Had to de-watermark one of dem squints in Potatochop. Want, take, have.


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Oh fuck.


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I was just begging for Daves, but nobody brought me Daves. SO I MADE MY OWN DAVES. With Johns. Click on the cut for some shameless splicing of Daves and Johns getting their shirts off and unbuckling their belts and making sex faces.

( Because I can't resist combining the two )

What.

I think I just saw Satan and Beelzebub figure skating past me and pirouetting through a flock of hang-gliding swine while Elvis judged the competition.

Speculation as to how the fuck, here.

This cannot end well. Oh god.

I declare today strong awesome women's day. Finally finished gobbling up Caitlin Moran's book (highly recommended, even though I'm still disappointed whenever someone who calls herself a feminist thinks a "vagina" can be shaved--honestly, she's awesome but that vagina/vulva mixup still rubs me up the wrong way like a front bottom wedgie). WHY DO I ( Read more... )

And now, John Simm and Benedict Cumberbatch can join forces and have a beautiful man-cry in each other's arms over their respective double BAFTA snubs, right?

Right?

We finally finished chapter 12 of the Persiafic last night. It was a long and insanely plotty and research-intensive chapter, too. And a long one at that: I just checked the finalised version and it's 13 265 words long. Bloody hell. I think we used almost every single one of our OCs in it, too, from minor guards to major antagonists to horses and ( Read more... )

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“Will I be seeing you again?”

“I haven’t even left yet.”


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I just want a crossover with Rachel Bailey and Sam Tyler with fucktons of angst and booze and nightmares and Issues. Is that too much to ask?

ETA: See how perfect it would be? SEE?


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