A very merry Cricketmas....

[femmequixotic]

So it has been brought to my attention (cough, cough) that I haven't posted for a month. Again. Oh, dear. /0\

Life has been ridiculously busy these past few weeks, with frantic fest writing (yes, I'm once again one of those participants this year, oh God), a RL project that's causing more than a bit of nail-biting, and a sudden and unexpected

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[noeon]

Oh man. I look at that icon and I do not think cricket. Balls, maybe...

*drifts off*

Wait, where was I? Oh yes. Thinking about sleeping in preparation for the fourth test, although the time difference will be much kinder.

Broad/Finn uh, FTW? *runs and hides*

[femmequixotic]

YOU BETTER BE SAYING THAT, WOMAN.

*pets my Broady and Finny*

Perth nearly killed my sleep schedule. D:

[noeon]

I still hear TMS in my dreams.

[femmequixotic]

Well, there are worse things to hear while sleeping...

[femmequixotic]

AHAHAAHAH. Well, true. BUT STILL.

Those naked pictures....mmmmm.

[incandescent]

Happy Christmas. It's good to hear that, despite any craziness, you're having fun. ♥

[femmequixotic]

Hee, the fun has definitely made the craziness bearable, I have to say.

[incandescent]

Especially slashy fun. That makes everything bearable. Or more than bearable. Don't picture the audience naked. Picture them naked and slash them with each other.

♥ (And thank for the friending. *dances* I love my friends!)

[incandescent]

AND thanks for the v-gift. Damn, you're fab.

Fault?

[wemyss]

Yes. FAULT. :D

[femmequixotic]

And I'm waiting for a naked Finn to pop up to go along with naked Broady and naked Jimmy. Get on that, man. (Er. In any way you'd like to interpret that.)

In the meantime I'll just sit here and, ah, make sure that photo hasn't been Photoshopped. *nods* Exactly, yes. *looks for loupe*

*G*

I'll, ah, get on that, then.

[wemyss]

Popping up.... O my paws and whiskers.

I did think that might bring you a bit of holiday cheer.

[femmequixotic]

Hang a bit of mistletoe--well.

I'm certain you can manage.

Noe, ethereally from the background: And no peppermint-flavoured lube! (Dear God, I don't know what to do with her sometimes....)