So regular readers of this blog will know that I a) find Ezio Auditore da Firenze very very hot and b) have a thing for Roman soldiers.

I just played the Passion Play Level (there are no good screenshots of him in the outfit why is this so)

I'll, uh... I'll be in my bunk.

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It's official, I have watched way too many internet video review shows.

Title: The Confessions of Amelia Pond
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Amy, Eleven
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: So this started out as 'Five Ways Amy Pond Failed To Seduce the Doctor' only it wasn't working at all and then I re-wrote it in the style of Angus, Thongs and Full-frontal Snogging and it kinda did. Feel free to imagine this covered ( Read more... )

Nothing especially lulzy has been happening to me lately, mainly because I have been buried under an avalanche of work that the previous two years of uni have left me entirely unprepared for. So I've been alternating between working like a rabid beaver and wallowing in self-pity, neither of which are particularly fun to talk about on the interwebs.

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Dear self:

When it's eleven o'clock p.m and you're still trawling the web for viable Inuit names for your OC! North and South Water Tribe Nations in bed, it's time to give up and go to sleep.

You'll only end up pulling the names out of your arse anyway.

Sincerely,

Me.

(and don't even think of starting to look up stuff for the other three. I can see you ( Read more... )

This fragment of fic came to me from the much better and more prolific writer who seems to dump them in my brain at whim:

( the full version would, of course, include at least one musical number )

 Because if this blog isn't for self-entitled ramblings, then I don't know what it's for.

Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.

I asked futuresoon , and she gave me:

( kung-fu action Jesus Doctor, the Bugle, Asterix, crossovers, England-the-country )

I have had the worst fic idea.

Marguerite Patten teaches England how to cook, in the hope that teaching the Nation how to boil an egg properly will have some kind of effect on the rest of the UK. Snarkiness, frustration and 1940s speech ensues.

Heaven help me, I kind of ship it.