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01 January 2020 @ 12:00 pm

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Most fandom posts will be public. (My Panic! at the Disco fic can be found here.)
09 May 2011 @ 04:41 pm
One more week and I'm travelling four hours to come and get you, Mister Urie.
03 June 2010 @ 10:57 pm
music: James Mathé and the Giant Peach, People Talk
02 June 2010 @ 07:36 pm
Getting there is getting by, so to speak.

I'm slowly settling into the repetitive routine of waking up at half six, being out the house by eight, starting work at the nursery at nine and working through to twelve, writing Chris/Shaz fic on my phone in my lunch hour then working through to four, getting home at five, eating and then sleeping. I have no time to myself after doing nothing all day every day for the best part of a year. It is a little odd, suddenly surrounding myself with kids who are depending on me to be perky for six hours of the day, and I'm coming home with the terrible headaches. It isn't because of all the yelling and adorable animal noises the pre-schoolers keep making. I don't know what it is, but I'm popping more prescription Codeine than I should be - and even then it isn't my prescription but no one seems to care. 

Truth be told, I'm having a halfway decent time, although I don't know if I'll be saying the same thing once my three month placement is coming to an end. (A friend I haven't seen or spoken to in a long time works at the same nursery on Tuesdays so we had a nice catch up yesterday.) I'm only doing it because I have to and it was Childcare or Floristry and I don't think my allergies would be too happy with me surrounding myself with flowers four days a week. Thursday is training day in Derby and I can't say too much about it except last week I found myself staring at the clock when I wasn't shooting side glances at the cute guy sat next to me. (On that note, he's perfect. Dropped out of a fine art degree and now wants to be a primary school teacher which I find insanely adorable for some reason. He's quite pretty too.)

Grandad passed away on Sunday morning. We knew it was coming because we were given forty-eight hours notice before they turned off his machines (and even then we knew it was coming because there is no way he could come back from kidney failure, cancer, meningitis and a mini-stroke), but it didn't make it hurt any less. The funeral is next Friday and mum spent all day today with my nan getting the death certificate and planning the funeral. Only surprise, surprise she comes home to find dad in the foulest mood because she left him alone with the kids all day. I think it is disgusting, how she can't even go and arrange her own father's funeral (you know, because he fucking died and she's suppressing her need to grieve because she doesn't want to put a foot wrong and suffer the consequences) without him throwing a fit worthy of a three year old because no one is paying attention to him. I think he has some kind of abandonment issues (despite being fifty-two years old) and it is pathetic on so many levels. I've given up trying and I'm mastering the art of shutting myself away when I arrive home every evening because why should his melancholy bullshit affect the rest of us?

(Side note: I find it horribly depressing how expensive funerals are. Nan really wanted a motorbike and sidecar instead of a hearse because her and grandad used to ride around in one all the time when they were younger, but it would have cost her £600 she couldn't really afford instead of the £200 for a typical hearse. It is so sad, but you have to make allowances because money doesn't grow on trees. )

I need a fucking holiday.
music: Lovers, Let's Stay Lost
21 May 2010 @ 11:12 pm
The ending to Ashes to Ashes was the most beautiful piece of television drama I've seen in a long time. I can't put my thoughts into coherent words right now, but I cried for the best part of the hour (and not just because I'd knocked back a fair amount of booze beforehand). I'm going to watch it again on iPlayer sometime tonight.

Shaz's breakdown in reaction to her video broke my heart, as did the ending Chris/Shaz in general :')
music: David Bowie, Ashes to Ashes
21 May 2010 @ 07:43 pm
DC Christopher Skelton, I bloody love you ♥
[I'm going to miss this show once it has ended.]
music: Eurythmics, Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)
17 May 2010 @ 12:27 am

I'm so fucking excited for this! Is it Friday yet? The world is caving in! The Quattro is in pieces! Shaz is being a bad ass undercover air hostess! I'd really like a Chris/Shaz moment, but I won't hold my breath. It is going to be heart-wrenching and tear-worthy and absolutely amazing. I have my theories. Now I want some answers. I'm going to miss it when it is over.
music: Explosions in the Sky, First Breath After Coma

Marshall and Montse are all kinds of adorable.
[Caps by justbeenquattroed.]
music: Florence and the Machine, Cosmic Love
11 May 2010 @ 11:44 pm
Day 08 - A show everyone should watch.Collapse )
music: Plasticines, Barcelona
04 May 2010 @ 11:49 pm
Have a meme. I have nothing better to do with this journal.

Day 01 - A show that should have never been canceled.Collapse )
music: Passion Pit, Moth's Wings
20 March 2010 @ 11:30 pm

Title: Up The Spout.
Rating: T.
Characters: Sam Puckett, Freddie Benson, Carly Shay and a multitude of cameos.
Summary: The iCarly gang picked up and dropped into the narrative of Juno with Sam as Juno, Freddie as Bleeker and Carly as Leah.
Note #1: For the 5_4_3_2 iCrossover Challenge. This is inspired by cheskie's iCarly meets Mean Girls picspam. This was going to be fairly simple before I went a little OTT in Photoshop and it mutated into this monster picspam that retells the entire movie iCarly-style minus the whole adoption process. Basically, this may make no sense, more so if you've never seen the film.
Disclaimer: iCarly belongs to Dan Schneider. Juno belongs to Diablo Cody. Original dialogue written by Diablo Cody and edited by me. Credit for the screencaps at the end. 

Like I'd marry you. You'd be the meanest wife ever.Collapse )
01 February 2010 @ 07:02 pm
I have terrible time-keeping.

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The Hardest Part of Skating is the Ice.
Artist: breathingtubes 
Rating: G.
Characters: Sam/Freddie, Carly, Gibby, Melanie and Wendy/Shane.
Notes: This is the first drawing I've completed since getting my graphics tablet for Christmas which is an explanation of sorts for why it isn't oh my god brilliant. For the 5_4_3_2 'Break A Leg' challenge.


Skating on thin ice.Collapse )
music: florence + the machine | howl
11 January 2010 @ 12:27 pm
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself

Philip Larkin | This Be The Verse
24 August 2008 @ 06:28 pm

FEATURING: Matthew Mitcham, Alexandre Despatie, Matteo Tagliariol, Thomas Daley & Michael Phelps
WARNING: Contains half-naked sexy men in tight speedos. May induce heart attacks. 70+ Images. Not dial-up friendly.