I am firm, I am steadfast, I am... oooh, shiny!
Tra la la!
I'm feeling very happy today. A very pleasant reminder that I can.
Gorgeous weather? Check.
Cheesy balls and cream soda to consume? Check.
Reformatted-and-so-now-working portable hard-drive with about 3 solid years worth of music to listen to on it? Check and double check.
Art shows and comic book storyboarding workshops to go to tomorrow? Yay! Check!
Also check - I bought a book of gay porn short stories today that was only £2.99! All about tattoos... :) well, helloooo solid gold kink of mine!
And maybe reading porn writen by actual gay guys will give me some pointers on how to improve my own, not that impressive porn writing.
I meant to write this evening, I really did but my brain is just twirling round and around with its fingers in its ears going 'La la la! No work today, the sun is shining, la la la!' - useless, workshy bastard that it is. (and yes, I do realise that thinking of my own brain as a separate entity to myself is a bit strange. Especially as I'm picturing it wearing a pink, sparkly 'Princess' t-shirt at the moment)
And so, in honour of timewasters everywhere, a meme! Ganked from trollprincess, who I believe originally ganked it from apetslife.
My fandoms described in relationship terms
Harry Potter
The first, teenage sweetheart. And, god yes - it was good there for a while, with hot and heavy snogging sessions that went on for hours and even after you broke up you were good mates but then one day you look around and you realise that you haven’t called them for ages and when you do meet up now they’re so into this embarrassing emo-goth look and all their friends make you cringe.
But you’ve still got the cards and the mix-tapes they gave you in a box in your cupboard.
Primeval
The mad best friend. The one that you giggle with and get to act like your five again with, and get to sleep with without it being all strange. The one that can be a bit too silly sometimes, but who fucks like a demon and has really cool toys and pets. You know you can ring them up at any time and all their friends are great. And they always, always come up with the best kinky shit imaginable.
Torchwood
The gang that you’re, you know, friendly with, and you like them and they’re all sexy and funny but that poly lifestyle thing just gets so confusing to keep up with after a while, you know? And Christ! When they’re not getting on! OMFG, the drama just gets so draining. It’s lucky they make really good tea.
Supernatural
The current boyfriend. The one that is incredibly hot and sweet jesus!, but the fucking is out of this world. They can get a bit dark and broody at times and recently they’ve got a bit scary and upset you a bit - but you still hang about waiting for their calls and if they’re in the room you find it difficult to notice anyone else.
CW-RPS
The extra-marital affairs. You mainly do this with the two J’s (and its ALWAYS together with them) but sometimes you flirt with the rest of their gang, ‘cos Christian’s got that filthy-dirty fuck thing going for him and Mike’s hilarious and goes really well with Tom and Chad? …Well, Chad’s kinda the guy that you caught that STD off of once, and who can be a complete douche but for some bizarre reason (possibly that belly-scar or those hip-bones, mmm-mm) you still want to jump him when you see him.
Numb3rs
The college fling. Oh man, we were so into each other - and we’re still friends and we go out occasionally and he’s like my go-to guy for a friendly fuck, but its more affection than love or passion there now.
SGA
The vicarious fuck. The one you’ve never actually met and you only have a vague idea of what they look like and you’re not even sure are that hot, but your girlfriends describe their sessions with them so well that you kinda find yourself listening to their stories down the phone with one hand in your pants.
Top Gear
The one that you are ashamed of seeing. Deeply, deeply ashamed. None of your friends know about them and you will lie about even knowing them, let alone fucking them till you’re blue in the face and you don’t see them that often, really you don’t and afterwards, when the sick, twisted craving has got too much and you’ve cracked and had one of your ‘sessions’, when your own skin is crawling with the memory of what you let them do to you, then you tell yourself that its never, never going to happen again. But you know it will.
I'm feeling very happy today. A very pleasant reminder that I can.
Gorgeous weather? Check.
Cheesy balls and cream soda to consume? Check.
Reformatted-and-so-now-working portable hard-drive with about 3 solid years worth of music to listen to on it? Check and double check.
Art shows and comic book storyboarding workshops to go to tomorrow? Yay! Check!
Also check - I bought a book of gay porn short stories today that was only £2.99! All about tattoos... :) well, helloooo solid gold kink of mine!
And maybe reading porn writen by actual gay guys will give me some pointers on how to improve my own, not that impressive porn writing.
I meant to write this evening, I really did but my brain is just twirling round and around with its fingers in its ears going 'La la la! No work today, the sun is shining, la la la!' - useless, workshy bastard that it is. (and yes, I do realise that thinking of my own brain as a separate entity to myself is a bit strange. Especially as I'm picturing it wearing a pink, sparkly 'Princess' t-shirt at the moment)
And so, in honour of timewasters everywhere, a meme! Ganked from trollprincess, who I believe originally ganked it from apetslife.
My fandoms described in relationship terms
Harry Potter
The first, teenage sweetheart. And, god yes - it was good there for a while, with hot and heavy snogging sessions that went on for hours and even after you broke up you were good mates but then one day you look around and you realise that you haven’t called them for ages and when you do meet up now they’re so into this embarrassing emo-goth look and all their friends make you cringe.
But you’ve still got the cards and the mix-tapes they gave you in a box in your cupboard.
Primeval
The mad best friend. The one that you giggle with and get to act like your five again with, and get to sleep with without it being all strange. The one that can be a bit too silly sometimes, but who fucks like a demon and has really cool toys and pets. You know you can ring them up at any time and all their friends are great. And they always, always come up with the best kinky shit imaginable.
Torchwood
The gang that you’re, you know, friendly with, and you like them and they’re all sexy and funny but that poly lifestyle thing just gets so confusing to keep up with after a while, you know? And Christ! When they’re not getting on! OMFG, the drama just gets so draining. It’s lucky they make really good tea.
Supernatural
The current boyfriend. The one that is incredibly hot and sweet jesus!, but the fucking is out of this world. They can get a bit dark and broody at times and recently they’ve got a bit scary and upset you a bit - but you still hang about waiting for their calls and if they’re in the room you find it difficult to notice anyone else.
CW-RPS
The extra-marital affairs. You mainly do this with the two J’s (and its ALWAYS together with them) but sometimes you flirt with the rest of their gang, ‘cos Christian’s got that filthy-dirty fuck thing going for him and Mike’s hilarious and goes really well with Tom and Chad? …Well, Chad’s kinda the guy that you caught that STD off of once, and who can be a complete douche but for some bizarre reason (possibly that belly-scar or those hip-bones, mmm-mm) you still want to jump him when you see him.
Numb3rs
The college fling. Oh man, we were so into each other - and we’re still friends and we go out occasionally and he’s like my go-to guy for a friendly fuck, but its more affection than love or passion there now.
SGA
The vicarious fuck. The one you’ve never actually met and you only have a vague idea of what they look like and you’re not even sure are that hot, but your girlfriends describe their sessions with them so well that you kinda find yourself listening to their stories down the phone with one hand in your pants.
Top Gear
The one that you are ashamed of seeing. Deeply, deeply ashamed. None of your friends know about them and you will lie about even knowing them, let alone fucking them till you’re blue in the face and you don’t see them that often, really you don’t and afterwards, when the sick, twisted craving has got too much and you’ve cracked and had one of your ‘sessions’, when your own skin is crawling with the memory of what you let them do to you, then you tell yourself that its never, never going to happen again. But you know it will.