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(no subject) [Nov. 22nd, 2011|07:58 pm]
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I have run out of Irn Bru and this makes me sad enough to come on LJ and make a post to whinge about it.
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NaNoWriMo [Oct. 27th, 2011|05:39 pm]
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Urgh, it's almost November and I am so not ready! I mean, I have 9 characters that I've named but only 4 of them have any kind of proper characteristics fleshed out and I keep changing my mind on what my outline is. I have no idea what I'm going to be writing come Monday. I've tried to do NaNo a few times in the past but I've never even made it 20% of the way and I really want to succeed but I'm so worried that I won't. Again. Sigh.
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How do you fic? [Sep. 15th, 2011|10:04 am]
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I haven't written anything in over a month. What am I doing?  Normally I'd have had some rabid plot bunny sink its little teeth into my arm and not let go until I had 1000 words down but I haven't for ages.  Maybe it's because I've been neglecting my other fandoms for Doctor Who and I don't really read or write much fic for DW because there is such a mass of canon and extended universe stuff that I just don't feel the need for fic. I had a dream about Sherlock series 2 last night. I can't remember what it was about but I know I had it. I remember seeing Benedict's face. Also I think I accidentally took the lady who ordered before me's almond milk cappuccino by mistake. The barista just said 'cappuccino takeaway' but I ordered after her...anyway, it still tastes good. It's hard to tell at that place because they are one of the organic places and their milk and coffee tastes a little different to usual anyway.
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(no subject) [Aug. 30th, 2011|03:17 am]
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Oops, sorting characters from my fandoms again.

I saw a great post on Tumblr that I thought was very accurate in their sorting with the Doctor being Ravenclaw, Amy being Gryffindor, Rory being Hufflepuff, and River being Slytherin.

So I got think about other new Who companions and what houses I'd sort them into. For Rose I think Gryffindor. As much as I don't like her I still definitely think she had the brave thing down. I mean 'do you like my gun'? That's a totally Gryffindor line. Martha is was a little harder because she's a doctor so the natural instinct is to place her in Ravenclaw but then she walked the freaking world to save it and that's a very Gryffindor thing. But ultimately I think she shares more traits with Ravenclaw. Donna was also a little bit more difficult. Her slightly abrasive and forceful nature combined with the more gentle nuturing and emotional side of her means she isn't a simple one to place. I think she's probably a Hufflepuff but I would happily accept someone's interpretation of her being a Gryffindor. Mickey is a Hufflepuff with Gryffindor traits. Jack...well I'm not sure Jack is even sortable. If I had to put him a house, I'd place him Slytherin. Jackie is a Hufflepuff (probably). And Adam? Well, he's a Ravenclaw. Book smart? Yes. Street smart (which granted is a large area when you're travelling in a time machine)? Not so much. I mean the whole reason he was kicked out of the TARDIS by 9 was because he was curious enough to try and learn all he could about the new time that he found himself in. He didn't really think about the consequences, but his main focus was learning so he's clearly a Ravenclaw. Then we get to Sarah Jane. Smart, dependable, brilliant Sarah Jane. I honestly can't decide if she should be in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.

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(no subject) [Aug. 29th, 2011|12:01 am]
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I've been sorting the Suits characters.
Harvey is a Gryffindor, verging on a Slytherin.
Mike is a Ravenclaw.
Rachel is a Ravenclaw.
Donna is a Slytherin.
Jessica is a Slytherin.
Louis is a Slytherin.
Trevor is a Gryffindor (I think).
Jenny is a Hufflepuff.

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(no subject) [Aug. 27th, 2011|11:43 pm]
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I'm going to go read femmeslash for fandoms that I'm not in.
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(no subject) [Aug. 27th, 2011|09:18 pm]
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I really want to watch more Fringe, but I'm too warm and comfortable and lazy to get out of bed to get the DVD.

This has been a post.

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(no subject) [Aug. 13th, 2011|11:35 pm]
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Why do I even have emotions? My face is all puffy and sore because I spent 10 minutes of shower time crying because I'm never going to be able to meet Jon Pertwee, Patrick Troughton, or William Hartnell. Then I realised that if I ever met any of the men who have played the Doctor I would probably burst into tears in front of them and sometimes I just wish I didn't have so many damned feelings about Doctor Who.
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(no subject) [Aug. 13th, 2011|07:56 pm]
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Why is it so difficult to write a beginning? I mean it's not hard to write any old beginning but actually write something that is informative, brief and places you right in the action is so damned difficult and I've realised that this is why I always start writing in the middle of my stories.
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Mini Fic - Neal's POV during the final scene of White Collar 3.10 [Aug. 12th, 2011|08:15 pm]
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He walks into the room and he sees so much but he hears nothing. There are people, faces, he knows them but it's the kitchen that catches his eye. All the signs of a struggle, of someone who was caught by suprise. His stomach grows hot and he can feel it tying itself in knots. It's a strange feeling and it takes him longer than he would admit to place it. It was guilt. Guilt because it wasn't just someone. It was Elizabeth. Sweet, gentle, caring, forgiving, understanding, beautiful Elizabeth.

Then Peter enters the room so unsteady on his feet that Neal almost runs over to support him. He wants to look away, to let him have this moment of private grief but now he is looking at him. Looking right at him, into his eyes. 

"Peter. Peter?" 

Neal begins but the words get caught in his throat forcing him to swallow. He recognises the expression on Peter's face and he wants to turn to everyone and shout at them to leave. This is Peter's house, his sanctuary, Elizabeth's sanctuary. But it's been violated and Neal wonders if the Burke's will ever feel safe here again.

"He took my wife."

There is such pure, raw emotion on Peter's face that it takes all of Neal's willpower not to look away. The last thing Peter needs right now is for Neal to show weakness or vulnerability or guilt. So Neal will hide the guilt, hide his own pain, and put on a brave face. It won't stop him from feeling like it is all his fault, but he hopes to hell that it will stop Peter from blaming himself.

Now he wonders if he made a mistake. He's fallen into the same damned trap that he had sworn to himself all those years that he would avoid at all costs. He had cared too much. He'd settled down, found himself the closest thing to a family that someone like him was capable of having. If he hadn't cared then he would have taken the treasure and run. He would have no connection to the Burke's outside of 'work'. Keller would have come after him and Elizabeth would be safe. A surge of anger rolled over him unexpectedly. This wasn't how he had thought it would all play out.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Peter's hand curling up into a fist and he braced himself for contact. But the punch didn't come, not to him. The wall however shattered around Peter's fist and bits of plaster littered the floor below the newly created hole.

"You're bleeding." 

Peter doesn't seem to hear him, or he doesn't care. The agent's face has misted over and seems to be completely lost in thought. Neal doesn't realise that he's lost in thought too until Jones comes over with a box of tissues.

"I thought you two might need this." 

He murmurs awkwardly as he holds the box out. Neal looks as Peter's face and observes the tear tracks on his cheeks. Feeling stupid he realised that his own cheeks were wet and that the worry and pain that he thought he had been holding inside had manifested itself physically on his face. 

"She's going to be okay Peter." 

Neal regretted saying anything the moment the words left his lips. There was possibly the only person in the world that he could trust, staring at him with such cold detachment. Already their relationship had changed. Neal could feel the anger radiating from Peter but it didn't appear to be directed at him. At least not yet. But somehow Neal knew that this was just the eye of the storm and he had no idea whether he and Peter would have any relationship left to salvage once they came out of the other side.

I didn't know where else I could post this so I'm just posting it in my own journal.
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