
Word Count: 1900 words.
Pairing: Naomi/Effy, Naomi/Emily
Rating: Mature (language)
Notes: Title and cut name from 'Re: Stacks and The Wolves (I & II)' by Bon Iver.
_________
( - can't you find a clue, when your eyes are all painted sinatra blue. ) -
- and now we wait, for the fates of others,
Author: Tasminalice
Rating: NC-17 (language, gore)
Length: 3200 words, approx.
Summary:
I’ve become the apparition
You predicted for my death
A Skins-themed apocalyptic story.
A/N: First half of the Sixth chapter of This; Finality. Second part will be up mighty soon, and I mean that. Now I'm on holiday I have all the time in the world.
( - break me a mirror - ) -
Like/ post 1.
Photographs that I adore. The colours are amazing. Want to do something like this for my panel next year if I do photgraphy... which is unlikely.
( Prettiez. ) -
we are the dusk, the tiny silk motes -
city
today;
red, frothy eyes
horizons, heartsick;
mindless, endless tailends
beating railtracks, an ungodly drum
feels sick, all over
[ it must have been the train station sandwiches -
too much change
[ however good they looked -
too little time.
[ always -
[ left
[ a stain on your tongue].
-
How come every time I walk, you crawl?
Author: Tasminalice
Rating: M (language)
Length: 2570 words, approx.
Summary:
Blur the days,
sleep is not an option.
A Skins-themed apocalyptic story.
A/N: Second half of the Fifth part of This; Finality. Full author notes, in part 1 (see journal).
Not a very action-packed part, sorry kids. Next part up as soon as I can write it.
--
( don't stay up and wait for me - )