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Dear Yuletide author...
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Dear Yuletide writer
....watch this space. There will be a proper post here soon. Thank you! -
Crackpots and these women
Dear Yuletide Writer,
This letter has been edited! I forgot to include The Scarlet Pimpernel because I am an idiot!Hi! You're probably staring at my requested fandoms and going 'Wow, that girl watches a lot of costume drama'. This is true. Partly it's the hawt sexual repression, partly it's the clothes. That episode of DQ:MW where Jane Seymour is ( Read more... ) -
nauseastingly twee
Hi everyone on Mama Kaite's livejournal! This is Franklin, reporting on my Adventure today. It is very hot outside. Mama Kaite and Mama Lola left the window open for me and Orlando so we could get some fresh air and new bugs to chase. I tried to catch a bug, but it was too far away and I pushed the window open and fell out. This was very scary ( Read more... ) -
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The Presumed Consent Organ Donation bill didn't go through. Three-line whip, the Government's stance was anti, it never had much of a chance. I'm not surprised, but I am upset. Not as upset as I was a day or so ago when I heard about it, but still. It could have made a difference. A huge difference, to so many people's lives and most of the ( Read more... ) -
Got enough guilt to start my own religion
“There is the urge to procrastinate, to escape from the rigid cage of study routine I have made for myself. It lures me by a multitude of enchanting distractions; it beckons in the form of magazines, gay colourful stories and pictures; it seeks to simulate hunger, calling me to lose myself in the rationalization of continuous and nervous eating; it ( Read more... ) -
Spammy McSpam (exam? what exam?)
Just got an email from my father, saying 'Go and get a real job, don't follow me down the chalkface'.
Note: My father is a lecturer. There are worse jobs to be had. But I surmise he is having a bad day at work. Poor Daddy. -
For those who like that sort of thing, that is the sort of thing that they like.
Am stealing the ten-episode-Angel-marathon and twisting it to fit my own devices.
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Back to Edinburgh tomorrow, at some as-yet-undecided time. I expect I'll get the midday train, if I wake up early enough. I'm mostly happy to go back, I'd be lying if I said there was no trepidation whatsoever. Home feels very...home-like, right now. The fact that I may not see The Stupid Blonde Thing (otherwise known as our gorgeous yet ancient ( Read more... )
