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May. 31st, 2011 03:33 pmI was at the library this morning and on the way home stopped to talk to my neighbours, who asked if I was still writing my poetry and if I'd enjoyed my trip to America.
At which point I was stuck in yet another, the fuck?! moment. Because really, poetry, trips to America, when is this madness going to end?
I'm still waiting to see the first pictures of my boys in France. They've changed the set up this year so they're using a blog, which is entertaining enough -- I especially liked the post from one scout who announced he'd jumped into a river from a pipe but was still alive, which, I'm sure his parents were thrilled about that -- but I miss seeing the uploaded pictures.
And just like that I moan and the link to the pictures is there when I refresh. Though of course my kid isn't in any of them.
I'm jumping between three stories right now, two of which are possibilities for wave two of BBB. Thankfully they're all very different kinds of stories, so working on them all isn't an issue.
I'm also having my annual, should I sign for kink_bingo or not ponder. I know I won't in the end, but each year I tell myself that maybe this is the year when I'll effortlessly write many stories of hotness. Then I laugh at myself and write someone getting stabbed or knocked over instead.
I was checking my flist yesterday and was thrilled to see that
teigh_corvus had written me a ficlet. A very delicious, lovely, achy ficlet that's part of her Werewolves in Killjoys land verse. It's past Bob/Mikey and is just gorgeous Oasis. And for those who didn't see my edit yesterday,
sperrywink came through with her side of the bathing vampire bargain and wrote sort of waycest with a side of Mikey/Pete, right here. Which is also awesome, and open ended in that it could easily go in a Mikey/Pete/Gerard direction.
But you know what I'm in the mood for right now? Prompted by a re-watch of this ridiculous clip, bb!Mikey with his birds nest hair and tiny t-shirts, and the party in the back of the trailer actually being a very cramped and faily group sex session.
BB!Mikey, most adorable always.
Or else, if Matt isn't your speed, gsf with ( this line up )
At which point I was stuck in yet another, the fuck?! moment. Because really, poetry, trips to America, when is this madness going to end?
I'm still waiting to see the first pictures of my boys in France. They've changed the set up this year so they're using a blog, which is entertaining enough -- I especially liked the post from one scout who announced he'd jumped into a river from a pipe but was still alive, which, I'm sure his parents were thrilled about that -- but I miss seeing the uploaded pictures.
And just like that I moan and the link to the pictures is there when I refresh. Though of course my kid isn't in any of them.
I'm jumping between three stories right now, two of which are possibilities for wave two of BBB. Thankfully they're all very different kinds of stories, so working on them all isn't an issue.
I'm also having my annual, should I sign for kink_bingo or not ponder. I know I won't in the end, but each year I tell myself that maybe this is the year when I'll effortlessly write many stories of hotness. Then I laugh at myself and write someone getting stabbed or knocked over instead.
I was checking my flist yesterday and was thrilled to see that
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But you know what I'm in the mood for right now? Prompted by a re-watch of this ridiculous clip, bb!Mikey with his birds nest hair and tiny t-shirts, and the party in the back of the trailer actually being a very cramped and faily group sex session.
BB!Mikey, most adorable always.
Or else, if Matt isn't your speed, gsf with ( this line up )