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turpsI received a statement from one of my store cards today, opened it and saw that they'd put my credit limit up by £1000! At first I was all, OMG and had the money spent within minutes. The store card's for a group of shops and I was imagining all the new clothes I could get, and a TV and all sorts of things. But then my brain kicked in. We're struggling to pay the debts we have now, another £1000 on top of that would be stupidity, but man, I want to spend it so much. But I won't and I'm pissed that the company just shoves that amount of credit onto my card without asking if I wanted it. All that money and I can't touch it. You know sometimes it sucks to be a grown-up.
Still writing ficlets, did another TrickC last night now next on the list is a Brennan/Lance, which will have to be an AU I think. That is unless Lance is hiding mutant abilities under that cool stare ;) I've also been thinking about the one![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
patchworkdragon asked for and got excited when I realised I could sort of legitimately tie Chris (Nsync) and Blair ( The Sentinel) together. Think about it. Blair once said that he took a psychology course at university, so did Chris. What's to say they didn't meet there, okay Blair went to school at Ranier but he could have went on an exchange or something. Okay the time lines may be out a little. Blair was born in 1969, Chris was born in 1971 but it's close enough to fudge for a ficlet, and ... I'm thinking about this too much aren't I? *g*
I finally finished OotP last night, and have to say I thought the end was a bit of an anti-climax. The death was pretty tame I thought. Maybe because surfing earlier I found someone's LJ who talked about the book with very detailed spoilers and couldn't resist reading. I really enjoyed the book, loved Ron, loved Neville and thought the scene where the Weasley twins created the swamp, then swept out of the school on their liberated brooms was the best thing ever! I love those twins, though I horrified myself by thinking about asking for twin slash recs. What with reading Cartercest and now thinking about this ( twincest?) I'm thinking I have a thing for incest. But really I shouldn't be surprised, I seem to have a thing about a lot of things *g*
Oh well, off to write. If anyone still wants a ficlet feel free to ask here I'm still taking requests.
Still writing ficlets, did another TrickC last night now next on the list is a Brennan/Lance, which will have to be an AU I think. That is unless Lance is hiding mutant abilities under that cool stare ;) I've also been thinking about the one
patchworkdragon asked for and got excited when I realised I could sort of legitimately tie Chris (Nsync) and Blair ( The Sentinel) together. Think about it. Blair once said that he took a psychology course at university, so did Chris. What's to say they didn't meet there, okay Blair went to school at Ranier but he could have went on an exchange or something. Okay the time lines may be out a little. Blair was born in 1969, Chris was born in 1971 but it's close enough to fudge for a ficlet, and ... I'm thinking about this too much aren't I? *g*I finally finished OotP last night, and have to say I thought the end was a bit of an anti-climax. The death was pretty tame I thought. Maybe because surfing earlier I found someone's LJ who talked about the book with very detailed spoilers and couldn't resist reading. I really enjoyed the book, loved Ron, loved Neville and thought the scene where the Weasley twins created the swamp, then swept out of the school on their liberated brooms was the best thing ever! I love those twins, though I horrified myself by thinking about asking for twin slash recs. What with reading Cartercest and now thinking about this ( twincest?) I'm thinking I have a thing for incest. But really I shouldn't be surprised, I seem to have a thing about a lot of things *g*
Oh well, off to write. If anyone still wants a ficlet feel free to ask here I'm still taking requests.
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Date: 2004-01-12 06:18 am (UTC)Also, twincest! I lovelovelove the Weasley twins.
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Date: 2004-01-12 06:38 am (UTC)That's pretty much how I felt, it was built up with so much hype and then, eh, fell through, was gone. The death in Goblet was like, harrowing compared to it (mainly 'cause it's so thoughtless and careless, just, kill him, we don't need him). And personally, I won't believe he's really gone 'til the last sentence of the last book lol
As for TwinCest (and Weasleycest in general), you let me know hon, I've got a couple of very lovely, really rather short, fics bookmarked, they're definitely the place to start if you wanna see if you like it :o) Also, may I just briefly rec glockgal's HP Art (http://www.doyourthing.org/glock/), not that I wanna encourage you or anything **smiles winningly and bounces away**
font size="1">not to self, get a new twincest icon, that picture is from the first year, they were 13. They're 17 now. GET A NEW ONE! ahem. Yes, bye! **gropes and runs away**
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Date: 2004-01-12 06:52 am (UTC)Credit card companies will lower limits if you ask them to. We've done it a couple of times, when either the company put it up without asking, or we had to up it temporarily for one big purchase.
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Date: 2004-01-12 06:54 am (UTC)And, if you are still looking to write ficlets, I am now on a Chowie kick, and there is very little out there to satisfy me. I like the idea that they knew each other at Valencia... so either something where they interact at Valencia, or something where they meet later and refer back to their time at Valencia. Yay Chowie!
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Date: 2004-01-12 07:46 am (UTC)/twirls thinking about Chowie fic
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Date: 2004-01-12 09:15 am (UTC)You're on my list and will have some Chowie ASAP.
Good choice btw!
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Date: 2004-01-12 09:20 am (UTC)I totally want to spend it all. Now.
I'll be strong, I have to be.
Also, twincest! I lovelovelove the Weasley twins.
Nooooooo! Don't say that! I love the twins too, but reading twincest. I'm not listening. Look at me with my fingers in my ears.
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Date: 2004-01-12 09:44 am (UTC)I phoned them not long ago and asked them to take it off. As much as I'd love to trust myself the temptation was just too big.
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Date: 2004-01-12 10:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-12 12:28 pm (UTC)I've done you a Chowie, I hope you like it.
Part 1
Chris is hungry, it’s been a long time since breakfast, and lunch didn’t happen. Which is normal, canteen meals are an expense he just can’t afford, not when his car’s in the shop again and he needs every cent he has to get it fixed. It’s hard sometimes, trying to better himself while trying to help his mom and exist himself. But one thing Chris does have in abundance is self belief and drive.
Success will come one day, and Chris repeats that to himself on the nights he’s bone weary after working his job, while knowing there’s at least three hours of homework to complete before bed. Coffee is Chris’ best friend then, and he learns to make it hot, sweet and strong as he gulps cup after cup. Trying to understand the complexities of human behaviour as he sits heavy eyed into the early hours, cup of coffee in one hand, cheap biro in the other.
His life can be hard, but he’s had worse and Chris knows it’ll end one day. He just hopes it’s soon, and longs for the day he can walk into a canteen and order anything off the menu.
It’s getting dark and Chris squints at the clock tower, sighing when he realises that it’s another fifty minutes for the bus home. Chris thinks about walking for a moment, but it’s a long journey and he’s tired. He always is on a Monday, when he stays late for choir practice. The choir is something Chris could never give up, when he sings he forgets about cheap clothes and empty stomachs and just feels, as he sings with joy, letting the other voices support him as he pushes his voice to its limits.
Music is a balm to his soul and being around other singers makes Chris feel alive, as he bounces round the practice room, high on life. The other members tolerate him, most even like him and it’s that room, and those people, that reaffirm that Chris is doing the right thing when he’s so tired he could cry.
But choir practice also means late nights. Not a problem normally when his rust bucket is working, but tonight he’s stranded. Chris would have asked for a lift, but the stands needed stowing and the room tidied, and Chris helped, like he does every week. Snatching at any chance to talk music with the choir master who lets Chris talk about his hopes and dreams as they stack sheet music and rearrange chairs.
When Chris does get outside everyone’s gone and he perches on the cold stone steps, pulling a text book from his bag, soon becoming lost in the world of Freud, ego and id. There’s a slight breeze and he pushes at the locks of hair that have blown into his eyes with a casual gesture. Closing the book with a sigh, he pushes it back into the overfilled bag that lies at his feet, one step below, then takes off his glasses, rubbing at his eyes with both fists.
“Kirkpatrick, what are you still doing here?” Howie Dorough, the quiet kid from choir, drops down next to Chris, dropping his bag with a thump. “I thought you’d have gone ages ago.”
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Date: 2004-01-12 12:29 pm (UTC)“Yeah, well I would’ve if that heap of rust was running, as it is I’m stuck here waiting.” Chris looks at Howie, they don’t talk that often. Howie’s quiet, Chris isn’t. He’s surprised that Howie has actually sat next to him and Howie seems to realise that and indicates the doorway behind them with a sweep of his arm.
“I’ve had to go see Prof. Evans about my grades. He seems to think I can do better, personally I think he needs to get his head out of his ass.”
“Tell me about it!” Chris laughs, remembering his own summons to his own prof.. “Last week Prof.Windsor told me I needed to buck up my ideas and I’d never be a success if I carried on as I was.”
“He said that to you? Is he crazy? I’ve never seen anyone work as hard as you do.” Howie seems genuinely surprised, and Chris grins, enjoying the compliment.
“He probably is crazy, there’s a reason he’s head of psych.” Twirling his fingers in a mad gesture, Chris laughs then laughs more when Howie repeats the gesture, adding in some extra hand twirls for the sake of it.
“You’re a great singer.” Howie seems embarrassed as he changes the subject, looking at the cigarette butts that litter the steps. “The best in choir for sure.”
“Naw, that would be you.” Chris is feeling gracious and Howie is a great singer. “You kicked ass on that last song.”
“You were better. Your voice is awesome. You should be on stage not working to get a degree.” Howie’s sincere and as Chris looks at him he realises that he could tell Howie all his dreams and he wouldn’t laugh. Not like his so called friends in high school who thought no one from Chris’ side of town would ever succeed. Excitement mounting, Chris turns so he can see Howie better and catches him staring, every bit of his attention on Chris.
“It’s funny you said that…”
It’s the start of a friendship that burns bright and true, and a love affair that destroys it. But at that moment all Chris knew was he had someone who got it and at that moment, no hunger or tiredness could destroy that.
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Date: 2004-01-12 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-12 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-13 02:20 am (UTC)You know I'm loving these ficlets, but every so often one wants to run away and become a longer story. This is one of those *g*
Don't know if it would run to that many pages though ;)
Thanks for asking for something!
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Date: 2004-01-15 05:45 am (UTC)I hope it's what you want :)