growling at the edges

Some festive hurtin'...

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 13:19:36 GMT

Holy christ, i've written more fic in the past few days than in the whole of this year. I've also written for some fandoms i said i never would - Firefly, Heroes, Scrubs and House. All fandoms i knew i could never do justice in plot or dialogue. Happily, whumpfics require neither. :P

My mum said goodnight to me as i wrote the last of these, at 12:37am on Christmas Day, and suggested that in order that i could go to bed i make the story read, "There once was an ending." :P
I have to say, although it was really hard work, i'm kinda proud that i knuckled down and wrote them all! Although some of them turned out awful (okay, a lot of them), i also produced some stuff i didn't know i could. Oh - quick warning, there are probably lots of mistakes as i've not had the chance to check through them even once. Apologies for typos and such, i'll find time to check them over and adjust over the next few days.
I hope that lots of you can enjoy all the fics, so that if yours is a little short on length and whump, you have others to fill up on.

So, Merry Christmas! Click on the relevant lj-cut below to read your whumpfic gift...

Requestor: itneversnows
Fandom: Kung Fu: The Legend Continues
Comment: Okay, so, this one got crueller than i had first pictured, and then i ran out of time and had to finish faster than i might have liked. I started it first, did all the others in breaks i took from this one, and finished it last. Also rewrote it about three times along the way, lol. And i still think i got some character traits wrong. However, there's certainly whump in this one, so i hope you enjoy. >:)

For what seemed like long seconds, Peter's stomach floated in mid air. In the quiet, he felt tiny pieces of heat flick against his ears, hot points settled on his face and started to dig in, striking inwards towards his skull. A soft breeze pushed his hair back.
And then everything snapped back into shape as the whole world was yanked violently ahead of him and he flew backwards, his breath left behind. A blast of red hot air followed him, pushing him backwards, until he lost all sense of direction and all he could feel was an intense increasing pressure on his chest, his spine bent painfully as he hurtled.

As suddenly as he had been thrown through the air, he stopped, a hardness slamming into his back. He felt cold sear through his skull, and the heels of his boots smacked against something, bouncing slightly. Soft heat glowed through his chest as flickers of sound burst against his ears like static from a radio. Lights danced behind his eyelids, casting epileptic sketches of fire and things falling. Falling inwards.

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Kermit threw aside a blood-streaked piece of debris, wiping his hand down his shirt and leaving dusty blood there too from broken nails and grated fingers. Breathing hard, he dug deeper, his feet slipping on the uneven ground. A shout registered from somewhere to his right, as through the thick dust someone battled a small fire that licked over paperwork and threatened to start up the walls.
The bullpen of the police-station was gutted, the explosion having ripped divider walls from their place and strewn them across the floor. Desks were reduced to firewood, flames dancing over patches of floor and guzzling up piles of paperwork. A lone surviving fluorescent tube-light flashed excitedly over the staggering figures, Kermit side by side with Blaisdell and several other officers, all throwing debris aside and searching desperately. They searched for Peter.

Blindly pushing forwards, Kermit found his hands grabbing soft flesh, and jerked in surprised as he gripped Peter's limp hand.
"I've found him!" He failed to achieve the volume she was going for, dust catching in his throat and transforming the shout into a whisper. He coughed and shouted out again, scrabbling to unearth his friend.
He felt Blaisdell fall by his side, all of them staggering for footing amongst the reckage. Sinking to his knees, Kermit traced Peter's arm back and threw aside rocks and wood, finding hair matted with blood.

"Hey," he smiled reassuringly at Peter, the young man's face a picture of pain and confusion as everyone worked around him to clear the weight off his body. "We've got you, just hang on."

Blaisdell scrabbled round to the side of his adopted son, getting into his line of site and reaching for a limp hand. Peter was lying half on his front, half turned onto his side, buried in debris. Thick dust coated his neck and face, clinging to eyelashes and mixing with blood to sculpt his hair into a ridiculous mess. Gaze travelling in confusion from one movement to the next, he croaked in protest as someone cleared a heavy weight from his legs.

Blaisdell reached out for his son's face comfortingly as Kermit grabbed Peter's shoulder with the same intention. "Have the paramedics got through to here yet?" Blaisdell asked no one in particular. Twisting around, he grabbed one of the officers helping to clear the debris from Peter, "Go phone down again to see what's happening with the rescue teams."

He turned back as Peter let out a guttural growl, pushing the sound down into his lungs in agony, his teeth grinding together.

"Blaisdell!" Kermit reached out for a jagged piece of wood, emerging slowly from the pile of rocks as they were cleared away. Tracing it down, Kermit holding Peter's hand firmly, they found the bloody hold it had carved in their friend's side.

"I should get back to work," Peter's voice was raw, his voice breaking and eyes closing tight as intense pain washed over him.

"Peter just lie still," Blaisdell instructed firmly, reaching behind him to grab some towels another officer had retrieved, leaning forward and hovering over the wound. He glanced at Kermit, who shifted around to get into Peter's eyeline and crouched down to grip both his hands.

"What's happening?" Peter whispered, his eyes locking with Kermit’s in half-recognition, his voice filled with misery. Kermit smiled bitterly, and nodded to Blaisdell.
"There was an explosion Peter," he answered as Blaisdell pressed down with the towels to stench the flow of blood, and Peter gasped.

Kermit grasped his hands tight as he continued, "Some activists made it up to the bullpen with bombs." He spoke louder as Peter yelped in pain, squeezing his eyes shut again and tears streaked clean lines through the dust on his cheeks.

Kermit clutched his friends hands close to his chest, unconsciously rubbing his thumb down the back of one of Peter's hands in comfort. "Their bombs went off before they planned, we figure. Blew themselves up. Nice of them to save us the trouble, really. Peter?"

The younger Detective opened red eyes, his gaze wandering for a second before he latched on to Kermit's face again. His breaths came in harsh puffs. "Dad?"
Blaisdell left another officer holding the towels in place, wiping blood smeared hands on his trousers and leaning down to sit in front of his son, "I'm here Peter, it's okay." Peter clenched his eyes shut tight again, tensing against a wave of wave, groaning and gritting his teeth hard. Blaisdell looked desperately at Kermit, stroking his son's hair, helpless. Kermit shuffled and patted Peter's cheek.

"Peter, listen to me. Picture the nerves in your body, picture the feelings being conveyed along them like electricity," he paused and patted Peter harder on the cheek. "This is important, listen."

Peter's eyes opened, making a pained growling noise deep in his throat but maintaining eye contact with his friend.

Kermit continued, "'picture your senses being conveyed through your nerves, up and down, from all your limbs to your brain. They are like currents, zipping from your side to your head, flowing up from there. Now picture a block - there's a blockage right at your shoulders, picture it, make it strong and thick - the nerves can't get the message through. You don't get senses from anywhere beneath your shoulders, the pain can't get through, it stops there."

As he talked, Peter stared at him in determination, his body gradually relaxing in tiny increments. Blaisdell let a relieved half-smile turn his mouth, grabbing Kermit's shoulder quickly in triumph. His attention caught by a noise at the other side of the bullpen, he rose, patting Kermit once on the back and heading for the caved-in doorway.

Kermit's instructions had slowed into sure, steady reminders, "Keep imagining that block Peter, strong and solid. Nothing can get through."

A shout distracted him and he lifted his head, looking over to his right. Grinning in relief, he lifted a hand to the paramedics in recognition and turned back to Peter where he lay much quieter than before, his breathing calmed and shaking subsided.

"Don't worry kid, cavalry's here."

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Requestor: beccadg
Fandom: Blood Ties
Character: Henry Fitzroy
Comforter: Mike Celluci
Comment: I tried to give this a bit of slash (because i know you like that) but i've never written slash before - which might explain why this is a bit rubbish (and jarring). Did my best though, and it was fun writing for these two! And sorry your second never got written, i was really looking forward to it but it wasn't to be. If it ever writes itself in my head i'll be sure to get it down on paper and chuck it your way!

"I had no idea there were seasonal demons," Mike commented, a hint of disdain and sarcasm betraying his discomfort with the world of the supernatural. He shifted his hold under Henry's armpit, trying to get a better grip on the drooping vampire at his side.

"Most myths and folklore have a foundation in truth," Henry gasped, desperate black eyes turning towards the Detective, lips parting to let out a ragged breath and the tips of sharp fangs. Weaving down the darkened alley, orange streetlights reflecting off slick brickwork to either side, they clung to each other. Mike sensed a shift in body weight and lifted a guarding hand to press against Henry's chest as he tipped forward. Steadying them and trying to ignore his charge's predatory gaze, Mike tipped his face up and away.

Regaining their footing, they pressed on. Henry's strained breaths slowly turned to quiet grating whines, Mike's hand now slipping on cold blood. He tightened his grip around Henry's slender waist, feeling firm muscle beneath fabric.

"But... getting your ass kicked by one of Santas elves? That's gotta hurt."

"It wasn't an elf," Henry snapped weakly, feeling fangs slide against his lips, hearing Mike's blood thrumming through his veins. He already had one hand ensnared in Mike's shirt - he could pull him in, tip his neck back, bare that tempting piece of flesh and sink his teeth into a vein...
His knees buckled and he let out a groan of agony as they hit the pavement, Mike grappling to stop them both sinking to the floor. Grasping around Henry's chest from behind, he settled for a controlled collapse and they kneeled for a second.

"My car is right there, can you make it?"

Deep, painful breathing was his only reply. Frowning a little in concern, he got himself into a crouch, and heaved Henry bodily to his feet, dragging the smaller man towards the vehicle. His hand sank into the bloody hole in the vampires stomach, eliciting a gasp of pain.

"Sorry," Mike grunted, struggling to keep them both upright and fumbling for his keys. With the back door seat opened, he levered Henry delicately into the back seat. "Don't get blood on the upholstery," he requested half-heartedly, sparing a seconds glance for Henry's hollow stare. Dragging his attention back from those soulless black eyes, he sank into the drivers seat and gunned the engine.

Ten minutes later and Mike pulled the car into the sidewalk, quieting the engine, its sound replaced by that of Henry's harsh breathing. Climbing out and casting a look around the dark deserted street, he opened the back door of his car. The vampire lay still and pale along the seat, his breathing quickening as Mike reached out and got a firm grip on his waist to drag him out of the car. The sickly sweet smell of blood mixed with cold night air as Henry collapsed to his knees on the pavement, one hand twisted into the Detective's overcoat. Slamming the back door of the car, Mike took a deep breath and looked down at Henry's drooping form. Leaning down, he pushed his shoulder under the vampires bloody stomach, and lifted him over his shoulder, ignoring the pained moans.

"The doorman..." Henry whispered, his voice gritty, blood on his lips.

"Don't worry," Mike replied, "I'll tell him we're just married and I'm carrying you over the threshold." From behind him, he thought he heard choked laughter.

In the end, the doorman wasn't there to deceive. Mike felt a little odd standing in the lift with a rasping, bleeding vampire slung over his shoulder. The doors slid open and he strode towards Henry's apartment door, feeling the vampire's hands twist in the back of his coat. Steadying his gait and leaning forward he tipped Henry upright and slid a hand around his waist again, fighting to keep them both on their feet.

"Key, Henry?"

Henry moaned, "...feed..." and his head fell forward, his mouth turned downward in misery. Feeling almost sorry for him, Mike figured he had to find the key on his own, and searched through Henry's pockets. Eventually, they got the heavy door opened, and struggled across the main room towards Henry's bedroom.

"I'll phone Vicki," Mike said, all but dragging Henry across the floor.

"No, no," Henry gasped, his arms flopping lifelessly as Mike lowered him to the bed. Curling onto his side he moaned, pressing his face into the sheets.

"But... i don't know what to do," Mike grimaced helplessly, tugging at Henry's bloodsoaked shirt to get a better look at the wound.

"Need to feed, need to find some food..." Henry muttered, his eyes roving desperately as he struggled to get off the bed. He pushed at Mike's supporting hands, the sheets catching around his legs as he went to stand, and he crumpled to the floor with Mike falling to his knees beside him.
Henry lifted his head, finding Mike's neck mere inches away, blood coursing just beneath the skin. He shifted forwards slightly and felt Mike's hands where they rested on his waist. The Detective didn't move away, he simply threaded his hand further around Henry's back, supporting him. The vampire's mouth gaped open slightly, panting breaths brushing against Mike's skin, sweet-smelling from blood. Moving forward again, they were almost chest to chest now, and still Mike didn't move away. Henry tipped his head to the side, nudging up against the Detective's neck, his nostrils flaring at the scent of fresh warm blood.

"Just enough to get you walking..." Mike said quietly. He had intended it to make the situation all business, but his voice wavered, and he tugged on Henry's back to encourage him closer. He felt one of Henry's hands grip his thigh, strong fingers weakened by bloodloss. He felt lips brush the skin on his neck, and then the cold sharp point of a fang. Closing his eyes, he felt Henry press in and then a light prick of pain and a focused point of heat spread out from his neck. Feeling the vampire's chest heaving as he drank, Mike slid his other arm around Henry's back and pulled him in - the two of them kneeling locked together in a hug, blood sliding between them from Henry's wound, and their hearts hammering in time.

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Requestor: gumnut
Fandom: Knight Rider
Character: Michael
Comment: I found it so hard to think of what to write for this one, because although i feel like familiar-ish with the characters, i'm not familiar with the 'verse, or with Kitt's abilities. I knew if i tried to get clever i'd do something wrong. So i figured, fine, let's stick with plain and simple whump. In the end, i wrote half of it and then rewrote it, lol.

Hot desert dust spattered the side of Michael's face, flaying already raw and swollen skin. He wavered on his feet, firm hands yanking cruelly on his bound hands behind him, pulling his shoulders at an unnatural angle. He rose to his tiptoes briefly and hissed until the pressure on his shoulder joints relaxed slightly. Squinting through his one good eye, he peered out over the shimmering landscape, gaze fixed on his two friends and a jet black car. Waves of heat rose from its dark shell, making the distant horizon shake and waver before his eyes.

Someone shouted, the sound bouncing around Michael's head but never solidifying into words. He staggered as something shoved him in the back. Standing confused for a second, he got another shove in the back, harder this time. Sticking his foot out in front to prevent himself hitting the ground, he started to walk. His head pounded with every impact of boot on dust, the jarring connection travelling up through his throbbing knee, encircling screaming ribs, wrapping around his neck and shooting up in painful branches through his skull.

He flinched as someone passed him close by, but nothing came of it, and his attention was back at his friends, waving him on - their expressions fearful. He saw Kitt edge forward a few inches and watched Devon place a placatory hand on the cars scorched bonnet. Just as he was beginning to wish the car was allowed to zoom forward and scoop him up, the calm desert shattered into action.

Bonnie made a very clear, unmistakable indication for him to get down. He fell. Cheek hit dirt and he relaxed, incapable of caring what was going on. Wheels screeched in the dust and he felt sand spatter against him from nearby, guns fired and pinged off bodywork, missiles shot through the air. An explosion sounded and he was buffeted by a blast of hot air.

Silence washed over the desert again and Michael grunted to himself, staring in interest at a small bug crawling past his face.

"Michael?" A familiar, comforting voice called out, and he tried to look. Something electronic beeped along at the speed of a heartbeat. Footfalls converged on him hastily and Bonnie's delicate hands gripped his shoulder.

She said something, voice filled with concern, Devon joining her. He didn't catch the words.

"Michael, can you understand us?" That familiar voice cut through his head again, safe, strong.

"Kitt?" he croaked in reply, flailing a hand out and regretting it as he pulled on his bonds and something in his shoulder snapped. Moaning and pressing his face back to the desert floor, he hissed as hands untied him and lifted him up, pulling him gently to his knees. He felt hot metal at his back and smiled, dried blood crackling on his skin as it stretched. Slowly, his friends maneuvered him into Kitt's drivers seat, and he relaxed into the soft seats. Things muffled even further inside that protective black shell, he heard a door shut, another open and slam again, someone shifting in the seat beside him.

"Don't worry Michael, I've got you now." The car shifted around him, a dull sound of an engine droning into his exhaustion and lulling him into a relieved sleep.

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Requestor: moonbeamsfanfic
Fandom: Heroes
Character: Nathan
Comforter: Matt and/or Niki
Comment: Well! Goodness, you set me a challenge. I've only watched season one so far, although i know where Nathan stands in season two (namely: alive). So i have no understanding of where these characters stand with each other, nor what kind of situation i could put them in. So, abstract and short was the way i went with this. And that's just an artistic way of saying it's probably vague and unsatisfying. :P
And i went with Matt Parkman. Because i think he's lovely.

Parkman's boots pounded the dust as he ran, face skyward and eyes fixed on the lone figure ploughing downwards through a spattering of clouds. Not looking where he was going, he stumbled on a desert plant and flailed his arms momentarily to catch his balance, sprinting on. All he could get from Nathan's mind was confusion, and he knew he was going to hit the ground. Breathing hard and arms pistoning, he hollered at the sky, "Nathan you're flying towards the ground!"
His voice was too quiet, he knew, and he shouted in exasperation. Turning his attention back to running, he gasped for breath and watched the figure plummet towards the dusty ground. Abruptly Parkman staggered, sensing Nathan's fearful realisation of the ground rushing up to meet him and unconsciously tensing his whole body in anticipation of the vicarious crash. Holding his breath, he saw the flying man pull up at the last second - his speed decreasing significantly. His connection with the ground came milliseconds after, dust rising as he ploughed into the dirt chest-first and slid a few feet before crumpling to a halt.

Parkman broke into a sprint again, covering the metres with no thought to his oxygen-starved lungs, skidding to a halt at Nathan's side. He was lying on his front with his body twisted slightly, arms flung out haphazardly and forehead pressed to the ground, unconscious. Matt fell to his knees and placed an uncertain hand on Nathan's shoulder. Placing a hand behind his head, he gently pulled him over onto his back, the prone man's arms slapping limply to the ground.

"Nathan?" Matt called, pressing fingers to the Nathan's and feeling a steady heartbeat. Still panting from his run, he blew out in relief and watched Nathan's chest rise and fall in shallow breaths. Fumbling for a handkerchief he knew he had buried somewhere in his pockets, he pulled Nathan's hair back and peered at the bloody graze on his head. Eventually finding the handkerchief, he pressed it to the wound.

Nathan grunted in response to the pain, one of his hands moving upwards to his head. Apparently noticing the rest of his body at that moment, he let out a strangled yelp and tensed, curling slightly onto his side.

Parkman frowned, "Your chest..."

Nathan struggled to get up, pain lancing through his chest but his lungs incapable of drawing in enough air, "Can't breathe..."

Parkman leapt up and stepped round behind him, pushing at the side of his back he now knew was undamaged, and easing him into a sitting position. His breathing seemed to flow easier then, and he sat hunched, favoring his left side as he recovered. The bloody handkerchief fell to the dust below Nathan, and he stared down at his ravaged shirt. Nearly orange with desert sand, it was ripped from the impact, unruly from the flight.

Confident Nathan was now sitting relatively unaided, Parkman moved around to sit kneel beside him, one hand still holding his shoulder. "So perhaps you need a flight suit?" he suggested.

Nathan narrowed his eyes at him, quirking his lip in distaste. Matt just smiled back, patting his shoulder, "Can you stand? We should get out of here before the UFO fanatics show up."

Nathan nodded, "Yeah, I think so."

Matt put a gentle hand around the other man's waist, helping him to his feet and carefully avoiding all the sore areas that flashed through his mind as he stood. Nathan slowly lifted an arm around Matt's shoulder, his joints protesting wildly at the moment. The stretch was the final straw for his top shirt-button and it pinged off, falling to the desert floor and bouncing.

His breathing finally calming, Matt held firmly around Nathan's back and hooked his arm under his furthest armpit, taking as much weight as he could without hurting the man. Placing a steadying hand on the other man's chest, he took a look behind them. "Come on, my car isn't far."
Nathan nodded, forcing his battered limbs into movement. He clutched his free arm around his ribs as they walked slowly away from his crash site, their boots hitting the same beat on the baked desert ground.

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Requestor: vespurrs
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Sam
Comment: This one didn't flow too well when i was writing it, it was kind of hard to get onto the page. Hopefully it reads better than it wrote. I normally whump Dean, so not sure how well i did this, but i hope you enjoy!

"God, it burns," Sam gasped, the same words he had been repeating over and over during the speedy car ride back to their motel.

"I know Sammy, I know..." Dean struggled for the door lock with one hand, his other arm wrapped around Sam's waist to keep him steady. He darted a quick glance at Sam's grazed face and tightly shut eyes. Stubborn traces of thick glowing goo clung to his neck, too sticky for the hasty wash with a bottle of water that they tried back when the stuff first got into his eyes.

Finally the door gave way and they staggered inside, Dean guiding his blinded brother towards the bathroom. Sam whispered curses under his breath as Dean moved him towards the sink, turning on the tap and putting a firm hand on Sam's side.

"Put your head under, left eye down first," he instructed, helping his brother lean over the sink and guiding his head so that the stream of water hit his eye. Sam jerked at the cold water running over grazed and bloody skin, one hand gripping the porcelain and the other twisted into a fierce grip with Dean's arm.

"Open your eyes, you gotta let the water rinse this stuff out."

"I can't, I can't, god..." Sam gasped, his eyelids flickering and then finally opening, water rinsing away traces of neon gunk. Dean watches waterlogged eyelashes bend under the weight of the water, peering at Sam's eye and hoping the lack of visible damage was a good thing. After a few seconds he helped Sam switch sides, rinsing the other eye.

"Okay lift your head a second, I'm gonna fill this so you can dunk your eyes for a bit," Dean tugged on his brothers chest, putting the plug in and turning the tap on full. Sam clenched his eyes tight shut again, he teeth gritted in pain as he leant forward on the surface.

"Did that help at all?" Dean asked, one hand pressed to Sam's chest to keep him from falling forward.

"Yeah, I guess," Sam hissed, his voice taught with pain. "But they just start stinging again the second they're out of the water... hurts like a bitch Dean."

"I know, it's okay, here, the sink's full, lower your head." He pushed on Sam's back and moved one hand on his forehead to guide him down to the water, helping his brother get his eyes submersed. He heard a sigh as hot eyes met cool water, and felt his brothers shoulders relax.

"Better?"

"Yeah, thanks." Sam's arms shook slightly as he held his face in the sink, blinking his eyes underneath the water.

"Okay, can you stand there a bit, while I get some stuff for your face?" Dean stepped back slightly, his hands hovering close to his brother cautiously.

"I think so."

Dean patted him gently on the shoulder and headed out of the bathroom, grabbing two towels as he went and throwing them onto the nearest bed. Setting up two pillows at the head, he grabbed a bag and fished around for their first aid kit. Pulling out cotton wool and tape, he stared for a couple of seconds at the ingredients on a tube of salve, and threw that onto the bed too.

"Dean?" His brothers uncertain call came from the bathroom, and Dean started up from the bed.

"I'm here, I'm coming..." He entered the bathroom just in time to see Sam tilt to the side, his hands still gripping the basin as he swayed.

"Whoa!" Dean darted forward and wrapped his arms firmly around his brothers chest from behind, feeling Sam's knees buckle.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Sam muttered, struggling to gain his footing, water droplets flicking from his sopping hair.

"Come on, let's get you lying down, I have some cotton I'll soak to put against your eyes." Dean shifted his grip and supported his brother out of the small room. Eyes still shut, Sam held onto Dean and reached out his hands when he felt the bed hit his shins. Shakily he pulled himself onto the bed and lay back, Dean's hand resting on his chest. He watched Sam's eyelids quiver and then open, tears leaking onto his cheeks and aggravating raw skin. Slowly, Sam's gaze tracked over to Dean, and he smiled tightly.

"Never been so glad to see your ugly mug."

Dean grinned, a knot somewhere deep in his stomach loosening. "Never been so glad to hear you insult my good looks on account of your burning jealousy."

Sam laughed, breathing out evenly through his mouth and reaching up to press the sides of his head.

"Still stinging?" Dean asked, as he grabbed two of the cotton wool pads and headed for the bathroom.

"Yeah. It's really potent whatever it is, it feels like my skin's been taken off." He touched his face with a cautious finger and winced.

Dean sat down on the edge of the bed again, soaked cotton pads in his hands. "It's not too bad, you're grazed, and there's still some stuff I have to get off your neck. Close your eyes."

He placed the cool pads over Sam's eyes, watching his brother relax with relief. Taking a third cotton pad and leaning forward, he delicately started wiping at Sam's face, cleaning all remnants of the stick goo away from his skin. Revealing raw and tender skin, he pressed a comforting palm to Sam's chest as he worked, patting every time his brother flinched. Moving to clean less damaged areas of Sam's neck, he snorted quietly in amusement.

"What?" Sam asked, blindly batting out a hand and gripping Dean's arm.

"Dude," Dean grinned, "you got slimed."

"Great," Sam replied with mock indignation, "where are the Ghostbusters when you need them?"

"We *are* the Ghostbusters!" Dean answered gleefully. He paused for a second, and then added, "but with a way cooler car."

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Requestor: evil_little_dog
Fandom: Simon & Simon
Character: AJ
Comment: I watched the pilot ep in prep for this and once i'd decided how i wanted to whump it was great fun to write! Can't resist a bit of hypothermia and mouth-to-mouth, me. :P The only difficulty i had with this one was finding a decent place to stop! Eventually, i painted what i hope was a sweet scene at the end, and left it there. Oh, and some might see hints of slash... but it wasn't my intention, just brotherly affection. :)

Rick stood panting at the end of the dockyard pontoon, hands on thighs, as the speedboat he had been chasing sent up rucks of water and sped out to sea. Standing right on the edge and peering through the darkness of the night, he could see AJ's figure highlighted against the orange cabin light. Biting his lip he watched helplessly as his brother struggled with a figure on the boat. Abruptly the ship stopped, rocking hard, and another figure moved from the front of the boat to the back.

"AJ!" Rick hollered, throwing his jacket aside, rolling back on his heels and then throwing himself forward into a dive into the ocean. The cold took the remainder of his breath away, and he broke the surface gasping. Striking out for the boat, he gulped mouthfuls of air when he could and stole glances at the speedboat ahead. He was still over 10 metres away when, through the half-light, he saw a figure heaved over the side of the boat into the ocean.

Spitting water, Rick hollered his brother's name again. The speedboat jerked in the water and took off, spraying ocean back at him and kicking up rolling waves that made their way towards him. He swam onwards, stopping every time a wave approached to ride it out. The drone of the speedboat faded gradually, leaving only the thick deadly sound of the ocean in Rick's ears. Just at the moment he feared he was no longer swimming in the right direction, his hand struck something soft and he grabbed onto a fistful of shirt.

Murmuring his brothers name desperately, he rolled AJ face-up in the water and shook him. Treading water and holding one hard up against his brother's back to support him, he pressed a finger against his neck. Nothing.

"Oh jesus, oh god..." Rick twisted to look back at the pontoon, and then looped an arm around AJ's chest and starting kicking hard for the docks. Despite glancing back several times, Rick still banged his head against the pontoon when they finally made it back. Taking one look at the height that the walkway was floating out of the water, he changed direction and dragged AJ around the nearest boat, searching for the ladder. Patting AJ's chest absent mindedly, he swung him round and got a grip on his arm. Hastily climbing the ship's ladder, he sat at the top and hauled on AJ's arm, grabbing under his armpits when he could and heaving his limp form over the side.

Paying little attention to delicacy, he dumped AJ on the floor of the boat and fell to his knees beside him, tipping his brothers head back. One hand on AJ's neck and the other pinching his nose closed, he bent down and breathed firmly into his brothers mouth. Staring down at AJ's chest, he saw it rise. Breaking off and taking a deep breath, he bent down and breathed for his brother again. Leaning back and staring at the sky momentarily, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, "please AJ..."

Leaning down for the third time he breathed again, firmly pushing air into his little brothers lungs and then jerking back as he felt a resisting force. AJ spluttered, his eyes popping open and throat emitting a harsh whining noise. Rick let out a broken laugh of relief, quickly pulling his brother over onto his side and giving him a whack on the back.

AJ coughed and choked, spraying sea-water from his lungs all over the deck, struggling to take in air through waterlogged airways. Sopping hair covering his face, his chest constricted as he tried to pull in air in between coughs, his each breath making a desperate whining noise. Rick rubbed AJ's back gently, feeling his cold skin trembling under his thin shirt, "You're okay little brother, you're okay, just breath slowly."

AJ's hands found Rick's knees and gripped hard, slowing his breathing. Rick peered down in the darkness, "Hey."

"Hey," AJ croaked.

"That was some leap you took there, on to that boat," Rick said softly, putting a protective hand on his brothers head.

"Yeah," AJ agreed, coughing.

"Your planning however," Rick continued, "leaves something to be desired."

He heard what might have been a miserable laugh from somewhere down where AJ was lying. He smiled and patted his brother on the back, "You think you can get up? The boat's not far from here."

AJ didn't answer, but he struggled unsteadily to his hands and knees, and Rick wrapped an arm around his waist to help him to his feet. Against Rick's adrenaline-heated skin, AJ was stone cold and shivering hard. They slowly made their way from the boat back onto the pontoon, AJ's gaze dazed and his limbs uncoordinated. Once onto the flat wood, Rick guided AJ as fast as he could back to his own boat, worried at his brothers pale skin.

Finally pushing in the little wooden door of the boats cabin, Rick flicked on the lights and all but carried his brother over to the sofa. Grabbing all the blankets from his bed and throwing them around AJ's shaking shoulders, he grabbed for his brothers shirt and broke all the buttons in his haste to take get the cold fabric off. Looking sickly, AJ let out a shaky laugh, "Easy tiger."

Rick snorted in response, pulling the wet shirt from AJ's shoulders and hauling his legs up onto the sofa. Pushing AJ's ineffective hands aside, he popped his trousers button and then grabbed the ankles of his jeans, pulling them off with one yank. "Underwear off and wrap up in the blankets," he instructed, turning away to give his brother a little privacy as he reached for the kettle and the phone at the same time.

By the time Dr McGill reached the little boat, everything was quiet. Peering in one of the tiny windows and wiping away a thin layer of salt, he stared down at the sofa. Soft orange lights flickered across the inside of the cabin, reflecting off AJ's wet hair. He was bundled up in layers of blankets, his chest rising and falling in sleep. He was wrapped safely in the warm arms of his brother, Rick's eyes closed with one hand still curled around the phone.

The Doctor smiled, almost sorry to wake them, and lifted a hand to knock on the door.

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Requestor: spockish_girl
Fandom: St:tos
Character: Jim
Comforter: Spock or Bones or both
Comment: Gah, this wasn't nearly as evil as i had planned it, lol. I have satisfied myself by imagining the kind of complications that might arise later, hehe. >:P

Taking a final gulp of air and clenching his eyes shut tight, Kirk was dragging beneath the surface, putrid swamp flowing thickly over his head. With his hand still outstretched for help he wasn't sure would come, he kicked upwards - an exercise already proven futile. Sinking fast, his hand went under and he panicked, thrashing wildly, feeling pieces of debris amongst the slime scraping his skin. The thick stuff surrounding him went up his nose, plugged his ears, pushed at his mouth as his chest constricted from lack of air. He felt something brush past his head and stopped moving, lifting his face skyward. It was gone, and the gloop around him shifted upwards slightly as if pulled away. With his chest heaving, Jim tried to push away the sound of his own pulse booming in his ears, tried to resist the temptation to open his mouth and take into a lungful of dirt.
Long seconds passed, the pain in his chest swarmed up round his neck and over his head, feeling as if it would explode through his eyes if he didn't breathe. His body shaking, he opened his mouth.

Bones hauled hard on the rope in his hands, another officer behind him grunting with the same exertion, both of them feeling the swamp's pull on the other end. With a final heave Spock's feet emerged and the swamp gave a disgusting sucking pop as the rest of him followed. Bones leapt forward and grabbed for his friends arms, pulling on his shoulders and twisting him to get his face up to the air. Spitting gunk from his mouth, Spock brought a drenched and spluttering Captain Kirk to the edge of the patch of rippling ground. Together he and Bones dragged their Captain onto solid ground, the swamp fighting valiantly to reclaim him and eventually retreating with only a single Starfleet issue boot.

"Breathe evenly now Jim," Bones instructed, placing a hand on his friends shoulder and grabbing for his water-bottle. Waiting until Kirk's coughs had subsided, he poured the water over his head, wiping down his face gently and clearing his eyes.

"You okay Spock?" he asked, looking over to the Vulcan.

"I am fine," Spock was drinking from a water bottle offered by the other officer, washing off his own face in the process. "The Captain?"

Bones look down at Jim's considerably cleaner face, watching his friend's chest heaving from a need to reclaim lost oxygen. "Jim?"

His eyes flickering open and a hand pressed to his pounding head, Jim looking up at the Doctor and tried to nod, "I'll be fine." He punctuated the statement with another raft of coughs, rolling to his side in exhaustion. "Nothing a good hose-down wouldn't cure," he added, staring at hands coated in dirt and muck from the swamp.

"Yes, you're certainly not getting into my sickbay like that," Bones pursed his lips, staring at Spock.

Spock frowned slightly, "Doctor, is it entirely prudent to be concerned with the appearance of your medical area in light of the personal safety and wellbeing of the Captain of your ship?"

"Certainly it is!" Bones exclaimed angrily. "Have you seen what this stuff does to fabric?" he rubbed his uniform where the swamp gunk had turned it an ugly brown colour. "I'd be scrubbing the floors for weeks!"

Jim laughed, his throat raw and the sound grating slightly as he rolled onto his back again. "Don't worry Doctor, I promise not to get dirt on your sickbay floors. In fact," and he struggled to sit up, "all I need is a cleanup and a new set of clothes and I'll be fine."

"Oh no you don't," Bones pressed a palm to Jim's chest and effortlessly pushed him back to the ground. "You swallowed a whole load of that stuff, and there's no telling what's in it. You may need a cleanup, but you need a checkup too."

With that he spoke into his communicator. "Four to beam up..." he looked over at Spock and Jim, casting a distasteful eye over their mud-covered form, "...to the cargo bay."

Jim glanced over at Spock just before they dematerialised, and let out a laugh at the Vulcan's expression of hurt dignity.

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Requestor: myhappyface
Fandom: Xfiles
Character: Doggett
Comment: So technically she didn't request it, but i requested it for her. Merry Christmas you, hope you like. :* (also, completely aware that Doggett may have only had a desk and not an office. Wrote it that way anyway. :P)

Pushing open Doggett's office door and finding him drooped forlornly at his desk, Scully pulled a sympathetic face and made her way across to him. He looked up, one hand pressed to a gash on his forehead, the other holding blood-soaked tissues under his nose. Rounding his desk, Dana sighed in half-hearted exasperation and tipped his chin up with her hand to get a better look at the damage.

"Well," she said, gently prising a piece of errant tissue out of his hair, "you look suitably miserable."

"Are you kidding?" Doggett rasped, his voice catching as his lip curled in pain, "this is my happy face."

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Requestor: knights_13
Fandom: Kf:tlc
Character: Peter
Whump: "Something mind altering but leaves him conscious - even if he's not coherent. You can play with that however you wish - drugs, concussion, intense pain, blood loss..."
Comforter: "Kermit would be an option, or Jordan - Caine would be an option IF he does NOT have a instant, magical, OMG I'm overdramatic and stealing the spotlight back off of Peter because this is supposed to be my show fix."
Comment: Way shorter and less evil than i had hoped... i hope it's okay for a little enjoyment at least! And because i think i was too tired and lacking inspiration when i got to writing this one, i ended up unconsciously working a few of your whump-requests into Snowy's kf:tlc fic, so hopefully you can enjoy that one too. :D

"Peter? What the hell are you doing out here?" A blast of warm air and the rowdy chatter of an evening pub crowd followed Kermit through the door into the dark back alley, and he slipped off his sunglasses. Resting a cautious hand on his gun holster, he stepped forward, towards the faint figure flattened up against the wall a few metres away. "Peter?"

"I just couldn't get the numbers in the right places so i had to get out..."

Kermit frowned, picking up the faintly manic words spoken by his friend, and striding up to where he stood. Peter jerked violently in surprise, sliding along the brick wall away from Kermit, his eyes wide, "No no no it's too messy already you'll get tangled up!"

"Peter!" Kermit reached out for his friend's shoulder, grasping them hard and peering at his face. Peter grappled with Kermit's arms, pushing against his chest and making a harsh grating sound in the back of his throat, "You can't, you can't get out of that because it's too complicated, there's stuff everywhere you can't push it away..."

"Jesus you've been spiked, Peter listen to me, we've got to get you home," He shook his friend hard, listening to a guttural laugh building up in Peters throat. It burst out in little manic spatterings, tears clinging to eyelashes as the younger Detective slid slowly to the ground.

Going down with him, Kermit placed a hand on his friends burning forehead, "Peter we need to get you home, stand up."

"Mmm," Peter murmured, pedaling his legs slightly in recognition. "I feel a bit sick."

Wondering where the hysteria of a couple of seconds ago had gone, Kermit wound a fist into Peter's shirt, "Just don't puke on me kid, you'll be alright." Heaving the younger man to his feet, he struggled for a decent grip around his waist.

"You okay?" Kermit asked, as Peter whimpered quietly at his side.

"I just don't want to get tangled..." the reply was muttered to no-one in particular, as Peter held his hand out in front of him for a second, then dropped it.

"I won't let you get tangled," Kermit replied firmly, shifting them both forward towards the main street, clutching Peter close.

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Requestor: dknightshade
Fandom: Firefly
Character: Mal
Comforter: Zoe
Comment: This was the last one to get started, and i thought i'd fluff it because it was so late at night. But it turned out better than i was expecting! For some reason i had to fight hard for it not to turn into an all-out comedy, but won the battle in the end i think. Kinda nervous writing it for you, your Firefly fic has been awesome. Hope you enjoy! :D

"Wouldn't do for you to deny us our right percentage, what with us having your Captain by the throat an' all, now would it?"

Mal made a sound like a strangled bird and coughed, his head bent back at an unnatural angle by the heftiest of the party - a blade pressed to his throat and his arm wrenched up behind his back. Zoe and the rest of the crew stood poised opposite their Captain and his attackers, their guns drawn.

"And how much percent would you ask," Zoe asked, her jaw clenched but her voice calm.

"A hundred," the dirt-smothered man standing slightly ahead of the rest replied, baring yellow teeth.

"Well you ain't gettin' it, that ain't no right percent," Jayne said, raising his gun. Furrowing his brow, he turned to Zoe and whispered, "how much is a hundred percent?"

"All of it," Zoe muttered through gritted teeth. She motioned her head towards Mal, "Kill him."

"What?" the yellow-toothed man said, suspicion stealing his expression.

"Garck?" Mal croaked, his eyebrows raised and eyes wide.

Zoe shrugged. "Always quite fancied the look of his boots. And my right percentage sure looks a lot rosier with him out of the way. Kill him, then I'll kill you, and take all of the haul and the payment too." She thumbed the trigger on her gun and took a step closer.

The bluff and the move was enough. The yellow-toothed man went for his gun, Mal elbowed his captor in the gut and his crew dived for cover.
The firefight didn't last long, with their opposition inexperienced and Zoe driven to speed by the sight of Mal's legs sticking out from behind an overturned table. Still crouched low and holding her gun ready, she sprinted for him, pulling the table aside and falling by his side. He lay on his back, hands gripping his throat tight, slick blood sliding between his fingers.

"Sir!" With a quick glance around her to assure her Jayne was covering her back, Zoe dropped her gun and made a grab for a fallen figure nearby, unsheathing her knife and ripping some of his shirt. Turning back to her Captain and folding the fabric into a long even strip, she hastily threaded it under his neck and then held each end out.

"Let go Sir," she instructed. His face pale, he whipped his hands away and Zoe was relieved to see that the cut wasn't as bad as she had feared. Nonetheless, it oozed blood, and she quickly wrapped the strip of shirt tight around his neck, folding a piece double over the wound and winding it around his neck again. Watching his face and ensuring she didn't tie it too tight, she folded the ends over securely and placed a hand over the bandage, "Hell of a time to leave the Doc behind Sir."

Mal coughed slightly, his throat compressed and throbbing, "Ain't that the truth. How bad is it?"

"Think we're alright Sir, just need to get it stitched fast. Best go right now, we can make it to the ship in a few minutes."

Painfully swallowing down nausea, Mal grunted in agreement. "The haul?"

Zoe glanced back at the crew, "We can leave Jayne to round it up and retrieve our payment. Can you stand?"

Mal placed a palm on the ground and another protectively around his throat, pushing to get into a sitting position. Zoe moved around behind him and grabbed under his arms, helping him to unsteady feet and threading his arm over her shoulder. Mal closed his eyes for a second, his weight increasing on Zoe. "Alright Sir?"

"Think so," he replied, his voice raw and strained. "Jayne," he croaked over at the man, " round up the haul and find our pay. We'll come back for you."

Book joined them at Mal's side, shadowing them as Zoe guided her Captain out into the blazing sun. Clutching onto her as the desert shimmered in front of him and his balance threatened to throw him to the ground, Mal threw a glance in her direction, "Always fancied the look of his boots?"

The rest of the crew clambered into the back of their transport as Zoe pressed a supportive hand to Mal's back, and patted his leg as he settled amongst his friends, "They're nice boots Sir."
Leaning back against Book, Mal laughed.

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Requestor: selmak
Fandom: House
Character: Dr Cox from Scrubs
Comment: Gordon Bennet woman, i have *no* idea what i was doing with this. I just hope that i've not completely destroyed any picture you had in your head of these two fandoms colliding. :P This is season one House, as i've only seen two eps, and they're from that season. (also, apologies it's not terribly whumpy, but i was having difficulty working that into a short snippet that also included House in any way that i thought i could script)

"Listen, when the two of you have finished going back and forth with your incredibly adorable but oh so boring banter," Dr Cox's hands twitched as if he wanted to gesticulate wildly, "perhaps you could figure out what's wrong with me?"

House and Chase stared down at their patient, somewhat fearfully in Chase's case. He glared back at them with an expression of furious distaste entirely unfitting for a man attached to a canula and IV, pale and exhausted after several days of an illness that was confounding the medical staff.

"Well, symptoms indicate you're... menopausal?" Chase pulled a slightly worried expression, glancing to his right at Dr House.

Dr Cox narrowed his eyes at the young doctor, "Oh, well done Cynthia." Chase blinked, failing to wipe the look of puzzlement from his face.

House rolled his eyes and pointed to the door. "Go," he instructed at Chase and then added before the younger man could put down the chart, "and take his chart with you."

Turning to his patient as Chase left, House moved forward a few steps and settled his weight on his cane. "At least menopausal mood swings would go some way to explaining your attitude. You altered your chart."

"Well unless a daily visit from the nurse with the bedpan is your idea of fun," Cox began, "it's the only way to squeeze a bit of entertainment..."

"No," House interrupted loudly, lifting his cane and whacking it with a jarring clang on the rails of his patients bed. "You are so busy weaving this facade of control, you are missing the point, and you are interfering with the practice of the Doctors you now depend on - whether you like or not you depend on them, and you depend on me."

Cox snarled, his face pale and lips thin, "Lord save me. Are you going to beat away the germs with your little stick?"

House leaned in close, "you'd better hope so, because with you sending your Doctors off chasing phantom symptoms, it's the only hope we have of keeping you alive. You're my patient now, and whether you like it or not I'm going to find out what's wrong with you and cure it, so don't get in my way."
He about-turned and limped out of the room, waiting for a snide response that never came.

Cox watched him go, trying to ignore the heavy pain in his chest as he fiddled with the bed sheets in shaking fingers. Taking as deep a breath as he could, he looked around the room for a second and then remembered where the chart had gone. Irritated, he closed his eyes. He had been planning on coming down with the black plague next.

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Ooh, and for christmas on Lj, vespurrs got me a delicious cookie, and evil_little_dog wrote me an adorable Simon & Simon whumpfic!

Well, i hope you're all having a fantastic Christmas day. Xmas Eve was lovely for me, i helped my mum make her trifle and then the stuffing, we decorated the table ready for todays meal, and i took regular breaks from writing fic to go and squeeze christmas presents under the tree! That has all been interspersed with the odd episode of various shows to help with inspiring the whumpfics, and eps of Space Precinct and Dr Quinn Medicine Woman as those seasons gradully download on my computer. Oh Sully, your hair makes my world a better place.
And yesterday me and dad went to Waitrose - a chain of supermarket with a store near Sidmouth, which is about 40mins from us. We don't go often because it's expensive, but it's a wonderful store. They have friendly staff, a clean and bright shop, some great fair-trade standards, excellent food... it's just a really great chain store compared to most others, so we bought all our specific Christmas-meal stuff there. The queues went right around the store and it took us 25mins to get to the tills! But the staff were handing out chocolates along the way, and we had fun.

This morning we're just back from Exeter Cathedral's morning church thing (we're not religious, but my parents enjoy the choir and the tradition) and this was the first time i tried it. And my god, i am never going again. :s We're back now for a cup of tea and BLT lunch, maybe some present opening, and then Xmas Dinner later on (i have three types of amazing deserts from Waitrose). To finish off this post, here's two bits of festiveness in photos. Our tree on Christmas Eve, my computer at night with seasonal blue-star LEDs that i bought for my comp at work, and The Saint scratched into the frost on our car on a cold morning. :P

I'd love to see all your trees (or however you decorate for the season), if you find time to post photographs into your Lj (i'll be checking all your journals tonight or tomorrow to catch on festivities and fics), or in comments here. Merry Christmas everyone. :D

I'll be gone when you need me...

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 18:29:13 GMT

Well hey, if you ever need someone to just disappear in a completely ninja-like and without-a-bye-or-leave type way, you know just who to call don't you? I still don't have time to come back to Lj in any full-time way, but a recent dose of crack from my very own Anonymouse Santa has inspired me to come back for Christmas and briefly spread some festive whumping joy. Because Christmas is populated by all kinds of pointy stab-worthy things, like icicles, reindeer antlers and christmas-tree stars... it would really be a pity to waste them. >:D

So, i am taking requests for:

~ Festive Whumpfic Gifts! ~
I know, most boring title ever. I couldn't think of anything witty. This doesn't bode well for the fics does it? Anyway - the idea is (and i'm sure a few of you may be doing this on your lj's too) that everyone on my Friendslist can request a Festive Whumpfic from me, in any fandom you like (i can write most anything, but i'll let you know if i *seriously* don't think i can write the one you choose, and you can choose again). Fics will likely be tiny snapshots of pain, anything from a paragraph to a page long, and those fandoms i don't know will likely be smaller fics. Feel free to check with me first as to whether i know a fandom, if you want a slightly longer fic.

Fics will be posted in a dedicated entry on Christmas day, or i can post earlier upon request if you're not allowed to access the net on that day.

Fics will be whump-focused, there will be much blood-spitting, limb crunching, teeth-gritting goodness, and all characters will be left thoroughly battered. If you want to you can specify details such as the character you want whumped, type of injury, characters involved in comforting... whatever you like.

Comment in this post with your requests! I'll take requests up to the end of the 23rd Dec.

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Whee, whumpfic! I'm all excited at the prospect now (and a little scared that i either won't be able to write anything, or they'll be rubbish when i do). Quick, a hasty update on what's been happening to me: Work is going very well, i've been doing so good this year that my boss is getting me managerial training early in 2008 and making me SEO Manager! Awesome! My Psych course for this year is over, i got my results last week and to my surprise i got a Distinction again. 94% in my exam! Crikey. Next year is Biological Psychology and it starts February. I have a personal trainer (how incredibly posh of me, but it's surprisingly affordable) who is helping me build muscles (hee), and i now work out four times a week. The pigtails necessary for chest-presses and lycra necessary for sweat wick-age make me look like a pr0ny schoolgirl. Ahwells. My finances are doing really well, i've just signed up for a pension, am paying off my student debt as fast as i can and building an emergency fund. Next year i have to move out, and will probably have to settle for a house-share in beautiful Budleigh Salterton.

Ttoo many new fandoms to cover, but getting my attention at the moment are Blood Ties, Moonlight, and The Streets of San Francisco, for which i have launched a fansite: www.thestreetsofsanfrancisco.net (omg steve keller, how are you so hot?)

Right, this is a post-and-run. I really hope you are all doing well, i've been thinking about you all even though i've not been here. If there's anything that's happened that you want me to share in, please comment or link me to a post you want me to read - sorry to ask you to do that, but it's the best i can do for now!

::gallops off with limbs-a-flailing::

::gallops about screaming and gnawing furniture::

Sat, 19 May 2007 17:12:50 GMT

I'll try and summon something more than "omgsqueeeeee ::flailcollapse::", but it's going to be tough.

::scrabbles at desk with claws:: Ggrraawwrrrrr! I was so wound up waiting to watch this, by the time the 'the story so far' came on i was nearly at the point of chewing my own arm off with tension. And man, the episode didn't help! I was so shocked they *actually* killed Sam, that it felt like i spent the first five minutes hyperventilating. I just thought they were playing with us, with the ending of 21, and he'd wake up in hospital or something, or the YED would turn up and save him for some eeeevil plan.
But no, we got his dead body looking damn deaditty dead, and Dean looking like this was it, like this was the moment he cracked in two and his sanity fell off the face of the earth. And surely, it was, because he would have done that devil's deal even if he got no time at all, i know it.

For some reason i loved the fact that Dean has Sam's body lying there, set all peaceful, and yet he knew and we knew that if he tried to lift Sam's hand or something it'd be set with rigor mortis, and his skin would be deathly cold. His calm face, tipped to the side to look at Dean, was this terrible gentle deception, something Dean was clinging to desperately.

The other part i adored, was when the YED had Dean up against the gravestone, and was whispering to him about Sam not being quite Sam anymore. That view of Dean staring at Sam as poisonous things are fed to him, as the YED spreads fear and doubt between the brothers, to make them distrust and lose their strength. Wait, i might have to screencap, i love that moment so much...

And then, as the YED finishes his bit about Sammy not being 100% himself, Dean's mouth twitches as if he's trying to summon a joke, something snarky and rebellious, to show this bastard he's not scared, but it stutters across his face like a grimace, fails, and he says nothing at all.

Bobby was fantastic, also. I love: "are you that screwed up in the head?!", and how much he seems to love those boys and fear for Dean.
And overall i think the dynamics between Bobby&Dean and Sam&Dean were so satisfying, because Dean was in a such a state that for once they could see that vulnerability and were able to go softer on him, rather than just rage and rage and then leave. Dean makes it so easy for people to leave, because he blocks them out. But mostly in this episode his walls were failing, and Bobby and Sam (in the end scene for Sam) were getting glimpses of how fragile he was. How desperate he was, and how that led him to do the things that would otherwise make them so angry.

And perhaps the thing i found the saddest (and my god wasn't this episode just one concentrated helping of sad) was how terribly relieved Dean was at the end of the ep, as they gathered around the car. His smiles were geniune, he looked energised and happy, and ready to get stuck in to things again. Because whereas he can't deal with the idea that Sam could be at risk, or dead, or hurt, he can deal with his own suffering - to an extent that it helps him. To know he's the one in danger, he can cope with that. The peril he is now in means he is constantly paying the debt he feels he owes to his family. Every second he lives now is one less second of his year, and one second in the payment he is making for his brother. His purpose.

This coming season is going to be one *hell* of a lesson in characters, i can't wait to see where they go next! Now then, when the hell is the first episode airing...?

And for those who don't want spoiled, but just want to know whether it's something to look forward to or not? Let's just say that, dudes, it was fucking awesome, and after that i am looking forward to season three SO much more!

And hooray for siluria coming to visit me sometime in juuuuune! We shall eats sweets and have pancakes and watch Mag7 so i can see Perlman in a cowboy hat. Mmmmmm.

dang and blast

Fri, 18 May 2007 18:05:01 GMT

Well, i came back to a fully downloaded Spn ep22, only to find it was a bastard of a duff file planted by some fuck-ass jackfucks who have nothing better to do than make people irritated enough to kill them ded. Don't worry, i haven't actually killed anyone. I don't know where they live.

So, while i start again with the downloading, we need some more quotes from my work:

Me: "I can't barter, I get guilty. Sometimes if they're friendly i want to pay them more. It goes the other way. 'Here, have a tip'."
Phil: "Don't eat yellow snow."
Me: "Oh ha ha. We don't get snow here, that's not even useful. You could at least make it something useful. Like..."
Phil: "...?"
Me: "... i can't think of anything."
Phil: "Don't look a gift horse in the mouse. In the mouse??"
Me: "Don't look a gift horse in the mouse!?"
Phil: "It's a strange one i know."
Me: "Is it because the gift horses don't like you looking at their mice? Stop staring at my mouse."
Phil: "That's my mouse..."
Me: "...get your own."

phil: "You're brain is as...erm..."
me: "I thought you were going to say something like 'your brain is as squishy as the rest of you', or something."
phil: "Yes, well, i don't know, i've not squished you recently."
me: "Ahaha, "i've not squished you recently.."."
phil: "I think you'd have noticed... I'd have to do it secretly. Yes, I waited 'til you were asleep on the sofa sometime and then came up and squished you."
mark: "Isn't that illegal?"

[to phil, about a form he just printed for him]
night-freight man: "That's perfect. Just like you Sir."

Nigel: "If we don't do your site well, you'll go around telling people we're cowboys and we don't want that."
Me: ::looks down at cowboy boots::

Dave: "Have you got the menu? What does it look like?"
Nigel: "It's a white piece of paper with text on it, but that's not important right now."

[Dave talking about football and trying to sound important]
Dave: "It was nice when we went there and got the use of a box"
Nigel: "We didn't get a box."
Dave: "Well we walked through a box to get to our seats."
Nigel: "We walked past the box to get to our seats."

::electronic ding::
Phil: [looks around, and up, confused]
Me: "Come in?"
Phil: [to Dave] "Have you got new gadgets or something?"
Dave: "Just this little feller."
Me: "A Mitac Mio! Did you get it turned on yet?"
Phil: "Dave can turn anything on. Women want to be with him, men want to be him."

Phil: "Nigel's staring at me for some reason."
Dave: "That's because you're a freak."

Dave: "And did you let him know this?"
Phil: "Huh?"
Dave: "What?"
Phil: "Eh??"

Me: "Team Design, Activate!"

Phil: "Sociable Bookmark Links, Activate!"

Phil: "I can see all obsticles in my way..."
Me: "Lobsticles??"
Phil: "Yes, lobsticles. They're like obsticles but they're made of lobsters."

[talking about me being happy John Barrowman is marrying his boyfriend soon]
nigel: "why is that something you want?"
me: "why do you guys think lesbian sex is hot? For women.. gay sex is just so hot."
nigel: [looking freaked out] "i'm leaving."
dave: [also looking reaked out] "so am i!"
me: "leaving together eh?"
dave+nigel: "ARGH!"

nigel: "It was a good meeting, if not terribly focused. ::laughs:: Phil would say something, and then the client and i would go off on a little story, and then Phil would say something else, and we'd go off on another story..."
phil: "Yes, and it was like, he'd say "i'm running out of time" and then you'd go off on a little story about running out of time."

::thunk::
::phil peers down at the floor, looking for something::
me: "did a bit of you fall off?"
phil: "i've dropped my ball."

[nigel is putting a golf ball towards a cup, after daves repeated claims of how good he as is at this, since doing it all day. every time nigel gets a good shot, dave says his were better. nigel hits the ball in again...]
nigel: "Wahey!"
dave: "Yeah well. when i hit one it stayed in the cup."
phil: "Yeah well. When i hit one earlier a woman orgasmed next door."

And if i ever wrote a book? It would be about this...

'Gordon Bennett & the Server of DOOM!'
Gordon Bennett is no ordinary cat, he's a cheshire cat, meaning he can't wear red. Despite this disability, and the fact that his claws make an awful sound on his keyboard, he nevertheless manages one of the biggest server centers in the UK and handles thousands of clientelle a week. But one day, Gordon's server rebels, sucks him into its circuitry, and shoves the Scottish cat into a journey that will make him wish he hadn't eaten so many donuts the night before.

Does the phrase 'gordon bennett' translate humourously into Americanese?
Our server guy is called Gordon, is scottish, rotund, and i totally want to make him into a cheshire. The End. Again.

(faster BitTorrent, FASTER!)

sweet anticimipation

Fri, 18 May 2007 10:23:48 GMT

My body might be here at work, but my brain is back home staring at my progressing download of Spn's final episode, watching that bar creeeep across the screen. Deeeeeean! Saaaaaam! Impaaaaaaaala! ::wails and gnashes teeth::

So to get us through this traumatic, trialling time, let's have to recent comments from my workplace (i have better ones, but they're all at home. maybe i'll share them later after work, if i'm still waiting for the download):

Me: "I need brain implants so i can control my computer using my mind."
Phil: "You need what?"
Me: "Brain implants."
Phil: "I thought you said something about needing pants."
Me: "Yes, i need a brain in pants."
Phil: "So basically, you need a man?"

Nigel: "...maybe it's time to get our diaries together..."
Phil: "What good will getting their diaries together do?"
Me: "Well maybe they'll..."
Phil: "...mate? And have a little notebook."

Mark: "Dave, when you have 5 minutes, can i have 7 to 10 minutes to talk about something?"
Me: "You know, that's really not going to work."

[discussing finding a worker part-time work]
Dave: "I'm sure you could pick up an 18 year old..."
Nigel: "I assure you, i've tried, and i can't."
Dave: "Why does it always come out WRONG!?"

Me: "My chair sounds like a duck!"

I won't share the conversation me and Phil had about singing leopardskin thongs. Because, disturbing. Oh, and we got a baby Grand Piano last night. Hee. I can play Chitty Chitty Bang Bang already, which my coworker this morning informed me was about blokes in the army getting sex. I think i'll sing it with more gusto now.

I can maintain this silence NO LONGERerer...

Wed, 16 May 2007 17:20:19 GMT

...because:

a: supernatural's last episode is this week SQUEE!
2: heroes last episodes is next week AAAIIE!
f: my heart is being eaten alive by my new fandom obsession.
98: i had to tell someone about how many layers of thermal underwear i was wearing in bed last night.

So, i am going to be posting this, checking back on a few pages of Flist to see how you all are, and answering old comments. Psych essay bedamned, tonight i... TAKE BACK THE INTERNET!! Rawr!

So, first things first, before my brain asplodes, i must tell you about the glorious love that is "Beauty & The Beast". Or as i know it, "Some Woman & OMG HIS SNOUT GSNARLG NNGSNRGF JFDSAUIH GAJ!"
The former may be catchier, but the latter is truest to my heart.

So yes, i have been spending the last month or so stuck to my television screen with drool, watching sweet heroic angstful Vincent battle the world above, prejudices against his look (what is going on there?? He's fucking gorgeous! The only thing he has to be worried about is being savaged by hoardes of fangirls on the streets of NY), and roars deliciously when he loses control. And inbetween i'm sure he sleeps sometimes, and washes (mmm), and probably eats but we've never seen him do it. Maybe the fangs make it messy. Anyway, for those that don't know this show it's an eighties modern reworking of the traditional fairy tale, played out in NY with Vincent as the Beast (Ron Perlman SQUEE!) living underneath the city in a secret network of tunnels where he is safe. Season one just got released on dvd, and i've just managed to order the rest of the seasons bootleg, so i don't have to wait for the officials to watch all the other eps. Whumping ahoy in season three, wheee!!

Iconnage:

Everytime he snarls, i lose all coherant thought and try to eat my tv. Cleft lips for the win.

And omg Supernatural!! Re penultimate episode: NooooooooooooooooOOOooooOOOoooOOoooooOOO!! Omg omg omg ::jiggles:: I can't wait for tomorrow night. I'm going to get up at 3am and start downloading, so i can maybe watch it before i go to work on Friday if i'm lucky. Dean! Sam! Impala! ::heaves desk out window::

In other news: i have an Archos 604 personal media player for watching eps of stuff on the move, it's very shiny. Parents bought me a tent for my birthday, still choosing, but looking at a Terra Nova Laser Competition, weighing in at 1kg. Also shiny. And work is killing me ded, i am training a new employee who is vastly under-qualified and i'm going slowly insane.

The end.

::sigh::

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 09:11:59 GMT

Dudes, i am being entirely crap. I didn't get back to lj when i said i would in my last post, i'm so sorry. Looks like it's best to presume i'm taking a haitus, as study is three weeks behind, and RL is playing havoc. I miss you all like heck, and i desperately want to share with you all which eighties series is currently responsible for ripping out my heart and leaving it bloody and squelchy in front of my tv (why do i keep watching these shows?? i must be some kind of masochist), but i don't want to post if i can't keep up with my flist. So, back to the books for now, and i'll get back to lj when things have calmed down somewhat!

I'll still be emailing plenty (particularly to dknightshade who has emailed me the most wonderful bouts of stargate fanfic feedback, which i keep rereading to get that grin back on my face!), so get in touch if you want a chat. And i'm going to check older comments now and reply to any that are still relevant. Stay well, you lot. :* (that was a leetle kees for joo)

there was no Jack Sparrow, and i threw up alot. yeesh.

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 21:21:42 GMT

On my way back home from Belize, through Miami, a nice gentleman who lives in the Bahamas said to me, "I'm sure you'll be disappointed to hear that the UK is having a cold-streak at the moment."

Disappointed?! After ten days of sweating and blistering (literally) with the heat, i was about bloody ready to move into my refrigerator! So to say it was hot is an understatement - stepping off the plane in Belize City was much like stepping into a sauna. Luckily the temperature fluctuated, and out on the Caribbean cays there were some lovely breezes, but several times in central Belize i broke out in water-blisters i was so boiling.

The holiday was... interesting. In many ways it could be considered a complete disaster. In a lot of ways it was an amazing piece of education. Altogether it was something i am very proud i got through.

On the second day (luckily after a very awesome trip to the Belize Zoo where i held a Boa Constrictor over my shoulders and fed a black Jaguar by hand) i got sick. A chronic headache was followed by nausea, and throwing up for two nights straight. That was followed by two days of not eating, after which i finally managed to keep some crackers down. I was pretty much in hell over those four days, despite being on the most beautiful Glovers Reef Island, surrounded by aqua waters, staying in a very nice Cabana and reading Kolchak The Night Stalker short stories.
Luckily i got well just in time to be allowed to go long for the second part of the trip, which involved kayaking down a river in inland Belize, camping along the way, and doing some very cool white-water stuff. It was two to a kayak, and i really loved steering from the back, and heaving our way through twisting white-water and ten-foot falls! Despite the fact that the tents were wet, nothing ever dried, and frequent downpours would leave us freezing and shivering (followed within ten minutes by the return of the blistering sunshine, at which point we instantly became overheated again, lol), it was the best part of the trip for me and i've developed a definite interest in white-water kayaking.

On the final night, in a nice hotel, my temperature sky-rocketed, i felt freezing cold, and the glands in my armpits swole up to the size of golfballs. The saving grace of the trip was that i had the most supportive, fantastic group, and i was looked after so much. I ran straight to the friend staying in the room next to me, we went to another fantastic member of the group who checked me out and recommended drugs to take my temp down, and together they regulated my room temperature for me so that i didn't accidentally boil myself without realising it. I'm so glad both the groups members (there were 9 others in all) and our guides were so friendly, helpful and concerned for me. We've all swapped emails, and soon i should get lots of photos others took to add to my own.

I'm back home now, my blood test came back all clear and i'm back on the malaria tablets again (i'd stopped taking them suspecting it was them that made me ill, but it seems not). I still have a slight temperature, swollen glands, frequent acid-heartburn, nausea and cramping, but i'm eating and i'm going to work, and things are gradually getting better. Plus my doctor was lovely (he was a trainee, didn't yet have his GP and was videoing his sessions for training purposes! He was very thorough and friendly, yay).

The culture shock when i came home was intense, and not what i was expecting all. Likewise, Belize hadn't been what i was expecting at all either. It's a real third-world country, they're pretty damn poor, and the standard housing is stilted wood cabins (Belizian) or mud shacks with thatching (Mayan). Trash lines the roads. After ten days of that, and camping, to come home to a flushing toilet and so much stuff in the house has been really strange. I feel very dazed, and overwhelmed. Might be the temperature and the jetlag at work too though. :P
It was a pleasure to meet the locals, and hear the stories some of our guides had to tell. That Caribbean attitude of slowness was rife out on the cays, and was so lovely to encounter.

All in all, it was amazing, very difficult, and i'm awfully, awfully glad to be home. :D

The cabana i stayed in for the first night in Belize, it had little beds in and everything, and a fan. The height of luxury!

Hong May Supermarket, an awful awful supermarket stuffed to the gills with crap, smelling awful, and with the toilet from hell. They had millions of paper cups and plates, which made me wonder if that wasn't half the reason for the country's terrible trash issues. I bought a torch there, which worked for all of twenty seconds. I bought some M&M's also, which were marginally more successful.

This was our base for a few nights at the start of the holiday, and a beautiful island on which i threw up alot. :P It was just the island, out tents, and us. Oh and the hermit crabs, random high-winds, and coconuts (we were told to be careful not to walk under the palm trees, lest a coconut drop on us and put our lives to a premature end!).

An island next to ours, we paddled about 45 minutes to get here, and stopped for our guides to perpare us lunch, and to buy a cold soda from the bar they had. It was a resort island, so they had some rudimentary amenities. This was the only paddle i managed during the first half of the trip, but it was good to fit it in. Luckily i wasn't too sad to miss out on the paddling, as i'm not so keen on these kind of canoes. I much prefered the white-water kayaking later on in the trip.

Snorkelling! I've had a Canon Powershot and it's underwater case (rated 40 metres hurrah!) for years, but recently i upgraded to the latest Powershot model and bought the waterproof case for it again. They both performed excellently, although when on the river later i'd have given my soul for a squeejee, as getting the droplets off the front screen was absolutely impossible. Nothing i had on my, or with me, was dry, so everything just left more droplets. So many of my shots are ruined with water droplets all over the screen... ahwell, lesson learned!

This is Glovers Reef, where we spent the next two days. By the last day here i was better, which was perfect timing as we went from here on to one hotel inland, and then to camping along the river during the white-water kayaking part.

On Glovers Reef, the view from the bar (it was on a pier) of the last sunset (and the only one i saw!).

The view from my cabana at the lodge we stayed in prior to hitting the river. When we saw how plush it was, and how fancy the breakfasts and drinks were, we were wondering if we were being plumped up in preparation for some kind of nightmare. We were fairly on the mark, because the subsequent river-camping was hell, lol!

A Mayan village we visited, they served us lunch of tortillas and vegetables, and we brought some custom to the village by buying some jewellery. It was awfully hot in the villages, and would rain at the drop of a hat, about 3 times a day. As we sat in one of the elders huts eating our lunch, a scorpion (about an inch long) marched right past my foot and spend the next ten minutes being followed by two of our group members and pestered with a camera. Apparantly it may have been in the bag of corn i was sitting on, and i'm certainly damn glad it wasn't feeling cranky! Our guide had been bitten twice by them, and informed us it hurt like hell and made your tongue swell up. Eep.

Hee, me going down some falls on the river! It was a one-person only falls (for safety), hence why my kayaking partner isn't in the front. I'm sure there are much better photos, but we've not all swapped yet so this will have to do. And of course i have some wicked photos of other group members doing some white-water, but for the sake of their privacy i can't share. Just imagine it was awesome! :D

The first camping night it rained non-stop, and the guides erected this palm-leaf roof over the fire within seconds, i was damn impressed. They cooked chicken on that fire, and made and baked tortillas, for the next days meals.
There were flying beetles that made light with their wings, and fireflies, and i saw a possum at the toilet (i say toilet, it was a hole in the ground :P). There were howler monkeys too, and on the last night they woke us at 4am with their amazing roaring calls. I dreamt about nuclear weapons and aliens, because of those calls. They're unearthly.

A view of the caribbean from the sky, as i sat in my plane from Belize City to Miami. Pretty stunning eh? We took a small prop plane the day before from, from Dangriga to Belize City, and while flying through the air we saw a full rainbow. It was a full ring, a circle of rainbow. Stunning.

And now... i have a tutorial tomorrow, a whole ton of studying to catch up on, loads of new eps of Heroes, Supernatural and Dresden Files to watch, and no energy at all. Very happy it's the weekend, i can't wait to sleep all the way through Sunday. Men In Tights just arrived on dvd in the post and will accompany my fatigue tonight i think, and i'm off to have dinner. Forgive me if i don't check my Flist until maybe after the weekend, and catch-up on old comment replies and email might be around then too.

Crikey people, what a trip.

noo! but yay! but noo!

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 23:48:39 GMT

Pant-shortage crisis! And we're talking English-type pants here. Where have they all gone? And why have they all gone there now??? Because tomorrow morning i jet off to Belize for ten days of kayaking and snorkelling with an American friend, and i definitely need pants.
We're doing this: http://www.rei.com/adventures/trips/latin/bua.jsp
SQUEE!
I had wanted to do an equipment post and all kinds of exciting I'm Going On A Trip Yay type posts, but none of them materialised. And tonight i discovered that i have too much stuff to fit in my new shiny rucksack. BASTARD! So i am using my old crummy rucksack. Also, i gave up on the leg waxing idea after it stung, made my skin bumpy, and took off a grand total of one hair. I give up. I'll go Amazon-woman. I don't care! Gah.
Oh, and i failed to get a sunhat or sunglasses. I should pick those up in the airport (the whole journey is taking me 27 hours, 8 of which i will be spending roaming JFK airport. Bleurgh), they're probably the two most important things. My brand new shiny phone and upgraded digital camera are unlikely to prevent me from suffering heatstroke (and i do rather succumb to that easily).

Sorry i've been so absent, i've had an assignment due as well as getting ready for this trip. I'll drown you all in pics and details when i return from the land of 85% humidity! Eeee!

Take care all, i'm back on the 26th of March. If there are things you want me to see while i'm away, comment here with links so i can see it all when i get back. Hermine, enjoy your holiday toooo! :D

Ba dhúthchas riamh d'ár gcine cháidh

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 18:55:48 GMT

How is it i have done so much, yet achieved so little this weekend? I have worked my fucking ass off, and concluded nothing. I RANT! ::rampages::

We shall ignore, also, the SINFUL haitus in Spn's showing schedule, and instead focus on the splendour that is The Dresden Files. The man carries a hockey-stick as a weapon!! I'm buying one right this second. You all need to check out the show, if only for that one weapon-related cool thing. Also, there's wizardy fun, whump, and Dresden is the hot. In a scruffy way. Which is the best way of being hot. Plus, they fade out to black&white contrast snaps, so i have to do no work at all to make hasty icons. Score!

Feel free to use if you like. :)

Give it until ep3, because up until then i was disappointed, but Hair Of The Dog turned me.

And yay we kicked English ass in the rubgy at the Croker! Was tense, considering the history, but it all went down well and we fairly belted out Amhrán na bhFiann. :D

In Pointy Things news, my throwing knives arrived! They are the most awesomely gorgeous things, they are heavy and sharp and black and fantastical. I've already nearly chopped my finger off, so all is proceeding as planned. :P Next is to be getting a knife-throwing book, so as to not be killing every living thing in my garden when i practise throwing.

And speaking of pointy things, we should all send good vibes to redwolfoz, she of the violent scooter crashings. Hope you're recovering fast! Bring me gore, i now have a pointy-things icon to go with your surgical scalpel icon. >:D

Also, effing christ knights_13, you're quick off the mark!!

me: "Hey, we should sweet-swa..."
knights_13: ::gallops out to store, buys candy, posts to pheral::
me: "...p."

I spent saturday and sunday savaging peanut-butter related candies, making myself generally quite ill in a wonderful way, and totally ruining all my meals. Whoo! I am loving the OhHenry! bar. The Max5 rock also, i think i got one of those before and adored. And the caramel Reece's cups? Omg. It's almost too much good to accept. Thank you SO MUCH Mitch! It's a parcel of heaven in fantastic canadian/french packets. I love the way even when the packet just says 'with', they still translate it. 'AVEC!'
Check your po-box in a week or so, a parcel went out today. ;)

Quick pimp - myhappyface is doing a scrumptious series of screencaps/thoughts on Angel, right from the first ep. It has pretty, go check it.

And finally: don't worry people, IT WILL ALL BE OKAY! ::pats you on the head::

nnnnggggg!

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 18:20:32 GMT

just a quick notification - unless my computer has a totally wierd and unexpectedly sudden aversion to msn, it appears hotmail is fucked. over 8 hours of downtime on thursday evening, back on friday, and it's been down all day today, so i can't get any mail. i've just switched my lj comment notifications over to my backup email, so i'm only being notified of replies as of now. i'll catch up on any replies you made before now when hotmail sorts it's ass out.
In the meantimne, if anyone wants to email me you can use pheral@whumpfix.com or comment here. i'm off to fume silently into my fish pie.

EDIT: haha, the bastard's fixed! wonder how long that will last. must have heard me complaining.

SO MUCH HAIR TODAY! (er, on my head, i'm saying)

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 18:40:22 GMT

i discovered Led Zeppelin! i'm only forty years late. i was totally expecting some heavy metal, but i was completely wrong, and i love the evangelical rock thing they have going on. Plus, hey, the Supernatural S2 opening ep was named after a Zeppelin track! Dean would be so proud of me. (he'd probably be so proud he'd jump me right? right. so i'm off to imagine that for a while...)

Thoughts on Houses of The Holy, & S2 in general:

I was a bit pissed at the end when Dean was 'convinced' by some pole falling off a truck. I get he was in a state of aggravation and all, plus the fact it was only one pole that fell... but still, i think Dean would *not* be turned around by something so mundane. Poles fall off trucks. They impale people. It's happened before. I watched it twice, just to be sure there wasn't something totally otherworldy about the way the pole moved... but i'm not seeing anything miraculous there. I can't stand an unrealistic change of beliefs in a character, and especially with all the doubts and fears Dean has displayed, i don't think he'd be given hope that easily.
Meh.
Besides that, i love how Dean presumed Sam didn't pray, and how Sam announced it like it was something as normal as breathing every day.

The whole idea, too, was pretty cool. I had been wondered about semi-good spirits ever since Dean nearly became one. I mean, the Reaper explained that evil spirits were those that couldn't let go of life gone insane, but it'd take at least a short while for them to go insane so surely in the meantime they might try to do good, however twisted? So that was a good thing to work through, and Sam's desperation for that was a great character ploy.
Anyway, besides that little complaint above, i adored the ep. And Dean on a magic fingers bed? O.M.G. I loved his lustful glances towards it later on, lmfao!

And with regards to S2 in general, i know that some people have become annoyed that Sam is taking the lead so much. I have some thoughts on that. One is from the ectoplasm scene, where Sam says to Dean "I've only ever seen this twice before!" (or something) in such a way as to indicate that he is saying 'in my vast and unequalled experience' and i was thinking, wtf, Dean has been hunting for many years more than you! That moment pissed me off majorly.
But i don't find it so unusual that Sam is taking the lead. I don't like it, but thinking about their personalities, it seems Dean is very much a follower. Sam is beating it out of him slowly (as evidenced by Dean starting to stand up to his dad at the end of S1), but he's still going to fall into that position for the moment, especially when Sam is so much like his father, and is going to take up that missing role in the relationship. He's going to take control, and Dean is going to fall back and take orders, despite him being the older brother. i think it makes sense, even though i don't like it.

I can't wait for the next ep, squee! They take SO LONG to get onto limewire for download. Sooooooooooooooo loooooooooong... ::dies of old age before next ep is available::

(i have this terrible fear of what i'm going to do when s2 is over. hold me!)

And yay, i'm buying a rowing machine! i fell in love with the machine at the Gym, but i only went once and can't seem to get the courage to go again (moonbeamsfanfic and gumnut are likely to understand that i think) and i miss the machine. so i'm trying to decide on a make and model. Anyone got any recs? i gather an air rower has a nicer feel than a magnetic rower, but the cheaper ones tend to blow the air at you and are a bit noisy. i have no way of telling if the difference in feeling is going to be enough to persuade me against a magnetic (which is quiet and fanless). Help?

Also, i had Comment Fic-Wars with Gumnut! (Original Fic VS Supernatural. BRING IT ON.) i so won. Speaking of which, can any Spn fans on my flist go check out Nuttys post here and maybe help her and i with Dean whumpfic recs? Would be muchly appreciated.

And finally, madness at work:

Me: "When can we instate the server spam filter on our other websites?"
D: "Once we're sure there are no... alien... aliens??"
Me: "Once we're sure aliens don't exist then we can instate the spam filter??"
D: "I just don't know."

heylp me! heylp me!

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 20:07:35 GMT

hi guys, i'm working on comment and Flist catchups and things, but in the meantime i have a favour to ask...

is there anyone currently living in the US who would be willing to take delivery of some throwing knives for me? there's a guy on ebay has the triple set i'm after, but will only ship to the US. i can't find the set anywhere else, so i'm hoping someone can take delivery and then send them on to me? i have no idea about laws for this sort of thing, but i have found stores in america that ship knives to the UK, so i think it's all legit to send those sorts of things over here. i'd provide money for postage of course, and grovel at your feet for many moons to come.

if anyone feels they'd be okay to help out, that'd be great. and if not, no sweat at all, i shall find a way. we have the technology! WE CAN REBUILD HIM! dah dah dah daaaaaah, dah dah dah dah dah dah dah daaaaah. dudududududududududud! ::presses 'enter' key in slow motion::

EDIT: success! the fantastical fleta (a friend of a friend: beccadg) came out of lurkdom to save me like the white knight she is.
and NB: crikey, are *any* of you guys actually from america?? i mean, i'd never realised how in fact almost my entire Flist is made up of canadians and australians. crazy. :P

this madness isn't even fun.

Sun, 28 Jan 2007 18:30:58 GMT

There's one major problem with having all my friends online, and that is that when i get that raving new-show obsession, that bonkers-for-it running-up-the-walls who-needs-sleep obsession, i have no way to let it out. if i had someone to talk to verbally (other than myself) i think it wouldn't be so acute, but no, instead i have to walk around the house as if everything is normal and meantime my brain is going completlely utterly mad. Dean mad! Impala mad! Dean-driving-an-Impala MAD! MMAAAAADDDD! ::grips desk::
Every time that car engine gurgles i go into fits of ecstasy. knights_13 we are so overdosing on Supernatural whump when you come visit!

I love the psychologies and character focus they've got going in this show, how everything shifts and changes with the circumstances and how you can see exactly why each characters bad and good points have come about. I love Dean's weaknesses and his strengths, i love how his brother is good for him, i love his desperation for his family. And i love the fact that he is so fantastically shut-off and guarded, and you can see the tears fill his eyes but he so rarely lets them go further. Gah. HOLD. ME. BACK.

Feel free to take. i'll make more, hopefully better ones soon. I've not iconned for ages, i'm out of practise.
I'm up to ep204 and i'm charging my way onward. I have two hours 'til Simon Said is downloaded, and then i can watch the next three. I'm desperate to join in Flist discussions, so just hold your horses and i'll be caught up in days!
In case you've not checked it out yet, i've ventured far enough into Lj spn fandom to find the hiyacunien journal, which rocks.

And you know the only thing disappointing me about my Region1 Supernatural DVD's, with all their fantastic bloopery extras? They didn't put english subtitles on the eps. Waaaaah! :( Does anyone know if there are english subtitles on the Region2 set? If so, i might buy them too.

Last weekend i was away to Ireland for my nanna's 80th (hence my Flist absence, sorry 'bout that), and on the way from the airport i went into Belfast to visit the Asia Supermarket. It's a fantastic place, at the end of the Ormeau Road past a load of housing estates, and i got tons of Ma Hwa Sesame Cookies, some preserved Chan-Pee Seedless Plums and some Lemon Juice Ginger in gorgeous little individual parcels. Booked into a hotel for the weekend (best to stay away from the messed-up family i find) and my cousin came over on Saturday to watch LotR's with me and talk geek. She's fantastic my cousin, a jewel in the rough.

Oh, and i must show you all what i am wearing around my neck these days. Recently there was an abundance of crab washed up on Budleigh Salterton beach, so i grabbed a few big claws, sawed them off, bored holes and strung them on leather cord.

And to finish, a small yet worrying snippet of some of a conversation me and my coworkers had on friday:

me: "I have NO idea what this chart means."
p: "There's lots of red, it's bad. warning!"
me: "No that's top ten, that's good!"
p: [in american accent] "Warning!"
me: "This says 'nine', that's good."
p: "Nein?? It's speaking German?"
m: "Yeah, it's trying to get her to invade Poland."
me: "Pooland?"
m: "That sounds like some kind of very nasty website."
p: "Sounds like a very bad idea for a childrens play area."
me: "Go on Bobby, go and jump on the giant inflatible poo!"
m: "Lets go on the diarrhea run!"
p: "I want to ride on the floaters!"

Now, i go eat. Tomorrow evening, i go Kung Fu! Haaaaiiii! ::chop::

simon & simon: the manhandling continues. :P

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 22:52:18 GMT

I got a pay raise! So i am no longer the lowest paid worked in THE WHOLE WORLD. I'm the second lowest. Getting a raise seems to now just serve to remind me how little i actually get each month, and how much money i spend on random crap. I have nothing to show for my wage but a huge and perilously stacked pile of dvd's that is sure to topple over and crush me to death one day. Oh the irony.

On the less whingey side of my face, we have the news that knights_13 has been converted to the Simon&Simon brotherly-love side of the force, whee!! Ha, my pimping rules. I shall now pimp more, more, MORE i tell you! Mooowahaha. Click the cut for several more short clips of Rick looking after his scrumptious little brother, and vice versa. (sorry the clips are such crappy quality, i really don't have more time to spend on them than this. Buy the dvds, then they'll be all sparkly clear! ::pimp pimp pimp::)

Lady sandwich! Okay so this isn't a clip. It's a picture. And who put that woman in the way anyway!? wistful_fever? They're virtually kissing right? You do know these incest voices inside my head are your fault, right? Yeesh.

Love, Christy

rick and aj are knocked out, and the bad guys put rick, unconscious, onto aj's hangglider and push him off the cliff! aj talks him down and swims in to rescue him. and falls over in the surf. bless his little socks. i love how focused he is when he's running towards the water - you can just hear his one track mind "rick rick rick rick".

Matchmaker

Aaahahaha, go Marlow!! Go sarcasm!

Matchmaker

A few scenes after the above clip, and after the police use tear-gas in the warehouse, not realising rick and aj are tied up inside. And look, it's Wilma Dearing from Buck Rogers! Aw. I love when the brothers are angry. :P

Earth to Stacey

The brothers most recent client is a rich and completely barmy woman searching for her fiance. The brothers find him for her, and at their meeting she pelts him (and them) with food and stamps on AJ's foot with her heeled-shoe. I could listen to needling-rick and stubborn-aj for years, they're adorable, and i'm in love with the way aj says 'no'. Oh, and the way he calls desperately for rick to come back when he abandons him, mwaha.

The Hottest Ticket In Town

I adore how rick just heaves aj off the ground! That's gotta take some strength - aj has quite some dense muscles going on so he has to weight a bit. And it's so sweet the way rick knows he'll likely fight back, and is ready to defend himself after he gives aj a slap.

TOO MUCH WONDERFULNESSSSSS!! ::asplodes::

Next season please.

Oh, and i was wondering, does anyone else have subtitles on while they're watching shows? I do it all the time, i just like having the words there in front of me... and i was wondering if others did that too.

Well manhandle me silly.

Sun, 07 Jan 2007 23:14:29 GMT

I've just spent about an hour pissing around with various converters, and signing up to YouTube. I love how there are about five million alerts saying you can't upload copyright TV content, and i'm like "fra la la" click click click. "Upload copyrighted material illegally? Select 'yes'" ::clicks yes:: La la.
It's worth the criminality, you guys have to watch this clip from Simon&Simon, the first season dvd's of which i got last week. In case you don't know the show, they're brothers who own their own detective agency. One's hot and vulnerable (eee!), one's protective and battle-scarred (eee!), and they both ask each other "are you okay?" at least once an episode. AAAARGH! ::licks dvds::

In this snippet, AJ (the hot and vulnerable one) gets shot with a tranquiliser dart, and his brother Rick has to try and get both of them out of the zoo alive - basically meaning he manhandles AJ all over the place and tries desperately to keep him quiet. And there's leg entanglement at the beginning! I said leg entanglement!!

I think the "saywhat?" that AJ mutters when they're faced with the 'doggy' is so adorable, he sounds so confused and trusting, he's really trying to understand what's going on. And it's also worth noting to anyone who's not seen the show before that they're pretty tender with each other normally, and Rick really is pushed to extremes in this situation, even going to the extent of elbowing poor AJ in the stomach to get him to stay quiet.

And you know what, there are eight more seasons of this fantastic relationship. I hardly know where to put myself, really.

The Big 'Ol Christmas Roundup. (yeehaw)

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 01:49:38 GMT

HOLY SQUIRREL SHAT! (come to think of it, i don't think i've ever seen squirrel-shit. I'd not know a holy squirrel shit if it hit me on the head! Although i imagine it'd be solid gold or something, or with a halo, so it'd be hard to miss... what the hell am i going on about??)

I just watched the first two episodes of Heroes, and MY.GOD, i can't be expected to sleep after that, that was amazing!! I can however be expected to giggle insanely for two hours straight, run loops around my room, and chitter at LimeWire in a crazed attempt to encourage it to download faster, faster i say! Hiro is utterly fantastic, the Indian chap has the most relaxing voice ever, the druggy is yummy, the cheerleader is just sorta okay (which beats 'hateable' anyday), the blonde woman i've seen elsewhere and is the most beautiful vision of gorgeousness ever, the sensitive brother is such an amazingly wonderful representation of hope, and.. and... ::combusts::
I am in shock.
So let's move on.

I've had an okay Christmas. My parents surprised me with an LG Lightscribe DVD Writer, which i adore. My boss at work surprised me with a lack of raise, meaning i am now officially the lowest paid worker in THE WORLD EVER. Which i do not adore. My most fantastic friend silverhammerism surprised me with a kick-ass cowboy hat, and a little compass pendant with the motto "Hazard yet forward!" inscribed on it. I shall never take it off. And siluria made me this utterly edible Hugh Jackman icon i'm using, with which i am in love.
The fandom mayhem maintains, and recently knights_13 did her pimping duty and got me well and truly hooked on Kung Fu: The Legend Continues. Sweet crack. knights_13, i am at your mercy. May i present to you all the most manhandling i have seen in a show so far, in just one episode:

S1, Ep8, 'Challenge'

I've also been watching lots of The Champions, Highway To Heaven, Buck Rogers in the 25th Century, and am eagerly anticipating the arrival of the first season of Simon & Simon in the post. Brothers! Brothers caring for each other! wistful_fever, break out the incest fic! Woohoo!! Which brings us to Supernatural, which is also arriving shortly in the post from amerikay. Although, for 2007, i would quite like the slash thoughts to not be deluding my brain night and day. When you start slashing father/son relationships (don't look at me like that knights_13, it's not my fault, they keep touching each other!!), that's when you start to worry.

I've been making websites, one of which was for myrebelcat, and you can see it here. You really should check out her fiction, she writes excellently. Putting her fics on the site has been quite a distraction!
Oh, and i dare say it's worth mentioning that i got my results for my first (9-month long) Psych course a few weeks ago, Exploring Psychology. I got a Distinction. Oh how i rock. :D I haven't been that wound-up about an exam score since my GCSE's! Next course starts Febuary.

So, happy New Year all. I'm going to settle down to watch LimeWire download eps 3-6 of Heroes, and play Diddy Kong Racing on the Nintendo64 i bought myself for Christmas. Whale Bay is a killer, i swear i get more overexcited at this game than any of those newfangled consoles they have these days. :P
Let's finish with two rather random icons. The one who can identify the fandom for the right-hand icon wins an emotionally truamatised superhero with a strategically ripped nylon suit. Mmm.

la dee dah.

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 20:53:47 GMT

I just had a can of Dr Pepper in the shower (i finished skating and was in equal desperate need of a drink and a shower, so i had both together) and i was drinking it, and my brain was confused as shit, going oh good god no don't drink the shower water DON'T DRINK THE SHOWER WATER WTF ARE YOU DOING???!!

And hey, jump-transitions from forward to backward skating are deceptively easy! I almost shrugged through one today, and put so little effort into the jump that i basically turned on my toes, but twas still perfect. Jump-transition from backward to front skating is harderer thoughs, because i'm not so good at skating backwards and therefore every time i crouch to prepare to jump i screw up my direction and end up facing downwards (face = pavement).

Ye all must observe the general coolness of this website. Sure the dude running it thinks he's got muscles up the kyber, but he has, so i reckon he's allowed to think it. Plus he's very funny (why the hell did i write that in italics?), and he showcases some awesome tricks, and inspired me to get all limber and headstandy tonight (i headbutted my sofa accidentally), so yay him.

And boo for folks seeing Ep5 of Torchwood before i do. Because LOOK HERE, we here in the UK hardly ever get our own shows ~~that are decent~~ so for gods sake when we do get them please have the courtesy to let me see them fiiiiiiiirst! Poopy.

And most finally: woe for the magnificent Stanley Tucci, for he hath chosen a humdinger of a rip-off series to star in. Yes, it's 3Lbs, about a brain surgeon called ~~House~~ Hanson who has a dibilitating ~~physical~~ mental problem, an entourage of medical students and supporting staff like ~~Wilson~~ Seger, and an ~~attitude problem~~ attitude problem. This is even more blatant that Mutant X. Oh noes. :(

There is no graphic with this post. THERE IS NO GRAPHIC WITH THIS POST! Holy shat my computer just went crazy. I'll go now then... ("now then"? When the hell is that anyway, it's temporally impossible!)

rec me, rec me good. >:D

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 08:57:45 GMT

okay peoples, i know you're just busting to flood me in recommendations and novel-lists for st:tos.. so bring it on! i spent money i shouldn'ta at amazon recently, and so far have amassed a somewhat small pile to sink my teeth into. I have The Entropy Effect, The New Voyages Book 1 and The Price Of The Phoenix (rec'd by my silverhammerism. they look so orrsome!) . I also have A Social Treatise of The Construction Of Reality, The Doors Of Perception & Heaven And Hell and The Spell Of The Sensuous for psych reading pleasure.

the psych books look so interesting, and i'm 30 pages into the Sensuous one (really cool perspectives on consciousness and ecology combined).

So, considering i've made a start on buying tos novels already, we may as well get me some recs gathered. i would love:

recs for books and novels: i know there are novelisations of the eps out there, i'd love to get the whump eps. are there are webpages that detail which novel is for which ep, or something like that? amazon's listing for these books isn't complete enough to help me. if there are any other books you want to recommend please do.. but i only want whump (with Kirk as the whumpee) recs. and i don't want no angst-only stories. i'm a physical whumper at heart, and although i watch and adore the non-whump eps of the show, i'm not interesting in reading non-whump fiction.
If you've already rec'd some stuff (including the ep novelisations) in other comments can you bare to repeat it again here? i want it all in one place, and some of the things need clarifying, so i can ask you for help in these comments to track things down.

fic recs: again with the whumping please, again with it being Jim please, again with the less-of-the-angst. i've also really been enjoying k/s slash, so if there are any you want to recommend, nc17 or not, please do. the ones with spock as a relatively mature being as preferable, i don't particularly like the way he is often written as an emotionally immature child. kirk/sarek is good too. rec me kirk/mccoy and i'll scream (and not from pleasure, either).

poster recs: eventually i'll make my own, but in the meantime i'd love to get a poster or two for my room. any favourites you know of? the ones i've found so far are pretty drab... i prefer scene freeze-frame posters and such, or at least character centric.

music vid recs: ooh, no need to go looking, but if there are any you particularly love and have links hanging around, do share!

link recs: just... you know, things like the Five-Minute Eps, which vespurrs pointed me to, and the Star Trek Inspirational Posters, links to which have been everywhere, and the tosfic and community here on Lj... anything from the st:tos online presence that you reckon i should see.

[oh, and just a quick sidenote. i may be alone in this, but i don't enjoy hearing about the actors or show background. i love bloopers, but that's about the extent of it... so perhaps can we just keep discussion and recs to the characters and trek-verse here? ta. :D]

bury me with recs! bury meeeeee!

spider porn and vulcan porn and provocatively shaped vibrating sanders, oh my.

Mon, 14 Aug 2006 23:15:03 GMT

this post is going to be nowhere near as dodgy as the title implies. disappointed? i am. so let's skip straight to the spider porn!

it was at the weekend, after me and my mate had come back from Bergen on the bus. it was a lovely night, and we'd had one of those incredibly giggly bus rides, the kind when you're making stupid sounds and poking each other and laughing like morons and suddenly you realise you've turned into the two kids at the front of the bus that you always hated because it was obvious they were having way more fun that you. it was great.
it was when we got to my mates front porch, wet from the rain, that we looked up and two medium size spidros. they were sitting on a web pretty close together, not moving much. we watched, because it's fairly unusual to see two anywhere near each other, and soon they started feeling each others legs (hey hey!). once they'd had a good feel, and we'd done lots of speculating about whether they were warming up for spider-sex, they suddenly clutched each other and squidged together! for a few seconds they stayed like that while (as we found out later from one of my mates wildlife books) the bloke spider passed things (presents, books, i don't know. possibly fertilised eggs, shaddup.) to the laydee spidro. then they parted, one of them heading off and the other tentatively trying to follow a few times in some kind of tragic soap-opera inspired moment. he gave up in the end though, and that was that. i say 'he', but it coulda been the laydee, it's not like one of them had a tiny beard or anything so it was hard to tell.

so, anyway, yay spider porn! (see R, i told them!)

on to the Trek. i've been steadily immersing myself over the last few weeks (and by 'steadily' of course i mean i downloaded every episode i can get my hands on, and at the moment am watching a half-broken 23% downloaded avi of A Private Little War because i simply can't wait to see the poison-whumpiness. i'm patient, me. :s).

one of the first eps i watched was Arena, and what, pray tell, is going on there?? in a way, with the hindsight of a load more episodes, i'm starting to love it. i mean, there aren't many series that would allow their hero such a flaw - with the whole bridge-crew wondering whether they're going to have to mutiny this war-driven captain who wants to exact revenge (policing, whatever you want to call it jim) on a race they know nothing about. it's pretty intense. i love that. a little heavy-handed maybe, and i've not watched it since so my irritation may have been tempered with time, but i'm no longer wanting to disregard the ep entirely. plus, he spends most of the ep fighting hand-to-hand with Hannibal in that costume he wore in the first ep of The A-Team (i swear, it's him! :P), and that whole part with the crew whump voyeurism is pretty darn awesome.
also, lol, i get Galaxy Quest now.
my love of trek has increased tenfold simply because of shatner's laugh (i've been watching the blooper reels). have you *heard* that man laugh?? he sounds like an ambulance siren. it's gorgeous. also, when he mouths 'i don't know what's going on!' into the camera, i nearly die of lust every time. i don't know why.

i am loving too, that raw, needy, delicate relationship that is spirk. oh they so adore each other. it's that side-glance, watching-and-waiting, making-hard-decisions kind of love. a love dominated by dependance, security and two personalities that conflict so beautifully that all they do is lean in opposite directions, but against each other, keeping each other from falling down. i saw it for real first in The Empath.

after jim is knocked out with the hypo, spock sits down beside him and looks down at his face, a lingering and thoughtful look. no doubt thinking about the huge responsiblities that rest on Jim's shoulders, the same responsiblities spock and mccoy have just taken from him (the spirkoy love! it's just as good. those three are just awesome together). the empath notices, and cocks her head in curiosity at what she feels. spock looks away, evidently embarassed by what she saw. she moves around and realisation dawns, and i swear she senses his love! she reaches out to comfort him. spirk love! spirk love! ::dances around monitor::
and need i congratulate the world for the whump in that ep? didn't think so. the way he was flopped helplessly on his tummy at one point just about did me in. The Trouble With Tribbles was fantastic, lol. jim's poor little disappointed face when he fnids out scotty wasn't defending him during the klingon fight. bless his heart. oh! and the whole last-orders conversation from the end of Tholian Web cracks me up every time! especially when at the end of the conversation when the camera roves away, a sneaky little happy smile creeps over jim's face. awww. ::flails::

so of course, the trek love brought on fic-searches at work. i think i'm developing a kirk/sarek kink. although, to be honest, i suspect it's because so many writers portray spock as an emotionally immature child-figure, and i don't like that. sarek at least gets to be intelligent and strong and comforting for kirk. there's a whole helluva load of slash out there for spirk, ain't there? don't you just love that their names combined the other way makes kock? mwaha (R, you can stop reading as soon as you get scared, mmkay? :P). the fic with the suspiciously shaped vibrating sander took the biscuit, especially when they started comparing tool festishes, lmao. oh, and speaking of vulcan porn, this fic has a fantastically interesting idea of vulcan genitalia. otherwise it's not a remarkable fic, there are some things i don't like about it, but i was just really intrigued by the physical ideas of the vulcan species sex. and having read a few k/s slash fics, this is hilarious. the laughter just kinda built up as i read, lmfao.

also, i got 93% for my latest Psych assignment. i fucking rule.

best laid plans... normally get in the way of funner stuff anyway.

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 04:43:39 GMT

well, my initial plans for spending the day in bed went out the window... because i took a wonderful trip into town with my mum and ended up spending 70quid on clothes. whee! and my further plans for this evening went out the window too. and for equally lovely reasons...

i was sitting at my comp browsing through a million emails i am too tired to answer, when my mum knocked. she said she and my dad just saw something on the news about tonight being a meteor shower night. so ensued a happy panic, as we ran around grabbing extra layers and blankets. i threw on a fleece and coat, my norwegian socks and a hat, and stumbled (all the lights were off :P) outside. we all flopped down on our backs, dad tangled himself in a large brown rug for a few minutes before finally getting it thrown over us, and we lay together staring up at the star-filled sky. then we started giggling. so after about five minutes of pretty much constant giggling, we saw our first shooting star, and it was beautiful. we saw quite a few, lying there, and did lots of speculating on what we'd do if one headed straight for us (dad: "you two roll that way, i'll roll this way!" me: "i seriously doubt that would prevent our fiery fiery death. i'm planning on screaming." dad: "fair enough").
about forty minutes after we got out there, the noises started. we have a regular hedgehog visitor, so we pretty much knew it was him, but it didn't prevent me getting steadily more and more jittery as the crunching and skittering noises got louder, and eventually announcing "christ it's a fucking massive hedgehog and i'm getting up now" (which, if you haven't guessed by now, led to more giggling). so we switched positions (i sheltered behind my mums legs) for a bit, eventually dad went in to bed and left me and mum (back in our original side-by-side positions) watching stars and braving the massive hedgehog of doom. there was some incredibly cute hedgehog sneezes. after a while the noises got louder, and as we stayed very quiet we could hear it's pitter-patter get closer and closer as it worked its way round the pond. lifting my head a bit, i was able to watch as the gorgeous little thing came within a foot of my mums head. she turned to me and said "it's just a baby!" and it heard and scarpered.
after our fill of shooting stars, we went inside and used a torch to make some hot chocolate (we used the torch to see while making the hot chocolate, not to actually make it. heating milk with a torch would take a damn long time). we sat drinking it on the garden steps, and soon i heard shifting gravel. the hedgehog came up to our patio, hoovered its way along the bricks (seriously, there's so much inhaling going on with those animals, it's crazy) and came all the way up to our feet. we sat there still as statues, breathing cool night air as the hedgehog nosed along the step below our feet. it poked its nose up into the moonlight, and took a sniff. heading away from us calmly, it stepped on a leaf which crackled, scared the bejeezus out of itself and exited stage left in a complete panic. i love our hedgehog. :D

so. a day well spent, and a wonderful evening. we came in from the stars at about 1am, and it's now 5.44am, because sleep would be folly when st:tos icons could be made:

1. 2. 3. 4.

5. 6. 7. 8.

i'm still making icons on my large-res monitor, so i hope they're okay on a 1024x768. these are up for grabs, if anyone wants them. credit please, or i weel keel joo (or at least throw a leetle tantrum). :P

i'm off to watch the Professionals in bed. that's... i'm watching them... in my bed. not watching them in their beds. which, admittedly, would be much preferable. mmmm Professionals in bed...

t'uther answerphone massage

Fri, 04 Aug 2006 23:28:44 GMT

yes damnit, i said massage! much more fun than a message. how's this, on your shoulders, right there.. a bit higher? okay... there. better? good.
i am in norway 'til tuesday night. thought it'd give me more time for flist and posting, but was gravely mistaken. having great fun, but energy is sucked away with baby and friends and trips and astonishing heeeeeeat. need ice bath. gah.
am watching star trek every night before i sleep on my laptop (watching on my laptop, not sleeping on my laptop, that'd be uncomfortable), and will have plenty to say about it when i get back. stay well all you folklets, and will do my best to catch up on all your antics when i get back to home and normality (ha!).
over and out.

must.. eat.. sugar.. damnit (jim! wheee!)

Mon, 24 Jul 2006 20:58:19 GMT

my body! it rebels!! nooooooooooooooo! ::gallops away screaming::
::gallops back::

i just went into the kitchen to get some Dr Pepper with ice, because of crazed sugar-craving attack (which is in turn because i've spent the last two weeks with agonising mouth ulcers that have prevented me eating much of anything at all, and now they're nearly gone i'm going crazy with the food). i put ice in the glass, opened the fridge and poured the drink. something felt a bit odd in my head while i poured it, but i ignored it (it's like when you're in the store, tearing at a dvd boxed sets plastic covering so you can just smoosh your face up against the discs, and something in your head starts to suggest 'hey, maybe this isn't such a goo...' and you just kinda cut it off). so i turned away to get some jaffa cakes, turned back, and some moron had poured milk in my glass! MILK?? i love milk and drink at least a glass a day but HELLO IT HAS NOT SUGAR IN'T. i nearly threw it out, such was my wrath. wrarwth? wRAWRth! but then i decided some cow somewhere worked pretty hard for that milk, so i'm sitting here with jaffa cakes, grumpily enjoying my milk.

i'm kinda worried my body's just had enough and is now going to stop letting me exercise free will, instead force-feeding me healthy food whenever i try to eat sugary things. what a nightmare.

on the fandom side of things, i spent virtually all of today at work looking through st:tos screencaps, reading scripts, and being spoon-fed whump info and fic from gumnut. it was bliss. this was all inspired by my having seen my first episode of tos on saturday (bbc are rerunning it, god bless their little tv-shaped hearts). the ep was Charlie X, and it was great.

kirk was less cheesey and more gorgeous than i expected. he got his shirt off within 20 minutes, i rolled my eyes, then sat a bit closer to the screen. rawr. spock was funnier and cuter than i expected. charlie made him quote poetry. mccoy was less 'damnit jim' than i expected, but he did hang around looking like he desperately wanted to say it, so yay.
uhura sang. about spock. i practised my 'wtf?' face.

all in all it was spectacular, wonderous, and i am thoroughly addicted. i am currently dancing around a download of Journey To Babel, willing my limewire to go faster faster! so i can see the kirk stabbiness. mmmm. pointy.
plus, hey, shatner is gorgeous! i watched some Six Million Dollar Man this evening, and he popped up in an episode in a fantastic character role! he played an astronaut gone a bit loopy, named josh (see icons) and was both gorgeous and acted brilliantly. (and it was very sad :()

on the i-spend-far-too-much-money side of things, i'm contemplating a video-capture card and dvd burner. that way i can not only burn dvds from media files on my comp, but i can put all my old video tapes filled with whump onto my comp and burn those too. any recs for external dvd burners and external video-capture cards? and do i presume correctly that dvd burners let you burn things on to regular cds too? because my burner is out of the game, and i still want to be able to make data cds and vcds and the like.
yeesh, one day of pressureless study (i handed in an overdue assignment recently) and already i'm making plans to be waist-high in cables and credit card bills. for god's sake somebody take away my plastic.

answerphone message...

Wed, 12 Jul 2006 22:14:03 GMT

i have been so remiss at letting you know what's going on, i'm really sorry. i dare say if you knew how hard i've been working you'd forgive me though! i'm currently at an Open University Residential School in Durham. As well as my Exploring Psychology course this year, i am also doing Exploring Psychology Project which is based at this week of resi school, and has a report to be written up afterwards and handed in by september. I got here on saturday, and the days are basically 9am-9pm. Tonight we finished at 10pm, concluding the day with two lectures, one on The Philosophy Of Psychopathology and one on Death. They were both riveting, the Death lecture went on an hour later than it should because there was so much discussion, and i had a personal chat with the lecturer afterwards and came away feeling fantastic because he said some of my ideas were 'really interesting' and looked all inspired! i shall now explode with happiness. if you need me, be prepared to scrape me off the walls of this IT room with a spatula.
i was so hyped with all the thoughts from the lectures that i sat here for a while researching sex-differences in communication (that's what my group is investigating. we'll be videoing same-sex groups tomorrow while they do an activity we've set, and then qualititatively analysing the data) and now the exhaustion has reasserted itself so i'm off to bed.

but i've meant to pop in here all week and let you know where i'm at, and why i'm not watching my Flist at all. when i get back home on saturday i have an Exploring Psychology assignment to write (it's already overdue) and the report for this course to work on, and loads of chapters to catch up on, so consider that i might be absent for some time to come. I also have my mate from norway coming over with her son, and then i'm going there, so the middle of august is the first time things will get back to normal. bear with me. :D
i may be knackered, and exhausted from being with people all the time (i need to go sit in a dark room for a year i think, i'm going insane), but i'm getting surer and surer that psychology is something i really love. i mean i knew it anyway... but who knew if that would sustain once i started finding out more about it? but it has. i'd not complain at getting the option of doing this for my day job, that's for sure.

i hope you're all happy and healthy, now if you'll excuse me i'm going to go and keel over in the shower with a can of Coke Zero attached to my face and a piece of paper with Gender Differences research clutched in my spasming hand. :P

what thee fook??

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 19:50:11 GMT

i nearly asploded the car! aaahahahahahaha! I am Pheral The Asploder! for it is written, "bring forth your cars of only 3 doors and rubbish engines, and the pheral shall asplode them!"

i was reversing into our gravel driveway (yes reversing iamamazingthankyouverymuch) which was difficult and took ~~incredibly much~~ a bit longer than my dad normally takes, because it's about two feet higher than the road and you have to get over that whump of gravel as you turn into the driveway. lots of clutch control. so one ~~hour~~ minute after starting the procedure i finally managed it, and put on the handbrake, and dad was like "what the hell is that??" pointing at the black smoke licking over the hood and curling round my side of the car, ahahahaha!
so it seems i took a little too long, and the clutch was whirring away and getting all asplodinated. but it was all good, and dad agreed i should be proud of doing exciting experimental things that he didn't even know the car would do. ::puffs up chest all proud like:: i can make our car smoke. aha.

also, we had a car come at us the other way in a thin country lane corner, going at a far too fast speed, and my dad yelled and jumped a foot in his seat!! ahaha! and that was pretty much my first emergency-break situation, and i didn't yell, i was cool as a cucumber, and then just laughed at dad as the car (bmw humph) reversed and got out of our way and we drove on. mwaha. i've never heard my dad yell in shock, or seen him jump. ahaha. >:P

i win at cars.

then my dad proved to be the best dad ever. because i've had a pretty rough time at work recently, being miserable and sleeping an awful lot at home and only just working out that that's my coping mechanism, and finally everything came to a peak last night in not-so-nice-style. But tonight my dad talked to me, and he was wunnerful, and i loves him. and i feel a bit better, and am now officially (and enthusiastically) ~~nervously,~~ looking for a new job. shhhh, don't tell my boss, he'll have a hernia. :P i want to get a job as Chief Car Asploder! 200k a year. yummm.

i can't have a post without an image!! ach... here:

i want to take mark mccormick's face and just smoosh it up against mine and make noises such as one would make at kittens. and then savage him.

Hardcastle&McCormick is delicious. not enough whumping, but hey, the world can't be purrfect. >:P