Colin

in case anyone was still wondering why i'm in love with him (slightly nsfw).

so i kind of can't breathe right now.  like at all.  (tho someone pls crop out the chick, jesus.)  (honestly though, it took me like 10 min of staring before i even realized she was there... lmao.  i think it's his gf (i so just typo'd that "gsf".  or his ex, idk?)  is anyone else thinking rocky horror remake right now??  i would die, people.  i.  would.  die.

(eta: i am so writing fic about this pic.  the end.)

that is all.  happy thursday.  i see william beckett tonight. :D :D :D  although atm, still staring at pic, i'm kind of like, wililam who?

dedicated to falling_words, who found the photobucket album containing this gem.

trust me, do this and you'll make becca and me so happy, so stupidly, giddily happy for the rest of our natural lives.  i'll explain later, but ANYONE WITH PHOTOSHOP/EDITING SKILLZ (bunniesontoast? XD), could you please, please photoshop a bonnet onto ryan in this photo?

http://www.patdonline.com/gallery/albums/543/009.jpg

this is the sort of bonnet i had in mind; if you can use it, cool, or feel free to use anything else.  just something flowery and pioneer-ish.

we'll love you forever, really.  if you're really bored and want to throw a dress on him as well, i'll totally come to your house and give you blowjobs.
 
<3

WHY UNDERAGE BOYS PWN ADULT BOYS, PERIOD, MY FINAL ARGUMENT.


i also have no comment on the fact that HBP has been moved to next summer.  i kind of just want to die.

carry on.

so yeah. i've been doing all this research on indonesia and stuff, and have come across some really gorgeous photos. thought i'd make a post of them so pwf readers can share some of my visualizations of the setting, etc.

( piiics )

a white-handed gibbon (aka the "deformed oreo" from chapter 9).


back to writing.

 

latest TAI TV ep.  too lazy to link it.  go watch it.  bill is such a pretty pretty girl in his little black tank top.

also too lazy to link to the rejected fnmtv promo; i think you can get to it on pete's blog, also youtube.

- my favourite kind of spyro.

- ryden, lovely characterisation, v. funny in parts, not a HUGE porn payoff but still effin' hot.

i won't even link you all to the slavefic b/c it's not worth getting insanely ridiculously embarrassingly addicted to the way B and i are.

ETA: there was totally a fuckin' ducati parked at starbucks this weekend.  for those of you who've read what i've got of the fm&mk sequel... you will understand how hard i drooled. ;)  you may also be happy to know that it's inspired me to start working on it.  so MAYBE I WILL.

p.s. i just wrote the angstiest spyro one-shot ever (technically part of a larger thing we're working on, but get this, IT'S TOO ANGSTY TO USE, ASOPE8RUAP9W48APW43). it keeps making us scream "OMG WE BROKE SPENCER!!!!!!!" anyone who writes me something can get it. god only knows when i'll post.

p.s.s. becca and i re-cast anne of green gables with patd. brendon: anne. jon: gilbert. spence: marilla. ryan: who the fuck knows. possibly josie pye?

off to play guitar! oh yeah: p.s.s.s.

Random update! I don't think anyone reads this, but oh well... I am at work, see, and I cannot bring myself to read another word of my 800-page book (and NO it is NOT Harry Potter - if any course syllabus lists Little Dorrit, RUN), but my conscience won't let me work on my notes for my new fanfic because that is about the least homework-related activity imaginable, so I am compromising by writing a blog, which I never write anymore, and I have been very happy about that. 

( I dyed my hair Wednesday night, score! )

If you tell me it looks blue (as everyone has done thus far) I will shoot you with deathglare(tm). Which is rather the opposite of the Gary Oldman smirk (the Garysmirk(tm)) of which I have come to be so fond lately. (HAHA I MADE SENTENCE FRAGMENT *blows raspberry*.) I specifically passed over the shade of "Blue-Black," which I used last time and only liked for about two weeks, and chose "Bright Black." Which apparently still has a blue-ishness to it. Don't talk about it. I am going black in honor of Sirius, who is still alive and all, and the upcoming book/movie (i.e., black is the color of mourning, which is what I will be doing after the last book comes out).

Anyway, it's so much better than what it was. Black hair tends to look good no matter what. Even when it looks BAD it looks good. And it brings out my green eyes, so I'm feeling very Harry Potter-esque.

And speaking of Gary Oldman (...okay, that was like two paragraphs ago, but whatever), I have kind of fallen in love with him like mad (in a really disgusting hetero way; it's ridiculous) and have been watching all of his movies. I even signed up for a month of Netflix (just a month!) EXCLUSIVELY FOR THIS PURPOSE (stuff like Sid & Nancy and the obscure faggy flick he did in the 80's are not to be found at ye olde local Blockbusters). Immortal Beloved gave me chills and got me playing the piano again with almost rabid passion, and I am currently re-learning Moonlight Sonata to play for Keri when she gets home. <3

I don't know if it's just the frenzy of the book and movie coming out, or the fact that I am alone so much of the time since Keri's not around and thus have returned to fandom out of necessity, but I have become obsessed, like WHOA, with HP in a way I never have before. All my innocuous crushes on all the guys (Dan, Tom, now Gary, and David and Jason and everyone else) are like, full-blown crushes that are making my lesbian self scream in protest and utter bewilderment/disillusionment. It's actually brought up a lot of issues that I won't get into, but I am relatively happy, so that is good.

So, yeah, wrote my first fic in the fandom last week and just posted. Have a look if you can handle the underground cult ship of Harry/Sirius.
Read My Mind by Lola B.

I guess I am a bad English major; I have been secretly asking "Who's Kurt Vonnegut?" for the last three days. (I know the name, but that's about it.)

So Keri comes home in less than a month. P#OS*$&PSfjpoS*UP#$(*#Y:KHeiHS#&$#*NFE$$(*#&!Y@)*&. I... yeah. We have our apartment, and I could not possibly be more excited.

SHARE end-of-the-year staff dinner tonight, woohoo!; we just got an email and apparently the magazine is coming back from the printer's TODAY!!!!! And our big launch party - open to the public, btw - is April 20 at the Three Bears Cafe. EVERYONE FUCKING COME. It's going to be awesome. I feel very Bridget Jones about it, and am dying for someone to ask me the day before to do something the next day, so I can say, "No, tomorrow's the launch!" I am l0zer.

All the fanfic writing (56 pages in about 3 days) gave me another bout of carpel tunnel, and it's not going away yet. It sucks ass. Yet here I am, typing away. Stupid me.

I think that is all I have to say. I am really on top of all my schoolwork though, and have been doing everything way in advance so I don't get slammed at the end. I'm very proud of myself. I miss my wife like whoa. I have reached a stage of constant, unceasing horniness, which shall not be abated until she comes home.

Onward.