easily amused
Everything you can imagine is real.
- Pablo Picasso
Current Mood:
confused but impressed
Am I insane, or --- wait, no, scratch that first bit. Did I just hear Ray say, "That's crap. And some of it was in Klingon."
( some babble )
( some babble )
In which LoM-->A2A is rambled of, and a plot is contemplated
Posted on 2009.11.13 at 19:52Current Location: the happy place steak+instant mashed potatoes sends one to
Current Music: I Wanna Be Sedated - Violent Femmes
( this-a-way )
Yay for getting so into fic you feel the need to rant about the characters <3
Posted on 2009.11.10 at 17:38Current Mood:
unimpressed
Oh, this is positively nostalgic. I remember when I used to yell through the screen at Annie, back when I watched LoM for the first time.
( Spoilers for Steady as She Goes, by Dakfinv )
( Spoilers for Steady as She Goes, by Dakfinv )
Current Mood:
VERY excited. *laughs*
Current Music: She's Got Issues - the Offspring
As the only other person I know who's into LoM currently has a HORRIBLY TERRIFYINGLY busy workload (and would be in bed by now anyway, damn time difference), and anyway might not have read this story, I am going to flail and squee to no one in particular.
Spoilers for Steady as She Goes, chapter 38
( vague ones, mind, and people who don't get how fun it is to get really excited about a story might be a little afraid of my exuberance )
Spoilers for Steady as She Goes, chapter 38
( vague ones, mind, and people who don't get how fun it is to get really excited about a story might be a little afraid of my exuberance )
Anyone else want to smash LJ code with a hammer?
Posted on 2009.11.09 at 11:51Current Mood:
embarrassed
I accidentally posted this to lifein1973 for a moment, meant to post it to my private journal in lieu of lj-cut... In case the mods noticed and are wtf-ing or something. *sighs* Anyway. And for some reason the story itself is coming out all weird on a white background. I don't even know.
>~*~<
"Well, brainbox, you never mentioned how bloody big it was going to get!"
"How was I supposed to know that you didn't know that sort of thing?!"
Approaching footsteps sent both the figures diving for cover, pulling it in front of them and trying together to stuff it under the desk. Once the footsteps faded, one shot the other a blue-green, narrow-eyed glare.
"Just what are you implying, detective?"
"I'm implying that you seemed to know your way around all of it well enough last ni--"
"Shh!" shh-ed the taller man, taking a quick glance around before responding further.
"Not here, all right? What did I tell you! Besides, last night we didn't have that to deal with." He cocked his thumb at it, the top half still out of sight beneath its hiding place.
For a moment, they stared at it and shared a contemplative silence.
"Well, best get to it then." Decided the other, rubbing his hands together before squatting down before it, grabbing something, and giving a fierce yank upwards.
"Oi! Don't tear it!"
"You'd best come down here and help then, hadn't you?"
A few grunts, curses, and manly noises of frustration later, the two set it into place, stepped back, and took a proud look at their handiwork.
"It actually has quite a resemblance." Remarked the shorter man, hands on hips. "If he... well. You know." He waved a hand expansively at it.
His companion gave it a second, slightly more considering look. "You may have a point." he replied, and after a moment clapped a hand onto the other man's shoulder. "Well, time for us to get going. Got the whole night ahead of us, after all."
There was a sliding, sideways, meaningful look which was returned with interest. With a raised eyebrow, even. The two proceeded to grin at each other and then snuck very sneakily out of the RCS department and back to a small, slightly cramped flat with one bed and intimidating wallpaper.
They left it sitting on a chair in front of a desk. Its knee-high leather boots weren't zipped all the way up, and the fishnet stockings pulled rather tightly over the plastic thighs. The corset seemed to sit well over the upper body, though, even on top of the flat, smooth chest with toilet paper spilling out over the top of the breast-cups. The thong really did show off the air-filled bulge of the figure's ... assets... quite nicely, though it was built for a more narrow-hipped figure and the straps looked close to snapping.
The sketch taped on top of the figure's face was what pulled it all together, however. You know, it really did bear quite a resemblance to DCI Litton.
Even though he didn't usually tend to wink quite that lewdly.
Post-script notes: Written for![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
tehringmaster in a meme on my journal, who requested Sam/Gene and an unexpected item or place.
Title: Late Nights
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 453
Notes: I wrote this a while ago, but I'm fairly sure I never posted it here. Contains implied slash.
Summary: What two officers of the law get up to at the station when everyone else has gone home. (Sadly enough, this isn't as dirty as the summary may sound.)
>~*~<
"You said these would fit!"
"Well, brainbox, you never mentioned how bloody big it was going to get!"
"How was I supposed to know that you didn't know that sort of thing?!"
Approaching footsteps sent both the figures diving for cover, pulling it in front of them and trying together to stuff it under the desk. Once the footsteps faded, one shot the other a blue-green, narrow-eyed glare.
"Just what are you implying, detective?"
"I'm implying that you seemed to know your way around all of it well enough last ni--"
"Shh!" shh-ed the taller man, taking a quick glance around before responding further.
"Not here, all right? What did I tell you! Besides, last night we didn't have that to deal with." He cocked his thumb at it, the top half still out of sight beneath its hiding place.
For a moment, they stared at it and shared a contemplative silence.
"Well, best get to it then." Decided the other, rubbing his hands together before squatting down before it, grabbing something, and giving a fierce yank upwards.
"Oi! Don't tear it!"
"You'd best come down here and help then, hadn't you?"
A few grunts, curses, and manly noises of frustration later, the two set it into place, stepped back, and took a proud look at their handiwork.
"It actually has quite a resemblance." Remarked the shorter man, hands on hips. "If he... well. You know." He waved a hand expansively at it.
His companion gave it a second, slightly more considering look. "You may have a point." he replied, and after a moment clapped a hand onto the other man's shoulder. "Well, time for us to get going. Got the whole night ahead of us, after all."
There was a sliding, sideways, meaningful look which was returned with interest. With a raised eyebrow, even. The two proceeded to grin at each other and then snuck very sneakily out of the RCS department and back to a small, slightly cramped flat with one bed and intimidating wallpaper.
They left it sitting on a chair in front of a desk. Its knee-high leather boots weren't zipped all the way up, and the fishnet stockings pulled rather tightly over the plastic thighs. The corset seemed to sit well over the upper body, though, even on top of the flat, smooth chest with toilet paper spilling out over the top of the breast-cups. The thong really did show off the air-filled bulge of the figure's ... assets... quite nicely, though it was built for a more narrow-hipped figure and the straps looked close to snapping.
The sketch taped on top of the figure's face was what pulled it all together, however. You know, it really did bear quite a resemblance to DCI Litton.
Even though he didn't usually tend to wink quite that lewdly.
Post-script notes: Written for
tehringmaster in a meme on my journal, who requested Sam/Gene and an unexpected item or place.
How did I not know this existed?!?
pensive
THE RULES:
• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no Googling or Flickr or anything else! They have to have been saved to your computer sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
I couldn't quite get them down to ten, but one is almost all text so perhaps the Cheese Rolling Picture That Could Not Be Left Out makes up for that one?
( I couldn't really think of any explanations that I didn't already see in the pictures, but if you are curious about anything feel free to ask. :) )
• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no Googling or Flickr or anything else! They have to have been saved to your computer sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
I couldn't quite get them down to ten, but one is almost all text so perhaps the Cheese Rolling Picture That Could Not Be Left Out makes up for that one?
( I couldn't really think of any explanations that I didn't already see in the pictures, but if you are curious about anything feel free to ask. :) )
While watching the first ep of Jeeves and Wooster, Aunt Agatha tells Bertie he needs someone, "Strong, self-reliant and sensible". I can't help but think that fits Jeeves perfectly. >:D
Well-Dressed Lady: (falls over, hoopskirt flies up)
Sir John A.: (laughs his ass off)
W.-D.L.: (pissed) I can see, sir, that you are no gentleman!
Sir John A.: And I can see, madam, that neither are you.
Sir John A.: (laughs his ass off)
W.-D.L.: (pissed) I can see, sir, that you are no gentleman!
Sir John A.: And I can see, madam, that neither are you.
Current Mood:
intrigued
... I'm glad I have a memories section called, "For the sake of The Pretty". I'm not sure what's in it honestly, but I think it's time to go check that out.
More of that 'death's fortune' stuff
Posted on 2009.10.28 at 16:23Current Music: Bowling for Soup's version of Hit Me Baby One More Time
Current Location: the wonderous and magical land of Procrastination
Current Mood:
vaguely amused