Merry Christmas, Fay dearie! How are you?
Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers
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Much like the turkey, I am stuffed. And, much like the pudding, I am alcoholic.
We did not murder the little old ladies, despite provocation. (My grandmother: "I don't believe in marrying outside of your culture" etc etc) We spoke to my wee sister who's in China right now. Santa brought nice things. The cat was unbelievably well behaved, as she has been ever since her unsolicited arrival on our front door step ("Hi, I'll be your cat for the forseeable future. Aren't I cute? Now, where do I put my bags?"), and made no attempts to eat the turkey, in spite of considerable temptation.
How 'bout yourself, love?
Much like the turkey, I am stuffed. And, much like the pudding, I am alcoholic.
Mmm. Fay.
Mmmm PMM. (Can't say PMM without saying MMmmmm, in fact.)
Oh, also - I'm all about the silver glitteriness today. Or at least the silver glittery sweater and the silver eyeliner. I adore our Christmas tree, which is made of fibreoptics. It's kitsch, yes, but it's also genuinely beautiful. Ah, Christmas - season of sparky things. And mince pies eaten with a slice of cheese. (In Yorkshire, at any rate.)
How 'bout yourself, love?
Watching an obscene amount of Trading Spaces, really trying to resist the urge to slash. We opened our presents last night, so it doesn't really feel like Christmas. Saw my older sister and brother, an aunt, and a grandmother. Now pigging on goldfish pretzels and pepsi.
I have silver glitter eyeshadow!
Mmm.
Will be seeing Bad Boys II, just to slash it, because hello? Trailer very gay.
goldfish pretzels.
blink.
Truly, your nation has some extraordinary foodstuffs. I take it this isn't actually some variation on prawn crackers?
Bad Boys. Now, was that the cop buddy film with Will Smith (Mmmmm, Will Smith. Shoulders. Hands. Chest. Big ol' ears. Mmmm.) and, er, that other chap? With the scene with Will running down a street with his shirt half-off, all flapping in the breeze? Watched that film in Romania with a gayboy pal and man, we were awash with the Will Smith Oost.
Although, of course, this may be a different film.
At some point I'm going to write Point Blank slash. Because THAT is the slashiest film I've ever seen.
Nope. Pretzel crackers in the shape of goldfish. They're yummy.
I've got glittery silly putty....
Wow. Glittery Silly Putty?
Want.