'm' is for Maud who was swept out to sea
1. If you get a card from me, will you let me know? I want to post the designs, but I want to wait until they've been about for a while. I haven't said it before, but thank you lefaym and used_songs for the cards!
2.
The sodium lights on the boat were so bright Ianto thought he'd need shades. Jack seemed to think that because the water had no painted lane lines he could turn the wheel any way he wanted, and for the past fifteen minutes the boat had been making lazy wavering lines. The boat was rocking with not just the bad weather, but the accumulated effects of the poor steering, and now it listed back and forth perilously. Ianto steadied his hand on the edge of the boat, flipped another scoop full of fish parts and blood over the side and closed his eyes, resisting the urge to vomit.
"You keep doing that," he muttered, "and I'll make you come down here and shovels some of this shite."
Jack's coat billowed about him as he worked the wheel at the top of the pilothouse with one arm. "Ianto! Starboard side!"
Ianto looked aft.
"No no! Starboard! Look to your right!"
Ianto glanced toward the water just in time to see it shoot up from the waves crest and submerge back into the water. He dropped the scoop in the bucket and stumbled backwards, moving his galoshed feet until his back hit the wall of the main cabin.
"Fuck," he mumbled. "We're gonna need a bigger boat."
"Hey Ianto!" Jack called over the wind, his voice almost chipper. "I think we're gonna need a bigger boat, yeah?"
3. Hey! This week, I wanna make a post for all of us imbibers who like a good holiday cocktail. So if you have a good one, yank out the recipe so we can share later this week, okay?
4. SATURDAY, THERE WAS A BIRFDAY!
BARROWSPARKLE OUTFIT:
BITCH, PLEASE:
BALLOOOOOOOOONS:
THOMAS, ILU:
SPIDER CAEK
SPIDERCAEEEEEEK:
OM NOM NOM NOM
PREOOOOOOOZANTS:
BAOBEI, DID YOU HAVE A GOOD TIME?
All right then! Carry on!
2.
The sodium lights on the boat were so bright Ianto thought he'd need shades. Jack seemed to think that because the water had no painted lane lines he could turn the wheel any way he wanted, and for the past fifteen minutes the boat had been making lazy wavering lines. The boat was rocking with not just the bad weather, but the accumulated effects of the poor steering, and now it listed back and forth perilously. Ianto steadied his hand on the edge of the boat, flipped another scoop full of fish parts and blood over the side and closed his eyes, resisting the urge to vomit.
"You keep doing that," he muttered, "and I'll make you come down here and shovels some of this shite."
Jack's coat billowed about him as he worked the wheel at the top of the pilothouse with one arm. "Ianto! Starboard side!"
Ianto looked aft.
"No no! Starboard! Look to your right!"
Ianto glanced toward the water just in time to see it shoot up from the waves crest and submerge back into the water. He dropped the scoop in the bucket and stumbled backwards, moving his galoshed feet until his back hit the wall of the main cabin.
"Fuck," he mumbled. "We're gonna need a bigger boat."
"Hey Ianto!" Jack called over the wind, his voice almost chipper. "I think we're gonna need a bigger boat, yeah?"
3. Hey! This week, I wanna make a post for all of us imbibers who like a good holiday cocktail. So if you have a good one, yank out the recipe so we can share later this week, okay?
4. SATURDAY, THERE WAS A BIRFDAY!
BARROWSPARKLE OUTFIT:
BITCH, PLEASE:
BALLOOOOOOOOONS:
THOMAS, ILU:
SPIDER CAEK
SPIDERCAEEEEEEK:
OM NOM NOM NOM
PREOOOOOOOZANTS:
BAOBEI, DID YOU HAVE A GOOD TIME?
All right then! Carry on!