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Little Damn Table I : Susan/Lobsang from Discworld [06 Oct 2006|10:34am] [ mood | artistic ] [ music | Colin Hay - Overkill (Acoustic) ] Here it is, my Little Damn Table for fanfic100. ♥ Name of the Fandom: Discworld ♥ What you are claiming: The pairing of Susan Sto Helit and Lobsang Ludd ♥ What your fandom is: A book series. 001. Beginnings. 002. Middles. 003. Ends. 004. Insides. 005. Outsides. 006. Hours. 007. Days. 008. Weeks. 009. Months. 010. Years. 011. Red. 012. Orange. 013. Yellow. 014. Green. 015. Blue. 016. Purple. 017. Brown. 018. Black. 019. White. 020. Colourless. 021. Friends. 022. Enemies. 023. Lovers. 024. Family. 025. Strangers. 026. Teammates. 027. Parents. 028. Children. 029. Birth. 030. Death. 031. Sunrise. 032. Sunset. 033. Too Much. 034. Not Enough. 035. Sixth Sense. 036. Smell. 037. Sound. 038. Touch. 039. Taste. 040. Sight. 041. Shapes. 042. Triangle. 043. Square. 044. Circle. 045. Moon. 046. Star. 047. Heart. 048. Diamond. 049. Club. 050. Spade. 051. Water. 052. Fire. 053. Earth. 054. Air. 055. Spirit. 056. Breakfast. 057. Lunch. 058. Dinner. 059. Food. 060. Drink. 061. Winter. 062. Spring. 063. Summer. 064. Fall. 065. Passing. 066. Rain. 067. Snow. 068. Lightening. 069. Thunder. 070. Storm. 071. Broken. 072. Fixed. 073. Light. 074. Dark. 075. Shade. 076. Who? 077. What? 078. Where? 079. When? 080. Why? 081. How? 082. If. 083. And. 084. He. 085. She. 086. Choices. 087. Life. 088. School. 089. Work. 090. Home. 091. Birthday. 092. Christmas. 093. Thanksgiving. 094. Independence. 095. New Year. 096. Writer‘s Choice. 097. Writer‘s Choice. 098. Writer‘s Choice. 099. Writer‘s Choice. 100. Writer‘s Choice. post comment

[13 Sep 2006|01:16am] Back after hiatus. Summer got in the way, with the wonderfully crack-a-licious summercamps (I was promoted this year! Head of studies, second-in-command and direct responsible for all the kiddies. Also, bigger salary). Broke up with R and got back with him again. I love him. I'm not in love with him. I thought this was forever. Fuck it, I feel 16 again. More on that later. Have met A at summercamp. Sweet, fun. Makes me giddy. Also 8 years older than 22-year-old self. Shouldn't it bother me? It does. Never got around to writing my 200 fics for fanfic100, goddammit. I started like 25 of them and never finished any. I need to push myself harder when it comes to writing. Had a delicious crack-versation with banned scum seoinage (hey there!) over at fandom_wank which got me all excited about Ender's Game again. Alai/Ender FOREVER! Starting uni again on the 2nd. Feel up to hard work this year. I'll be able to really push myself, as I've quit teaching at the school. Aitor was heart-broken. So glad I never have to see his ugly mug again. :) I'll major in journalism if it's the last thing I do! Watched friend dig himself into a hole trying to come on to other friend, last saturday. Allan, sweetheart, you've been ignoring/adoring her for two months now. Make up your fucking mind and don't act all offended when she gets fed up with your indecision and passive-agressiveness and makes out with hot irishman, friend of A's. post comment

[14 Mar 2006|01:35pm] [ mood | artistic ] [ music | Lucha de gigantes - Nacha Pop ] Um. Writer's block, I laugh in your face! Your father was a hamster and your mother smelled of elderberries! Not really, but after many years in the Harry Potter fandom (many years cringing at the wank, often) I finally managed to finish my first R/S fic. Which is kind of important, because it means I CAN WRITE AGAIN. After 5+ years of writer's block (thank you, first fucking love, I'll always cherish your memory and hope I broke your heart as bad as you broke mine, kthxbye) I'm starting and finishing stories. I'm getting ideas. Hope is not lost yet, even if I'm still a purple prose writer. :) Anywhoo, here it is. I posted it to RemusxSirius and I'll be biting my nails until somebody comments. I hope my English didn't fail me too badly. I teach it for a living, but if you take a look around Spain that actually isn't much of a guarantee for somebody actually being good at English.  Also, woo-hoo! Weird formatting and stream-of-consciousness. Fighting writer's block the hardcore way, indeed. Hello! I've only ever commented on this lovely comm... And now I've finished my first R/S fic, so I thought I'd post it. I'm a bit nervous, there are so many talented artists and writers here! Also, introducing a Sirius!Kink: Cello!Sirius. Men who play classical music are sex-ay. And our pups are a bit fucked up. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please comment honestly, I can take it. Title: Glissando Rating: PG-13 for swearing and mentions of sex (actually, one mention) Warnings: Sometimes delves into stream-of-consciousness style. Also, wonky formatting on purpose. :) Disclaimer: They are not mine. They're JK's. Feedback: Is sought after. Concrit is inmensely appreciated! I'm not a native English speaker so I want to improve my writing. :) Summary: Sirius played the cello. Remus broke. 910 words. Author's Notes: Cello!Sirius, my new kink. ( You said you liked your cello to sound as anguished as possible, so you’d pull the bow until it was tight enough to make the instrument cry out. ) 1 comment|post comment

Fighting writer's block the hardcore way [17 Feb 2006|12:49pm] [ mood | artistic ] [ music | Black (unplugged) - Pearl Jam ] Gah! I've gone and submitted a claim to fanfic100. Actually, not one, but two. ♥ Name of the Fandom: Discworld series ♥ What you are claiming: The pairing of Susan Sto Helit and Lobsang Ludd ♥ What your fandom is: A book series. ♥ Name of the Fandom: Rurouni Kenshin ♥ What you are claiming: The pairing of Megumi Takani and Sanosuke 'Zanza' Sagara ♥ What your fandom is: Manga and TV show. I was pondering for the longest time on whether to choose Granny Weatherwax/Mustrum Ridcully instead of Susan/Lobsang. After all, I've written them before, unlike Susan/Lobsang. And what came out is probably my best fic, or at least the one I've felt happiest about. Oh well. Better focus on these 200 (if I get them! I hope I do!) and then work on more stuff. :) Ah, Rurouni Kenshin... Almost my first fandom. That brings back memories... :) And Megumi/Sano, my original OTP. Le sigh. 3 comments|post comment

[16 Feb 2006|07:50pm] [ mood | groggy ] [ music | Call on me - Eric Prydz ] The 120 Marriages of Joseph and Sarah L The young couple first married on August 5, 1744, when Joseph was eight and Sarah six, and first ended their marriage six days later when Joseph refused to believe, to Sarah's frustration, that the stars were silver nails in the sky, pinning up the black nightscape. They remarried four days later, when Joseph left a note under the door of Sarah's parents' house: I have considered everything you told me, and I do believe that the stars are silver nails. They ended their marriage again a year later, when Joseph was nine and Sarah seven, over a quarrel about the nature of the bottom of the river Brod. A week later, they were remarried, including this time in their vows that they should love each other until death, regardless of the existence of the river bed, the temperature of the river bed's bottom (should it exist), and the possible existence of starfish on the possibly existing river bed. They ended their marriage one hundred and twenty times throughout their lives and each time remarried with a longer list of vows. They were sixty and fifty-eight at their last marriage, only three weeks before Sarah died of heart failure and Joseph drowned himself in the bath. Their marriage contract still hangs over the door of the house they on-and-off shared-nailed to the top post and brushing against the SHALOM welcome mat: "It is with everlasting devotion that we, Joseph and Sarah L, reunite in the indestructible union of matrimony, promising love until death, with the understanding that the stars are silver nails in the sky, regardless of the existence of the bottom of the river, the temperature of this bottom (should it exist) and the possible existence of starfish on the possibly existing riverbed, overlooking what may or may not have been accidental grape juice spills, agreeing to forget that Joseph played sticks and balls with his friends when he promised he would help Sarah thread the needle for the quilt she was sewing, and that Sarah was supposed to give the quilt to Joseph, not his buddy, ignoring the simple fact that Joseph snores like a pig, and that Sarah is no great treat to sleep with either, letting slide certain tendencies of both parties to look too long at members of the opposite sex, not making a fuss over why Joseph is such a slob, leaving his clothes wherever he feels like taking them off, expecting Sarah to pick them up, clean them, and put them in their proper place as he should have, or why Sarah has to be such a pain about the smallest things, such as which way the toilet paper unrolls, or when dinner is five minutes later than she was planning, because, let's face it, it's Joseph who's putting that paper on the roll and dinner on the table, disregarding whether the beet is a better vegetable that the cabbage, putting aside the problems of being fat-headed and chronically unreasonable, trying to erase the memory of a long since expired rose bush that a certain someone was supposed to remember to water when his wife was visiting family, accepting the compromise of the way we have been, the way we are, and the way we will likely be. May we live together in unwavering love and good health. Amen" Excerpt from Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything is illuminated. Doesn't everybody need to read things like these now and then? It left me floating. I read it to R and he sighed, the soppiest grin on his face. I love him when he's unwillingly touched. That came out so wrong I can't stop giggling. On other news, today one of my students punched another in the face. I must say that the punched one had been earning points for that since september. Teaching is madness. Ah, well. I love thursday nights. I don't see them until next week, so today I'm beyond it all. And yet, I love it-- even if none of my students ever get my particular brand of sarcasm. In fact, luckily for me, it goes so far above their 11-year-old heads that their mothers never get to hear of it. Mothers. *shudder* Am meeting Aitor's mother on tuesday to talk about the little abomination she calls 'son'. Hope to get a word in sideways, unlike during our last meeting. And not to feel vaguely threatened the whole time. The kid is definitely not adopted. post comment

On why kids are only cute until you teach for a living & 13 going on 30 [07 Feb 2006|08:10pm] [ mood | mellow ] [ music | Vienna - Billy Joel ] Today I took my students to the computer room, since they've been behaving exceptionally well (for them, which means nobody's broken somebody else's nose lately). They were flabbergasted when I told them, one of them most of all: Aitor, my absolute worst student. Worst not as in "bad at studying" but as in "bad at fucking existing". Subsequent dialog goes as follows: Aitor: Seriously? You're taking us to the computers? M: Yes, Aitor. Aitor: Because you want to? For real? It's not that somebody told you to? M: Yes. Aitor: O-kay, just was surprised that you'd take us voluntarily... I mean, you're so evil... Little bastard. It actually made me laugh, but also hate him a little more. Also: isn't 13 going on 30 an absolute, albeit guilty, pleasure? I go weak at the knees every time I watch it. I ended up buying it because I always felt like seeing it whenever I have a crappy day. Last tuesday Aitor's class fucked me over as much as they could and I got home feeling awful... 13 going on 30 later, I was all giddy with a silly grin plastered on my face. I also shed a tear every time Jenna goes back to her parents, with Billy Joel's Vienna in the background. Someday I'll expand upon that. :) Jennifer Garner is almost too cute to handle, Mark Ruffalo's broken voice is just... whoa, and I love the fact that it has such an anti-romantic comedy feel to it. And a happy ending as well. :) Hence the icon, which just shines. Makes me smile every time. 2 comments|post comment

on why I hate my degree & LJ addictions [07 Feb 2006|07:49pm] [ mood | restless ] [ music | Inner Smile - Texas ] Tomorrow I will take my Communication Theories I exam for the fifth time. Well, actually the second time. Only I've paid for 6 sittings. I just didn't go to 4 of them. The 6th one will hopefully never come to be. This was the exact subject I got stuck upon when my mother got ill. I failed, then could not take it again. Would panic in the last moment and leave. Is that pathetic or what? I need to take it and pass. I want to major. But I'm so scared, god. I also hate the subject, which doesn't help much. I NEED TO PASS THIS TEST. But I need to sit it first. And on quite a different topic: LJ is a drug. I'm finding comms for each and every one of my obsessions. I was extremely nervous to post at first (I've actually only posted on one, on the others I've just commented). Is it like this for every newbie? I'm 21, I shouldn't get like this over teh intarwebs. Oh well. :) classic_couples ---------------> ♥! Also, people answered to my post on classic_daily  loving on Audrey Hepburn, which made me so giddy and happy. I'm like a frickin virgin here. 3 comments|post comment

Raping childhoods right, left & center [05 Feb 2006|08:40pm] [ mood | weird ] [ music | Le vent nous portera - Noir Désir ] Fandom_wank is such a goldmine for things such as these: For hours-d'oevres we have this wonderful Thundercats Outtakes. Priceless even if you can't even remember the series. Quote of choice>> Lion-O: "Ha ha ha! It's when Wiley Cat and Kid are pretending to be the most helpful that they're---dropping their pants? On the thang? While I'm talking?" And as the main course, only for those of a strong stomach among us: Slave Bear of Care-a-lot. Care Bears rape porn. Quote of choice>> "Slave Bear, you are in the rape rack for crimes against caring." Good grief. post comment

Obscurity, humanity and LJ-cuts [05 Feb 2006|05:45pm] [ mood | geeky ] [ music | Linger (unplugged) - The Cranberries ] Is Future Boy Conan that obscure a series? I finally got my wonderful 26 fansubbed eps through bittorrent and have been going through a bit of a re-watching frenzy. I cannot believe so much got stuck in my mind. I must have been 6 when I watched this series. It's fucking beautiful, that's for sure. And yet there's only 11 LJ users who list it in their interests! Too bad, for I've never seen a cartoon series with such depth or heart. Even R, who hates cartoons in general and anime in particular, became absolutely addicted to it when I showed him. ( The absolutely addictive series starts thus... ) post comment

good god, where's my sleigh? [04 Feb 2006|08:01pm] [ mood | silly ] [ music | Mellowship Slinky in B Major - RHCP ] Should I have known that every time you change the silly mood setting you lose the whole entry? I guess so, I mean, it's such a logical thing to happen. That said, finally got LJ. Won't let R know about it yet. Something to bitch about? Comm Theories I final. But I'll major if it's the last thing I do. Icon is teh pretteh. Si Manech etáit mort, Mathilde le saurait... Bit angsty though. But who doesn't like trombones? Also, mood themes are fucking cutesy. ETA: My, such a Gryffindor colour scheme. Now I'll have to quit my job. Bartending. In the dark. post comment

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