well i stand up next to a mountain/ chop it down with the edge of my hand
In honour of the new year, Eight!icon. Because, as we know, Eight is all about New Years. He's a slag who kisses Earth girls at midnight. I hope you all had a lovely and enjoyable New Years, with or without kisses from Earth girls. Or Time Lords.
As for myself, I (or rather we- my darling flatmate Berni and myself) had a party. And it was a proper old shindig at that; booze in enormous quantities, cookies and Dip made, kitchen cleaned 'til it was spotless, living room rearranged so as to be more conducive to sitting around, as one does at a party. And all in all, my friends, I daresay it was a fucking awesome party. earlwyn may vouch for me here. Far more people than I'd expected showed up, and there were all the things necessary at a party such as this: the token sick drunk, awkward snogging, drunken dancing (and singing), some drama (just enough but not too much), and shots of Bailey's topped with aerosole whipped cream- many blowjob jokes were made. I went to sleep at six this morning with Berni sharing my mattress because the aforementioned token sick drunk was passed out on her bed.
Generally speaking, I am not the kind of person who really parties like that. That in mind? Damn proud of myself. Also, my Dip was divine- I am also, quite reasonably, I think, proud of that.
In addition to the stereotypical partying, New Years of course means Yuletide reveals. And so I present to you my crime for Yuletide this year:
A Theory of Quantum Mechanics
A Rosencrantz and Guildenstern fanfiction
(In which Guildenstern is bothered, and past lives are invented)
Possibly as per usual, I wrote it at the extreme last minute- more last minute than usual, actually. Within two hours. Considering that, I'm very pleased with how it turned out. Even that aside, I think, I'm pleased with it. Initially, I wanted to spend more time exploring the idea of the two of them telling stories about their nonexistant pasts, but I like the format that I played around with for this. And the Schrodinger's cat thing, which came out of bloody nowhere. I blame Zagreus.
Also, I just watched The End of Time, part Two. I am... conflicted. But I will post a proper reaction post later, once I've gathered my thoughts somewhat, and possibly given it a rewatch.
As for myself, I (or rather we- my darling flatmate Berni and myself) had a party. And it was a proper old shindig at that; booze in enormous quantities, cookies and Dip made, kitchen cleaned 'til it was spotless, living room rearranged so as to be more conducive to sitting around, as one does at a party. And all in all, my friends, I daresay it was a fucking awesome party. earlwyn may vouch for me here. Far more people than I'd expected showed up, and there were all the things necessary at a party such as this: the token sick drunk, awkward snogging, drunken dancing (and singing), some drama (just enough but not too much), and shots of Bailey's topped with aerosole whipped cream- many blowjob jokes were made. I went to sleep at six this morning with Berni sharing my mattress because the aforementioned token sick drunk was passed out on her bed.
Generally speaking, I am not the kind of person who really parties like that. That in mind? Damn proud of myself. Also, my Dip was divine- I am also, quite reasonably, I think, proud of that.
In addition to the stereotypical partying, New Years of course means Yuletide reveals. And so I present to you my crime for Yuletide this year:
A Theory of Quantum Mechanics
A Rosencrantz and Guildenstern fanfiction
(In which Guildenstern is bothered, and past lives are invented)
Possibly as per usual, I wrote it at the extreme last minute- more last minute than usual, actually. Within two hours. Considering that, I'm very pleased with how it turned out. Even that aside, I think, I'm pleased with it. Initially, I wanted to spend more time exploring the idea of the two of them telling stories about their nonexistant pasts, but I like the format that I played around with for this. And the Schrodinger's cat thing, which came out of bloody nowhere. I blame Zagreus.
Also, I just watched The End of Time, part Two. I am... conflicted. But I will post a proper reaction post later, once I've gathered my thoughts somewhat, and possibly given it a rewatch.