amand_r: (tw/jack licks eleven)
1. I want Jonathan Creek and Maddy to hook up. I know it probably won't happen.

2. [livejournal.com profile] copperbadge wrote Scott/John volcano phone sex. YEAH. John Versus the Volcano. LOL.

3. [livejournal.com profile] adjovi was stuck in Benin because of volcanic ash. Read her awesome adventures on flying AIR MALI and their tickets printed on WORD DOCUMENTS.

4. [livejournal.com profile] curriejean sent me a necklace of awesome. Pics when my hair is being better, BUT she also sent me stickers! VOTE SAXON stickers!

5. Big ass bang is at 14 K and that's just episode one. a snippet, because I can't not. )

6. Lastly, let us all take a moment to appreciate the fine lyrical genius of Salt N Pepa's 1993 masterpiece, "Step":

I'm your honey-dipper so you say, you know
Then you react and attack every flirt and ho
But oh, no - you gots to go now, bro
To and fro, unh-unh, no mo'
So just walk out the door and be out like Margetta[?]
I've been through this before, but now I think I betta
Kick ya to the curb cuz this hurts, word
You dis and wanna kiss? Now that's absurd
Yo, Spinderella ain't the kind type to be pulled down, ya know
Before I go out I go blow-for-blow
So tell those hos that sittin' there waitin' by the phone
That they can have you cuz you's gone.


Because Spinderella is the best DJ name EVAR. (Except for DJ Panda).
amand_r: (rps/it's barrowman country!)
Title: Smoke 'em if you got 'em
Fandom: Torchwood RPS
Characters: John/GDL/Eve
Rating: R?
Wordcount: 4,450
Author's Notes: Written for the March RPF Carnivale.
Summary: Sometime in all of it, Gareth's hand hits his and leaves Eve's hair, and he's pressing, squeezing a little, and John leans back and presses the back of his skull into the wall behind him. Maybe this stuff is kicking in, maybe it's been kicking in for a while, maybe they can blame it on alien sex pollen in the weed, Naughty Newport Nympho blend or something.

He doesn't really care if she finds him. It's the end of shooting, and he's been hiding in his trailer, rolling the joint back and forth in his fingers and wondering what would happen if he were to just smoke it right here. )
amand_r: (Default)
Oh hallo. Are you here for something?

Of course you are.

What's your name? You're Candy?

Of course you are.

On behalf of Myself, [livejournal.com profile] cruentum, and degenerates everywhere, welcome to:


Thanks again to [livejournal.com profile] laurab1 for this gorgeous art!


Rules and link to the conversation post. )

Thanks so much. Have fun, pervs.
amand_r: (jawesome!)
1. Got a postcard from [livejournal.com profile] bluejeans07 in Korea! It was awesome! LOL.

2. Kidlet has a runny nose. Poor kidlet. On the other hand, I am sneezing, so that cannot be a good sign.

3. My kitchen is clean! Tonight—the bathroom! Also cleared the dining room table and scrubbed the walls with the magic eraser. I fucking love the magic eraser.

4. The RPS battle starts tomorrow. Brush up your anon skillz.

5. Random photopicspam. )

6. Made Asiago potatoes last night that I think put me into a coma. But I compensated by drinking some wine and playing Gauntlet: Dark Legacy. I also made the best chicken livers with bacon and corn puree, but I know how most of you feel about organ meats. They were tasty.
amand_r: (da bing)
FIRST:

1. It is the middle of the night, and you wake from a dead sleep because you have to pee. You shuffle to the bathroom and don't even bother turning on the light because you know the way. While there you realise that you have to use feminine protection. You also notice that you run out of loo roll. You unwrap the loo roll and pull the old roll from the spool, and then sit there, half awake, holding the spool in one hand and the new roll in the other.

The spool is, I repeat, the spool is NOT the feminine protection that you have yet to retrieve. No, I stopped myself before it got that far, but I did wonder why it was so big around whilst I held it.

There's a moral (sp—is that spelled right? Moral? Morel? No that's a mushroom. Moral reminds me of sorrel, which always make me think of High Chapparal. Chapparal? Chaparale? Fuck. I'll quit before I start questioning the spelling of "the" and "chair") here, but I don't know who it is.

2. Watching season one of the Tudors again. Why does everyone give each other brooches? From now on, everyone's getting brooches from me.

Side note: OH HAI THAR, EXTREME HOTTNESS THAT IS JOHN RHYS-MYERS' ABS. HOLY FUCK.

3. In cleaning my house, I am stunned by the sheer amount of junk I have, in the form of bits and baubles and things that I cannot simply throw in a box and label. I have baskets and small boxes of little things that I simply don't know what to do with—things I no longer want and haven't needed in the past three years, not enough to unpack them from the basement boxes in which a great deal of them reside. I find myself pitching large quantities of crap. I want to be as light as possible.

Likewise, wow, half-price books, you are awesome.

Additionally, in going through my shelves and boxes of books in the basement, I am slowly filling a box of books marked, simply, "unread". So this year, I shall endeavor to empty that box. It's filled with contemporary novels, non fiction, and a bunch of classic lit I never got to. Like some Dickens and Orczy and even one or two poets whose volumes I purchased and never finished. I would promise not to buy any more books until I finish these, but that is foolhardy and something to which I can never hold myself. So I shan't lie that way. But it's a goal—read more. Read well. Read smartly.

That said, I read the latest Hamilton Merry Gentry book, Divine Misdemeanours. Hey, it's in my ereader. OMG SPOILERS )

4. OH HAI. RPF/RPS CARNIVALE THIS WEEKEND. RIGHT THE FUCK IN THIS LJ. [livejournal.com profile] cruentum IS SO EXCITED HE'S ABOUT TO VIBRATE THROUGH THE INTERNETS. THEN HE WILL BE THE GHOST IN THE SHELL, AND HE'LL HAUNT YOUR ISP AND WHEN YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING YOUR THESIS, HE'LL REPLACE ALL THE IMAGES AND PIE CHARTS IN THE DOCUMENT WITH PICTURES OF JB'S ASS. YOU MIGHT BE AMUSED. YOUR THESIS ADVISOR AT THE ENTOMOLOGY DEPARTMENT PROBABLY WON'T BE. I think I already addressed this above, but whatevs.

Don't let that happen to you. Write for the Torchwood/Doctor Who RPF Carnivale.

5. So we have a little bit of snow in Pittsburgh this past month. So some mutherfuckers decide it's a great time to do some URBAN SKIING. My favorite is probably the Joe Montana bridge at about 4:00 to the end, and if you watch the credits you not only see some awesome FAIL, but you hear them make fun of Yinzertalk, which is always fun. (h/t [livejournal.com profile] emquilxy)

6. I'm in season two of the Sopranos again. How did I miss this gem? TONY: (frustrated and with finality) Cunnilingus and psychiatry have brought us to this.

Yes. Tony. Yes.

7. My TW season 4 file is corrupted or something, and it was my back up copy. I checked the original and it has no changes since last month. It's like Jesus doesn't want me to write TW anymore. Okay, Jesus.
amand_r: (the asian persuasion)
[livejournal.com profile] arsenicjade is here for Chinese New Year! Ordinarily I would be up to my elbows in dough right now!

Mother nature has other plans [insert bad rimming joke here]. )
amand_r: (the asian persuasion)
1. The response to the RPF is lolarious. Part of me is like, "Well, you knew it would be like this," and the rest of me is like, O_o? Not mad or anything, so much as intrigued in a dissecting animals way.

2. Porno or Pony? You decide. I got 5/12, so obviously I need to watch more porn, and also get me some more fishponies. (h/t [livejournal.com profile] kwanalicious)

3. Oh yeah, BTW:



[livejournal.com profile] laurab1 is love.

4. I am immensely proud to announce this: [livejournal.com profile] tw_itallchanges. Check it out, friends it, and then read along. The episodes are OUTSTANDING, and the construction of the entire season is amazing. I have an ep in here, co-written with mah fishpony, [livejournal.com profile] cruentum. Don't worry, we don't use any non-famous significant others. :P I think there might be puke, though.

5. [livejournal.com profile] lefaym asked me 5 questions. They are all about Tor--no wait, they are not. )

I suppose if you're dying to have me ask you questions, you can respond to this meme with a quote like, "NOT IN THE FACE! THE GOGGLES! THEY DO NOTHING!" AND I'LL ASK YOU 5. But I might have company, so I email fu will be weak, like Dumbledore after he drank all that manky water in HBP. Then he fell off that tower (SNAPE DID NOT KILL HIM! HAN SHOT FIRST!), and then everyone did that 21 wand salute into the sky or something. I forget. For me the pain is not very near, or some shit. Wow, four pop culture refs I one paragraph. I must be slipping.

Come on, if I referenced "Play Misty For Me", would any of you get it?

6. On my recommendation, [livejournal.com profile] cruentum watched Logan's Run. Something about this makes me lol. I also lol that he didn't email me afterwards and demand those two hours of his life back. Owaite, lemme get my TARDIS and we'll refund that to store credit. Haahahahahaha IF YOU SEE ANYTHING CALLED CAROUSEL, RUN, CRUE! YOUR HAND CLOCK IS FLASHING!
amand_r: (jawesome!)
1. RIP Captain Phil We'll all miss you. :(

2. OMG THE END OF SEASON THREE OF DEXTER WAS WORTH ALL THE CRAP. So uh, if a girl wanted to get ahold of Season 4, who might she have to blow to do that? OH MY GOD LUNDY!

3. The RPS poll is closed, and the end results are:

RPF COMMENT FIC CARNIVALE—March 6-7, 2010
Anon and de-anon stories welcome.
Prompts: trailer time, wrap party, a song and a dance

4. I might have done a bad bad thing last night, and plotted a fanfic. It involves a dead faerie prince, a mourning mother, a diplomatic liaison to the sidhe, a never ending snowfall, Torchwood climbing Snowden, and Suzie with some enchanted apples. And some funny funny references to Jack and Tam Lin. And it's not a party unless you quote Shakespeare at least twice. You know. Hah.

I just had to get that put there. Not doing the darkfest, not doing reel tw. DOING THIS. (AND JESUS PLEASE, DON'T OFFER ME ANY INFORMATION ABOUT: FAERIES, ELVES, TAM LIN, OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAVE WRITTEN ANY OF IT--I HATED GAIMAN'S VERSIONS, BTW--WELSH MYTHOLOGY, THE COMPLEXITIES OF ANY OF IT, ETC ETC ETC. This is precisely what I mean when I say that I DON'T CARE. It's like writing a vampire story and then having a "vampire expert" come in and tell you you're doin' it wrong, and it's really really frustrating and styming. If I need/want help, I will ask. Thanks guys.)

5. [livejournal.com profile] askance, man, it's like 8k and it's…half done? Blue saw the first part. :D

6. It looks as if Chinese New Year is being cancelled at Chinghaus for the first time since we started it, which blows mightily. We'll have to move to a restaurant and have them feed us. Suck factor: high. Upside: I won't have to clear my table. On the other hand, the window of possibility that [livejournal.com profile] arsenicjade will make it here from Illinois is looking slimmer and slimmer. :(

7. FIC SOON. AWWWW SHIT.
amand_r: (the server is robust)
1. Sometimes when your kid is doing an overnighter at her grandparents, you go to bed at 3 and wake up at 2:43. And then IT IS TIME FOR BIB FORTUNA.



2. So I dredged up some old issues that I have with fandom last night and they made me depressed and worried. Why do I do that to myself? Bah.

3. Then I had a dream that I was trying to...save some of my old CDs or something, and someone told me that what I was doing wouldn't preserve them, and I scoffed at them, and then I ended breaking them, and I should have fit them back together, but they had cooled like bent shrinkydinks in addition to being broken. I cannot help but worry that my brain is telling me something about what dredges up number 2. Hrm.

4. Hair: cut thyself. Accio haircut. Hrm.

5. Snow. Uh huh.

6. So a lot of you read the RPF yesterday, and a lot of you commented, which is awesome. There was some general…amusement and also wondering what the subjects themselves thought (and genuine concern that they were aware of this). So I'll inform the worried that yes, they saw it before you did, in a locked post right below yours, in which we had a discussion about what it was like. I have been told that I can share what they had to say (edited to cut certain things that are too personal for you. sorry! :P)

Nick, Amanda and Carolyn have thinky thoughts. )

Jeffrey Jones: ...Well. There you have it.

*Emperoresque flounce*
amand_r: (Default)
It's an experiment. Feel free to read, or skip. I welcome your thoughts, as do the subjects of the fic.

Title: The Lambs of Spring
Author: [livejournal.com profile] amand_r
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Nicholas H. Cruentum/Carolyn
Rating: PG-13 for language
Wordcount: 2,980
Author's Notes: This is part of the RPS fictive construct challenge. Some of this stuff is from factual knowledge of the peoples involved based on what they have said or written. Some of it, including this scenario, is completely fictional. LOL. Biography? "Be nice to me or I'll put you in my novel"?
Summary: They see each other so rarely. It shouldn't be this fraught with crap.

The Lambs of Spring )
amand_r: (Default)
1. My pierogie class for tomorrow was canceled, due to lack of interest. I feel sad inside. Meh. That's okay though, because my mom is taking the kid tonight. Like taking her and she is spending the night!

2. Also I had this dream last night that my butterscotch pudding (which I made and put in the fridge last night) looked like translucent butterscotch pudding, and when I tasted it, it was just orange jello. I kept stirring it and digging to the bottom because I thought maybe the "flavah" had sunk down to the bottom, but alas.

Somehow that led to me, in the dream, going to an academic convention with a bunch of very smart people who had Opinions on Harry Potter, daleks and…something, but when we all sat down to the opening get-together in an auditorium, the speaker at the lectern said, "Hello and welcome" and we all clapped and no one stayed for the rest of it. I guess intellectuals don't have to stay at the opening ceremonies because it's not nerdy enough.

Keep in mind that I NEVER go to the opening thing to begin with, usually because I'm wasted somewhere.

BUT BUT BUT, I don't remember much, aside from some creepy Asian dude who didn't think I deserved to be there, because I wasn't a grad student at MIT (LOOK MAN IT'S A CONFERENCE ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND DALEKS. THE AUDIENCE CHAMBER LOOKS LIKE THE SET OF JEOPARDY, ASSWIPE.). I woke up with this overwhelming idea that I should write a Hermione/Snape in which Sirius comes back from beyond the Veil with a pile of bloody coins, and then there's hurt/comfort and then eventually polyamory.

I'd like to point out that I have never. Ever. Ever written Sirius. EVER. In all my fics, he's dead, even the AUs. But even as I sit here, I think of a load of pennies turned red with blood and I think, "This is a great idea." Then I make funny jokes about the CoinStar machine.

3. I DID A STRANGE, STRANGE THING LAST NIGHT, and I want to share it with you, and maybe someday I will be allowed to.

4. My Chinese New Year shopping list is still unstarted. I have to get off my arse.

5. My kid just ate a cheerio off the floor. I hope that was from this morning. Okay so I find that I treat most things in this world like the emperor in Amadeus at 3:34 of this scene:



6. I started my last haiti fic in my head last night and it is awesome. Also, the VS episode is done and secret project one is close to being done, which just leaves secret project 2 and the bodyswap, on which I made a plotting breakthrough. If all goes well, I should be done with all this by the end of the month.
amand_r: (spartans dine)
1. This actually works for me in many ways: The Birdcage recut so that it looks like a trailer for a drama:




2. LAND by [livejournal.com profile] cthonus: read it. I can't stress how much I love this man's fic, but look:

"Does he?" Ianto asked unable to keep the bitterness from seeping into his tone. "You know what fucking stupid me did earlier? No?" He swallowed. "I told him I loved him." His shame burned on his cheeks. "I lay in his arms and told him I loved him."

Toshiko's hand went instinctively to cover her mouth. "What did he say?"

"Nothing." He spat. "Not a single bloody word."


OMG AND OWEN AND JACK AND DRAGOSTEA DIN TEA. I AM JUST SAYING.

[livejournal.com profile] cthonus, PIMP YOUR FIC! YOU DESERVE A BILLIONTY COMMENTS, NOT THREE OR FOUR OR EIGHT.

3. [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti fics underway. The big one is…well. Hrm. Planning. Post its are posty. Sort of. TOSH FIC IS TOSHY.

4. Chinese New Year menu is missing…three courses. Well, a pork and a soup. Fuckbears. Noodles might be a repeat, but my Bible says that they went quickly last year. But the pork dish has been the same for the past three years, so I think I might try something different. On the other hand, the duck is complicated enough that I maybe shouldn't be trying something complicated. Hrm. And fish.

THERE ARE TOO MANY THINGS TO PONDER IN THE MURKY WATERS. ALSO, [livejournal.com profile] sthayashi, Prepare to come early, because you are going to help me prep and make summer rolls. I will teach you, weedhopper.

5. Remember that the poll for the RPF (Carnivale!) is still open, so if you are interested and haven't voted yet, please go see here. The mods have yet to get back to us, so we might not be able to promote it. In which case, WE SHALL RELY ON YOU, LIKE PBS.

6. Stumbled on another picture of Russell Tovey. Good god, you could fly to Guam with those ears. Still. Cute.
amand_r: (rps/scott and john)
Hi all! Okay so [livejournal.com profile] cruentum and I want to host an RPF version of [livejournal.com profile] 51stcenturyfox's porn battles, and we would like your input.

First, lemme post our rules, so that you get a basic idea of how it works:

1. At this point, this BATTLETHINGBAZAAR is Torchwood/Doctor Who centred. At least one of the individuals in your story/stories should be associated with either show. "Crossovers" are fine.
2. Stories may be RPF or RPS and may contain some or no sexual content.
3. The idea is to write comment-sized stories. Story length of 1 to 4 comments is fine (that's 0 - ca 2500 words). Alternatively, post the story to your LJ and link it here.
4. When posting, please use the subject line to indicate who the story involves (individuals' names or pairings) and if the story contains explicit sexual content or not.
5. WIP snippets are fine, but the story shouldn't be published earlier.
6. Anon commenting is turned on, IP logging is off
7. No bashing, no nastiness. Let's try to keep the themes and vibes of this positive (trusting your judgment here)
8. Pairing individuals with significant others is fine (for example, John/Scott). Pairing individuals with significant others that are not their own is fine (for example, Burn/Gemma). Making up individuals (ie. fans as long as not identifiable as a specific person in fandom) to pair them with someone is fine (for example, Naoko/fan).

So, with that in mind, we have a poll. Two, actually. If you are interested in reading/writing for the event, please take it and comment if you want:

[Poll #1516609]

Thanks everyone. I'll keep this open for about five days from the time the announcement pimping it gets to the [livejournal.com profile] tw_rpf comm. [POLL WILL CLOSE ON FEB NINTH.]
amand_r: (crimmas/jack wearing santa)
1. As I was linked to a rec for Heat Goes To Cold and One Thousand yesterday, the recs mentioned that the stories were ten years old, and it took me aback for a second. They ARE ten years old. At least. They might have been posted in 1998 (the notes say 1999 and 2000, but by 2000 I was living in my flat, and I had posted them before that, so I might be wrong.). I forget. Holy fucking shit. TEN YEARS in online fandom at least. And people are STILL READING them. Thanks people!

2. I feel slightly old.

3. I noticed a few days ago that LJ changed their search function. It now sucks balls. Some journals I would just look up whenever I wanted to see them, and now I can't do that, because they no longer show up in any search function.

Thanks lj, for becoming completely fucktarded. And don't bitch about how I'm a whiny fandom person because I said nothing all through strike through, nipplegate, the plus account/ad bullshit and the recent gender!fail crap. I hate you because your code is stepping backwards, like someon moron deciding they need to throw out their Blue-Ray player for goddamned Betamax.

I have just proven that poem about how when the came for my neighbour, I did nothing, and then they came for mah other neighbour and I did nothing, and then they came and took my Bagelfuls and I uh, I dunno. I forget that poem.

Or that other porn about how if I keep my head when chaos is all around me, then Jackie Aprile might shoot me in the head at a card game. Wait. No.

Sooper secret response for [livejournal.com profile] arsenicjade Dr O: (sigh) sometimes I just get so overwhelmed, I don't know whether to start from the left or from the right.

4. I want Burger King. I KNOW YOU THINK I MEAN THE FOOD, BUT NO, I MEAN THE BURGER KING. ROWR.

PSYCH, I WAS KIDDING. I WANT ME A WHOPPER. THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID. NO I MEAN THE BURGER. BUT WITH ONLY CHEESE, ONION, KETCHUP, MUSTARD AND PICKLES. IT'S LIKE ASKING THEM TO MAKE YOU A CHEESE BURGER THAT IS 2X THE SIZE! BOO YAH!

5. Yet another reason why Pittsburgh is an awesome place to live. Excerpt: "We wanted to do this street theater to energize people," said Mr. Buba, who wore a name tag bearing the name of UPMC board member G. Nicholas Beckwith III for the mock meeting. "The zombie link works because zombies have an insatiable appetite for human flesh and UPMC seems to have an insatiable appetite for chewing up our communities."

6. It started to snow here in the evening. I put on Ashokan Farewell and stood outside in the drift for about 20 minutes. Good times.

7. I bought this and lost it years ago (I might have given it to a co-worker in the English Department and never got it back; we're squirrely like that.), and I think I might get it again. LOL that amazon remembers that I bought it on April 13, 2003. Oh sad sad sad. :(

8. I'M GONNA SPEND MY MUTHERFUCKING CRIMMAS WITH A MUTHERFUCKING DALEK, BITCHES.

9. I take back all the bad things I was thinking about Dexter. I just got to the point where he tells Cody he'll go to his school for his report on Saudi Arabia.

10. DEAR CRUENTUM, I AM NOT YOUR SANTA, BUT I WROTE YOU FLUFFY SCOTT/JB RPS. No, it wasn't me. I wish it had been.
amand_r: (rps/scott and john)
Title: Little Merry Lies
Author: [livejournal.com profile] amand_r
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Scott/John
Rating: PG. Language!
Wordcount: 1,600
Author's Notes: for [livejournal.com profile] cruentum for the holidays. ♥ xiao di di. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] 51stcenturyfox for the beta tinsel!
Summary: It's one of those things, an accident, really, that became a lie, and then the lie became too difficult to back out of.

Little Merry Lies )
amand_r: (HP/mad eye mentos)
I THINK IT MIGHT BE A TUMAH (IT'S NOT A TUMAH.) BUT ANYWAY, I DO THESE MEMES, SOMETIMES, BECAUSE.

My link on the You're Just this Awesome Meme You can totally finger bang me there. But not here. This is a family journal.

I leave you with two pages of TORCHWOOD (fen) RPF THEATRE PRESENTS: )

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