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[turps]

Happy birthday, brighton_girl Beth, I hope today is fantastic for you <3

As it seems to be the trend to mention this, my view on the new user info page is, I don't mind it at all. It gives you numbers right there at the top of your page -- yes, I am that lazy to not want to scroll -- and that has to be a win. From looking at those numbers it seems I missed my ljversary. By quite a while. Oh well. So, thumbs up, LJ. It may not be the best looking thing out there, but it gives you all the info you need.

I'm sitting waiting for SPN and CSI to finish downloading, and this is the time I'd normally go make hot chocolate, because hot chocolate is perfect to drink while watching my shows. However. We have no milk. Or hot chocolate. And in fact we have no coffee either. Now we do have tea bags but tea needs milk, so I'm drinking hot orange juice. Which is fine. I like hot orange juice. But it's not hot chocolate. And now you know all about my hot drinks situation. Aren't you glad?

My story is off at beta and now I'm nervously waiting for reactions. I should probably get started on SeSa or finish off my other fic but I want to do any revisions first. Of which they'll probably be many. The cycle of a story, man. You fall in love with it as you write. Then think it's the worst thing ever. Then later on you read and think, this isn't bad. At least that's what I do, anyway.

Woo! Shows have been achieved. Now what do I watch first? That's the question.

ETA: SPN spoilers in comments.

Comments

[randomling]

Supernatural! Because then I can talk to you about it - I'm just about to watch myself!

[beams at you]

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You drive a hard bargain, Lucy!

Supernatural it is!

[llamabitchyo.livejournal.com]

You know... I love you dearly and support the hot chocolate urge, but I think I'm very, very glad I don't live in the land of hot orange juice.

[randomling]

[applauds] Yay!

Also: OH, BOYS.

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

I shall have to send you random spice teas, tm, so that you can have more choice of milk-free hot drinks - but that won't be hot chocolate either.

(I did about 1/2 the BiS edit earlier this week - it has lots of hearts in the margins)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You know, spice teas are something I've never really drank. It never crossed my mind, really. Obviously I'm stuck in my ways. Hot chocolate. It's been my favourite thing lately. When I post that story it'll be Bob in Spaaaace ( fueled by hot chocolate ) *g*

<3 Though I imagine there'll be lots of, are you on crack, too.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know if it's a land thing. It may just be a my family thing *g*

Ahahahaha. Awesome icon choice.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Does this mean you've watched! Can we discuss!?

I have!

[randomling]

I have watched! And, OMG DEAN. :O

I so need an SPN icon, man.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

It was such a fun episode in many ways, then they hit you with that scene at the end and it's just. Ouch. It hurts my heart that they're still that distance between them.

Still, seeing teddy attempt to shoot himself in the head, with the poof of stuffing remains made of awesome.

I really need to update my icons. They're from season one. And yes. You need one!

[llamabitchyo.livejournal.com]

Oh, if it's a Terri-thing, that's okay. :D

[randomling]

OMG the teddy. That was so awful and so hilarious at the same time. Dear me, it's just.... "We're teddy bear doctors!" I love my boys.

I loved the concept - ooh, wishing well gone bad! - and the whole thing about Hell is just amazing. That Dean remembers every second and no, Sam, talking about it won't make it better. (You know what might, Sam? A HUG. You wouldn't think Sam was meant to be the sensitive girly one when Dean blurts out his problems and Sam just goes, [blank stare of emo]. I know he's all confused and upset and stuff, but really, HUG YOUR BROTHER.)

Um, rant over? :D

I definitely need an SPN icon. Mmmmm, boys. You will have to have a Chris instead!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

The teddy suicide amused me, as did invisible boy getting knocked down. I don't know what that says about me *g*

I feel hugs are always a good thing. I don't know how receptive Dean would have been, but yes. Your rant is noted and understood!

I'll never turn down a Chris!

[randomling]

Chris. ♥

Oh, the invisible boy was awesome. The whole idea was so clever! Let's save some naked women. :D (Oh DEAN. Again.)

And yes, okay, Dean would probably not be that receptive to the hugs. But I feel they should be offered all the same. For Sam is supposed to be all sensitive and shit. And yet, no huggage. :(

Perhaps it's just that I like huggage, especially when pretty boys are involved?

Warning: I may be sick.

[indicinderelly.livejournal.com]

Happy belated anniversary! :)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I fully believe hugs are the best thing in the WORLD! Especially when pretty boys are involved.

HUG HIM, SAM!

Lucy. I want to do that ficlet. Tell me no!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you, honey.

*mwah*

[randomling]

Yes. Sam. Hug him! (My favourite moment so far this season was when Sam almost punched Dean and then realized it was really him and HUGGED HIM YAY.)

Yes. YES! For me? ♥

I'm sorry. I am weak and excited. :D

[withdiamonds.livejournal.com]

Here's my favorite hug of all four seasons so far. Not that there's been many to choose from, but this one more than good.

[withdiamonds.livejournal.com]

I've never heard of hot orange juice. I'm not sure what to think.

I'm sitting here with a half cup of cold coffee and a nice hot pot of it in the kitchen, but both Neville and Lucy are on my lap, along with the laptop, and I hate to disturb them. Mostly because if I wake Nev up, he's going to want to go outside and chase critters again, and we really just came in a few minutes ago. Which is why my coffee is cold, it sat here while we looked for squirrels.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Yes! I love that hug too!

You're a bad influence!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Hot orange juice has always been one of my comfort drinks. I'm always surprised more people don't drink it.

You're a slave to your animals *g*

Not that I blame you.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Also.

Gerard hadn't actually planned to work in a holiday camp. What he'd intended to do was make a splash in the entertainment industry, create cartoons or actual comic strips that would win awards. Except, a year out of college where he'd survived on the dole and Gerard needed to do something. So he'd applied to work for Turplins, and really, it isn't that bad.

He gets to live in a sweet caravan with his brother and Frank, and sometimes Ray and Chris are there too, and Bob, and other assorted staff that keep turning up on their steps and never leaving -- seriously, that short kid with the tattoos and scary white teeth has been camped out on the couch since last summer and Gerard still doesn't know his name -- so it's not a bad life at all. Especially as Gerard gets to set up his stall and spend hours drawing each day.

He's got a spot in the plaza, right next to Frank's stall. It means Gerard can balance himself on his small fold-out chair, sketch book in his lap and allow himself to be caught in the caricatures, elongating a nose or making ears huge, Frank's chatter a constant background noise as he carefully smooths on glittering tigers and Alfred Alpaca tattoos and makes the girls giggle when he winks as they wave goodbye.

Even if Gerard keeps his own sketch books -- the ones full of his own characters and ideas -- hidden under his bed now. Well, he's not about to complain.

"I swear, if I have to see one more dolphin."

For once there's no queue for Frank's stall, and he takes the chance to grab his can of coke from where it's hidden behind the display of temporary tattoos. Taking a gulp he drains the can before crumpling it up and dashing over to the bin.

"It's just. Dolphins. Why would you even want them on your body? Even for a short while."

"Dolphins are pretty." Gerard tears the page from his sketchbook and sprays the caricature with fixative, handing it over with his best customer smile. "There you go, that's £4.75, please."

Taking the sketch, the man holds it up to his wife and she digs in her purse, handing over £5. "There you go, pet. You can keep the change."

"Thank you," Gerard says, and slips the note into his money tin as the family bustle away.

"25p tip, last of the big spenders."

Gerard shrugs, it's still money and it means he can buy a bag of crisps later. Turning to a fresh page, he looks at Frank. "What's wrong with dolphins?"

"There's nothing wrong with them. Just I don't want them on my body."

"And yet you have a sparkly unicorn on your arse." Not even trying to hide his smile, Gerard picks up a dark blue pen and starts to sketch. "Do you know dolphins like sex for fun?"

"No I did not, but more importantly why did you know that?" Frank holds up his hand then. "No, don't tell me, I don't want to know. And. I don't have a sparkly unicorn tattoo on my arse."

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Sketching in a fin, Gerard looks up through his hair that's fallen into his eyes. "Despite what you and Mikey seem to think, I'm not deaf and I'm not blind. I definitely saw a sparkly unicorn."

Frank looks at Gerard, eyes narrowing. "Watch my stall." He hurries over to the pancake stall and jumps up on the wall, leaning on Pancake Bitch for support before waving wildly in the direction of the coffee bar in the middle of the plaza.

Gerard's about to shade the fin when Frank comes back and hops back onto his stool, chin up and arms crossed as he says, "Soon the truth will be known."

"Right," Gerard says, and smiles when he sees Mikey walking down the ramp from the cafe. He's got a flashing Albert Alpaca badge attached to his apron string and is wearing a pair of fluffy pink dealey boppers that sway as he walks, and really, should look ridiculous. Yet through some Mikey magic he makes it work.

"Mikey." Frank stands up on his stool, weight pushed back so he won't topple off. "Tell your brother I don't have a sparkly unicorn tattoo on my arse."

Mikey looks at Frank then at Gerard. "Frank doesn't have a sparkly unicorn sticker on his arse."

"I saw it," Gerard says, and attempts to stare Mikey down. Which of course is a lost cause, and he has to resort to the big guns. "Tell the truth."

"Fine," Mikey sighs, long-suffering to the end. "Frank, you do have a unicorn tattoo on your arse. I put it there myself."

"What?" Frank's twisting around, as if he'll be able to see through the seat of his own trousers. "Why?"

"So it'll remind you of me," Mikey says.

"Mikeyway, you romantic fucker." Frank's grinning wide and looks like he's seconds from launching himself at Mikey. "Gee, can you...."

"Go," Gerard says. "I'll watch the stall for five minutes." Which really, he's the best big brother ever.

Putting down his sketch book Gerard stands between the two stalls, smile in place as he waits for the next customer to come his way.

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

It's better than the earlier samples but there are still things I strongly dislike about the new profile. Most it things that I can easily change by writing a css userscript and apply it with Stylish but it irritates me enormously that they went ahead and introduced it so speedily instead of letting the beta process take its time.

A belated Happy LJ Anniversary!!

Milk in tea is for barbarians! :-) Hot orange juice? Yeah, why not. Especially if you added a little white wine or dry cider, a stick of cinammon and a couple of cloves, and some extra sugar.

Bob in Spaaace!!!!!