SEX! and candy....
So.
In all this excruciating stressexcitement about merry_smutmas, I just know there is a tonne of stuff I've missed on the flist. I have vague memories of several updates of hot stories and new art and new Snarry! *cries* Please to be reminding me of the last week's happenings. Dammit. skip=800...
Also, I may or may not have bunnied an excellent H/D writer for Snarry. *whistles nonchalantly* Stay tuned.
And I will have you know that I am NOT an enabler. danxsunday is. *nods* He started it. Flirt.
And tomorrow is Remembrance/Memorial/Veterans Day here in Canada. I wear my poppy proudly as I cry at all the Memorials on TV. 2 minutes of silence on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
- Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae (b. 1872 Guelph, Ontario. d. 1918 Boulogne, France)
TAPS (.wav file)
Take care, all.
Cheers!
In all this excruciating stressexcitement about merry_smutmas, I just know there is a tonne of stuff I've missed on the flist. I have vague memories of several updates of hot stories and new art and new Snarry! *cries* Please to be reminding me of the last week's happenings. Dammit. skip=800...
Also, I may or may not have bunnied an excellent H/D writer for Snarry. *whistles nonchalantly* Stay tuned.
And I will have you know that I am NOT an enabler. danxsunday is. *nods* He started it. Flirt.
And tomorrow is Remembrance/Memorial/Veterans Day here in Canada. I wear my poppy proudly as I cry at all the Memorials on TV. 2 minutes of silence on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
- Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae (b. 1872 Guelph, Ontario. d. 1918 Boulogne, France)
TAPS (.wav file)
Take care, all.
Cheers!