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As seen on

candesgirl 's respective journals:

1. Bold the names of guys you'd definitely shag.
2. Italicize the names of guys you might shag after a little persuasion.
3. Leave the guys who don't do anything for you alone.
4. Put a question mark after the guys you've never heard of.
5. ~~Strike the guys you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole.~~
6. ADD THREE OF YOUR OWN AT THE END.

( The long, long list of men... )

In summary, I've not heard of an awful lot of these people and I'm really quite picky.

Current Mood: irritated
Current Music: Nine Inch Nails - In This Twilight | Powered by Last.fm

Trouble is, I don't know what to write about at the moment. I have an original idea that feels novel-length, or at least a long short story, but it feels overwhelming. I don't know where to start it. The other problem is, I know it won't satisfy my lust for instant gratification and I need that right now.

So, there's only one thing for it. I'm throwing the floor open to you. Inspire me with a prompt to write a drabble or ficlet and I'll see what I can rustle up.

Just so that we're clear, a drabble is EXACTLY 100 words. No more; no less. I'll endeavour to stick to a drabble but reserve the right to run to a ficlet of 100-500 words if I get carried away. I will gladly provide you with a fic of your prompting (or several, should the fancy take you) for any of the following fandoms or pairings. I'll even attempt something original for you if you give me a prompt without a pairing or fandom. A word, a thought, a scenario, a song. Anything. Just something to start the creative ball rolling.

Oh, and if you have any particular objection to smut, let me know. My mind tends to wander *points at username*

( Follow the cut for a list of all the fandoms and pairings I can think of that I might be able to tackle )

I may take a while to get around to them [depending what the uptake is like] but I will write something for every prompt. Feel free to pimp this out to anyone else who you think might be interested, and if you're on my f-list and have never come by and said hi, don't let that stop you from wading in. Requests are welcomed from all-comers.

Current Mood: cranky

It seems that I do. A picture of the UK from the NASA Terra satellite on Thursday showed this scene:

Click for bigness

On Thursday I was in London and it my experience of travelling through the countryside certainly matched that of the satellite picture. There wasn't a snatch of land that wasn't covered in snow.

Some people might say "aw, pretty!" and I guess it kind of is. That doesn't stop it being dangerous and really fucking annoying. This country totally isn't geared up to deal with this sort of weather. The roads aren't properly gritted. I'm having to park my car a five minute walk away because our back lane is dangerous. We are expected, understandably, to get to work, but in my case the business park where I work has no ice on any of the roads or pavements. As a result, I fell over twice yesterday. Today I feel a bit like I've been in a car accident. My right arm from my wrist up into my armpit and all around my shoulder hurts a lot, my lower back aches and I am walking with a limp from my legs sliding out from under me and making me collapse ungracefully in a heap, twisting my ankle under my body and sitting on it at full downward force.

I'm caught in a complex relationship with the weather. I hate the cold, but the countryside looks so beautiful. The fact the nation is completely unable to cope with the coldness and keep running drives hell into me. But more than anything else, I am sick to the back teeth of ZOMG!SNOWNEWS on the TV. BBC News 24 currently goes a bit like this:

Newsreader: The headlines - it's really cold out. It's a nightmare. Now the weather...
Weather presenter: It's really cold out, and will be like it again tomorrow. Back to you...
Newsreader: Thanks to the weather centre. Now your pictures and messages. It seems like it's cold out...
Me: *beats head repeatedly against desk*

If we can just put it into context, there was a staged coup in the Labour party this week. Senior members of the governing party of the UK, one a former Chief Whip, one a former Secretary of State for Health, proposed that there should be a secret ballot to oust the Prime Minister and find an alternative. Six cabinet members were rumoured to have supported them in this move. However, this potential political crisis came second in the news pecking order next to the fact that there was snow in the South East. They even made a whole 30 minute news special on the snow that they showed on prime-time BBC1 on Wednesday!

So what I'm trying to say is Enough Already. I hurt and I'm bored and I want it to stop.

Current Mood: Sore & irritable

On the weekend, Mr G and I put hot drinks in flasks, packed a blanket and went up to the Brecon Beacons National Park for a drive. It's only 40 minutes away from our house and has some stunning scenery at the best of times; even more so when it's sprinkled with snow.

I took some photos, which I think are rather pretty.

( Then I put them behind this cut because they're quite big and I don't want to break your internets )

And that is all I have to say on the matter of frozen precipitation in the South Wales area.

Current Mood: Effin freezing

Pinched this one from

perdiccas and

terraswrath.

Ask me about anything fannish and I will give you my unpopular opinion about it.

It can be anything, from shows, ships to fandom itself; all unpopular opinions will be genuine. If I don't have an unpopular opinion on something, I'm not going to make it up.

I'm not going to bitch for the sake of it, but if I do have something less than popular to say, I won't keep it to myself.

Current Mood: Kinda sore

It seems this is the week for memery. This one comes to you via

ebonystar and

smutjunkie

If you had me alone, locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me do?

All comments will be permanently screened because it's a secret. Then, repost this in your LJ. You might be surprised with the responses you get.

Current Mood: Ill. Again.
Current Music: Foo Fighters - My Hero | Powered by Last.fm

Title: "Pretty In Pink"
Pairing: John Simm/David Tennant
Rating: R
Wordcount: 2,285
Warnings: THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE including mentions, albeit fleetingly, of real life partners. You know the drill. If that is your squick do not click. No offence intended; no reality implied. These are merely facsimilies created in my addled mind of fantasy creatures that look like men who exist in real life. Contains sexual activity and strong language. And a checklist of kinks, including cross-dressing; mirror!sex; clothed sex; lingerie fetishism.
Writer's notes: It's been a while since I wrote anything as fluidly as this. I've been agonising over writing in general and fic in particular for months. I did wonder if End Of Time and its associated press would trigger something in me for what is probably my first and most enduring RPF pairing and sure enough, it did. And if the press and the show weren't enough of a trigger themselves, repeated spamming by

terraswrath with pictures of John looking smug in a dress totally sent me over the edge.
Summary: John discovers some of David's kinks, and confirms one of his main preferences.

Unbeta'd so any errors are my own. Comments, nit-pics and concrit are, as ever, very welcome.

ETA: Now with remedied HTML!fail

( 'Pretty In Pink' )

Current Mood: sick
Current Music: PJ Harvey - The Desperate Kingdom Of Love | Powered by Last.fm

I pinched this from

dragonlit

Using only four words, tell me what you would say to me if we woke up in a jail together. Then copy and paste this into your own Livejournal and see what responses you get.

Current Mood: Late!

Imma get this out of the way up front. Living in a house with broken central heating when it's -6^oc outside sucks great big donkey balls. I've been in the house for an hour and a half and I still haven't taken my coat off, even while I'm sitting here waiting for my dinner to be cool enough to eat. I can see big steaming clouds of my own condensed breath every time I breathe out and I can't feel my index fingers on either hand.

Still, I'm not gonna let it get me down, so to cheer me up I've decided to share the love and kinda invent my own meme. I'm sure someone's done it before, probably better, but hey. The sentiment is there.

Comment me with "DO ME!" and I'll respond with three things that I like about you. You are great and I would like you to know exactly why I think that.

And if it is of any interest to you at all, after the quantum leap there are pics of my cousin's new American Bull Terrier pup, Rosie, who is eight weeks old and possibly the most adorable thing ever invented.

( Ziggy predicts a 99% probability of puppies )

Current Mood: Beyond freezing

I hope you've had a good year so far. If you have reason to celebrate, then I'll be delighted to hear/read about it and I hope your celebrations are everything you wish for. If you have holiday time from work, whenever that might be, I hope it's as relaxing or as productive as you wish it to be. I wish you peace and good will; happiness and good health.

I do not wish any of those things for you any more or less at any other time in the year than I do now, just because it's December and it's almost the 25th.

And to anyone else who might feel like an isolated weirdo, as I often do, for not feeling the spirit just because of the time of year, you're not alone.

Current Music: Underworld - Moaner [Peel Session] | Powered by Last.fm

Ganked from

sweetsyren

Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2009 (not including memes of course). Post the first line/sentence of it in your journal, and that's your "Year in Review"

A proper year in review will follow at the actual end of the year, but for now, this is my review in brief:

January: I'm almost certain that this will please no-one but me, but the lovely

licklepickle sent me this and I'm posting it here so I can just come and drool at regular intervals

Which led to this picture

February: I never do this. Ever. My posts are normally so organised and, well, pointy. But this is totally pointless and girlie in an "OFMGifIdon'tgetthissqueeoutofmysystemI'mgonnaEXPLODE!" way.

This was about Being Human and may be duplicated again in January when it starts its second series.

March: I'm hoping this meme, ganked from

51stcenturyfox, will kick my arse and help me to finish some of the growing pile of WIP that currently haunts my hard-drive.

April: Right, second batch of drabbles from the recent prompt request I put out. This time they are all RPF.

From back in the days when I actually wrote stuff *sigh*

May: Choose a single artist, go through their song titles and answer the questions with appropriate songs

Aaah, another meme. For the record, I chose Electric Six.

June: Ganked from

51stcenturyfox, because there's not been enough of fandom in my journal of late.

Damn, I ship a lot of RPF couples. I should go revisit that thing. I think I have a few more since then...

July: I've been struck with gloom, so I've not been able to find the energy to put down anything about Glastonbury, even who we got to see whilst we were there. But I have to at least do a ten word review of each act so I don't forget what music we saw if nothing else.

I love ten-word summaries. It really makes me focus on getting to the heart of what I really think

August: What the fuck am I doing? I came online for ten minutes to check my mail and respond to comments and an hour and a half later, I'm still here.

Me + Internets = inseparable, apparently

September: I've tried to write words for the past two days. Words fail me dismally. So instead I bring a picture.

The picture was this one. Damn, I love that man.

October: This one was the first thing running through my head this morning.

I went through a phase of waking up with music in my head. That particular one was "California Dreamin'" by Mamas and the Papas.

November: I am trying really hard not to watch all the leaked DVD featurettes of the Star Trek movie before the DVD comes out in two weeks time. Really, I am. But I'm failing so badly.

What can I say? Nu!Trek owns my soul.

December: Dear Santa...

Well, when you're writers blocked, what better way to start up again than doing a few memes, huh?

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

Last Tuesday I gave

silvaa a wet willie, then I took it back (-5 points). In October I pulled

51stcenturyfox's hair (-5 points). Last week I invaded Iraq, broke it, and couldn't glue it back together before Mom got home (-1012 points). In September I pushed

filthypickleinc in the mud (-17 points). In March I helped

ebonystar across the street (6 points).

Overall, I've been naughty (-1033 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking!

Sincerely,
filthgoblin

So yeah. Spanking. Anyone care to oblige?

Current Mood: silly

I may be slightly delirious after just three hours of broken sleep and hysterical from having made an apparently unending list of new things work need me to do. Either in spite of or because of these things, my flail knows no bounds.

After what seems like an eternity of waiting...

STAR TREK GETS RELEASED ON DVD AND BLU-RAY TODAY!

As my icon says, my fangirly joy at this cannot be adequately conveyed with capslock alone, so I've gone for big flashing capslock to come closer to the emotions elicited by having the Reboot crew secured in my sweaty mitt.

I fully intend to get it on BluRay when we have a player [which will be after Christmas], but Mr G has been appraised of the fact that I cannot wait that long so DVD and BluRay will be happening in this house whether he likes it or not.

Current Mood: Somehow between gleeful & dead

I was tagged by

karaokegal, and since she hardly ever tags anyone I figured it must be important ;)

FIRST: If you've been tagged, you must write your answers in your own LJ and replace any question that you dislike with a new, original question.

SECOND: Tag eight sexy people. Don't refuse to do that like a pansy. Unless you really don't want to of course. And if you're not tagged and you want to do it, then do!

I don't normally tag either. I'll tag, but no-one should feel compelled. Tis merely a suggestion.

xanium,

terraswrath,

silvaa,

perdiccas,

smutjunkie,

rustledust,

baka_sensei,

alba17

( This way for answers )

Current Mood: drained

I have an enormously terrifying day at work today. Presentation to give to the Executive Directors on my areas of work where I get to talk for 30 minutes then get grilled for an hour. I'm crapping my pants.

However, things are made a little better by the fact that I have hidden command power lurking beneath my black boots.

Mr G bought them for me yesterday and today I am wearing the command gold ones to give me Kirk strength. I love that he saw them and thought of me, and I love that I'm such a nerd that even in a high-flying meeting I can take strength from knowing I have the essence of Kirk wrapped around my ankles.

Current Location: United Kingdom, Wales, County Borough of Rhondda Cynon Taff

I was vaguely aware of Tyler Shields following the shots and the video portrait he did of Zachary Quinto. I didn't really look any more at his work, though. I assumed that I liked those because I like ZQ and that was that. I'm not even sure what made me go and look further at his photography, but I am utterly captivated by his use of light and shadow, of his composition and subject matter. He has a really dark, sensual, twisted imagination and I love it.

I woke up this morning to find my Twitter feed covered with links to this video. I hadn't had the chance to look at it yet when I happened across it on

smutjunkie's journal as I browsed my f-list. I've watched it four times now and see something different in it every time.

Just. Stunning.

p.s. After four times of watching, even the Cilla Black song started to sound sexy again instead of making me think of teenage Saturday evenings watching Surprise, Surprise and Blind Date...

Current Mood: cold

This fic is not by me. How I wish I could say that it is, but it's not. It is written by someone I've recently had the privilege to come to call a friend, who wanted to have a crack at writing something that she'd never done before and wasn't prepared to unmask right now. I understand her reasoning, and hope that you can accept this as truth rather than the old "my friend wrote this fic..." schtick because it isn't. I would be proud to own this one as my work. But instead, I am proud to present it for her.

Anon commenting is switched on for this post, and I won't be replying to comments. Rather, the writer will respond to anyone kind enough to leave a one. Everything from this point onward is in her words:

Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Fandom: Museslash
Pairing: Matthew Bellamy/Dominic Howard
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 9,635
Summary: It's about exploring boundaries and trust, fulfilling a partner's fantasy.
Warnings: BDSM, handcuffs, rope bondage, pain, spanking, cutting, verbal abuse and humiliation.
Writer's Notes: I've read a lot of slash over the years, but I've never been able to read a complete fic that centres on BDSM. It's something that really unsettles me, most of the time. That's why when I heard about the Come As You're Not fic writing party, it was the first thing that sprung to mind. This has been a real revelation to write and couldn't have been done without the unfailing support of

filthgoblin. You’ve been a god-send for guiding me through this, and persuading me it’s good enough to share.

I’m still not sure I’ve cured myself of the unease of reading it, but maybe I have of writing it.

( Stockholm Syndrome )

My workplace is very active in charity fundraising and donation, and I'm actually really proud to be working here for that reason. We are a branch office and while the main office has nearly 1,000 staff working there, we have about 40 people working here. In October we had two fundraising drives across the organisation for Mind, the mental health charity, and Mary's Meals, which is an organisation that provides school meals for children in schools in Africa. In the main office, they raised about £1,200 which is great for the charities, but really showcases the £550 we raised here with 4% of the staff they have in the main office.

This is why I'm proud. I work with such kind, caring and generous-spirited people. Whatever shit I have to wade through on a daily basis it does really help to know that the people I share my office with are all kinds of awesome.

The next project is Pocketful of Presents, where we are all allocated the age of a child in the care of Social Services who would otherwise receive little or nothing for Christmas and we get gifts and wrap them up for them to have a Christmas party. I've done this every year for the last four years. This year I've been allocated a girl of nine and the suggested gift was a game.

Help! What kind of games do nine year old girls like? Are we talking board game or puzzles here? I know there are mothers, Godmothers and aunties out there reading this, and any advice you can give me would be very helpful. I have no contact with any children, so no idea what is age appropriate or what is currently "in". I'm going to go do my shopping tomorrow, so if you have any suggestions I would be very, very grateful.

*group hugs f-list*

Current Location: United Kingdom, Wales, County Borough of Caerphilly
Current Music: Thom Yorke - Harrowdown Hill

As I was walking into the centre of Cardiff on Saturday, I stepped off the curb outside St Andrew's church and almost trod right on this little guy...

He was lying in the gutter, wet from the standing rainwater and half-matted with leaves shaken down by the previous night's blustering storm. I couldn't leave him there, so I picked him up and popped him in my bag, thinking I'd consider later what I could do with him.

Then I went about my weekend and forgot about the little guy until I just pulled him out of my bag.

A colleague of mine said I should send him to the local newspaper, see if they'll print it so he can find his family again. I think I might scan him and send him to the Lost Photo Gallery but he's unlikely to find his way home from there.

Maybe I was just meant to find him and look after him. Who knows? I'm starting to imagine where he is now and how come an old photo of him in his school uniform against a very seventies backdrop of cork-tiled walls came to end up in a gutter in the suburbs of Cardiff. Did the adult him own the photograph and decide he didn't want this picture of his young self any more? What if something awful happened to him and this piece of his childhood fluttered out of a box carried by someone clearing out his house? Maybe he did live in someone's wallet and somehow he slipped out and ended up being trampled by shoppers on their way to town on a brisk Hallow'een day.

For now, I'll just keep him in my wallet. Which is kind of odd. I don't even have a picture of my nearest and dearest in my wallet, so to be carrying round a photo that looks some thirty years old of a person I don't know is probably strange. I just feel kind of compelled to look after him. I dunno.

Current Location: United Kingdom, Wales, County Borough of Caerphilly

I am trying really hard not to watch all the leaked DVD featurettes of the Star Trek movie before the DVD comes out in two weeks time. Really, I am. But I'm failing so badly. So far I've watched the gagreel, all the out-takes, and now this:

Chris Pine Casting Featurette

My favourite part? John Cho: Chris Pine isn't good at acting. He's good at push-ups...

*grin*

ETA: HTML editor keeps taking out the embed code for reasons I don't understand. Hmph.

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The "very long list of people you should consider fucking" meme

I need to write like I need to breathe

I know I said I didn't have anything further to say on the subject of snow...

This place where I live, it has a tendency toward the picturesque

Unpopular fandomeme

Secret meme. Shhhh...

'Pretty in Pink'; John Simm/David Tennant, RPF

Meme tiem

Happy, positive thoughts to keep me warm

A message, for anyone who cares to read it

Because I'm having a memey night and avoiding what I should be doing...

Christmas silliness

IT'S STAR TREK D-[vd] DAY!

Meme time

I WILL boldly go

Tyler Shields: rapidly becoming my new hero

This fic is not mine. But it rocks hard, so heap some love upon it

What a (nine year old girl) wants

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Happy Monday

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