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Dear Yuletide Secret Santa, For loving/ volunteering for any of these four, you are officially awesome. Thank you! Because I am a non-lj person through general crapness – it’s pretty easy to see my last year’s Dear Santa letter. I haven’t really changed (and neither have a couple of my requests!!) Should probably say that I’m terrified of snakes – even typing the word makes me shiver, so please don’t have eg. Emma Peel in an Indiana-Jones-esque cave full of snakes! I will be happy with anything – a happy ending makes me happy, but if you can make me cry (not a very difficult task) I’ll be delighted; if you want to write long and plotty I’ll be blown away, but short and fluffy works like a charm; slash, het or gen (girlslash or boyslash); threesomes if you want; NC-17 if you want, but not as the focus of the story if that works for you; no death though please! Much love for first-time, established-relationship and/ or friends-with-benefits. If you’re wanting to write/ watch The Avengers, this nice lady has lots and lots of the Emma Peel-era… definitely worth watching anyway! (I cannot express how hot she is!) Mona Lisa Smile, as I said, love Gisele. Love them all, to be honest, and especially soft spot for gorgeous little Connie (don’t you just want to squish her? she’s so cute!) but yes, do whatever you wish. Chalet School, copypasta’d from last year: kind of imagining a Rosalie Dene romance with maybe a teacher? Also liking the Middles; either in humorous scrapes and scapes, or close and passionate friendships. Not actually that keen on Jo and not too keen on the later ones – after Mary-Lou it all gets a bit samey! But Jo Scott is great. And there are good bits in all of them, so if that’s where the bunnies are biting go for it! Wimsey I love, I just love – love Peter, love Harriet, either separately or together. Harriet!girlslash I can’t really see, but if you can make me believe it I’m sure I’d love it! I like Eiluned and Sylvia as I said, and the Somerville dons. I’d rather Harriet and Peter lived happily ever after and had lots of sex and babies, so if either of them are sleeping with anyone else could it be set pre-marriage…? But anyway – I love these fandoms and I’m genuinely not an exacting recipient… will be delighted whatever. THANK YOU SO MUCH! ~ Gwenhwyvar
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Idyll, U.A. Fanthorpe Not knowing even that we're on the way, Until suddenly we're there. How shall we know? There will be blackbirds, in a late March evening, Blur of woodsmoke, whisky in grand glasses, A poem of yours, waiting to be read; and one of mine; A reflective bitch, a cat materialised On a knee. All fears of present anf future Will be over, all guilts forgiven. Maybe, heaven. Or maybe We can get so far in this world. I'll believe we can.
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![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kaydeefalls wrote a History Boys fic for yuletide with the paragraph:( cut for length ) Yes. Yes. Yes. I wish I could do it as finally. |
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It was my name on the Yuletide "last story posted by" as the clock went from one day to no days. Tee hee. |
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Dear Yuletide Writer, afraid I may not have the time to read or comment properly until 27th/ 28th, Family Christmas Iz Family/ Church Busyness. will comment before reveal -- promise! (and many thanks :)!) Gwen |
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Fuck. Yuletide. I need to write "plot". I don't do plot! Like, ever! Waaaah!
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*nom nom* Recipes promised many moons ago: Chocolate Pudding (this is one of those recipes where quantities, temperature etc actually matter, it does magical things but only if you don't screw up!!) 3 oz SRF Sauce: 4oz soft brown sugar, 1 oz cocoa powder, 1/2 pint hot water sift dry ingredients, cream butter and sugar, beat in eggs and vanilla. add flour mix, beat well. place in greased 2pt. ovenproof dish. blend cocoa and sugar (sauce), stir. add water, blend well, pour over sponge mix. bake 190 C, 30-40 min. Truffles 4 oz plain chocolate Melt chocolate in double saucepan, stir in everything else. Shape into balls, coat with cocoa powder/ chocolate vermicelli. Leave to harden. (Sorry, UK measurements, don't understand what happens to food in Murrika...)
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YAY it's that time of the year again! (sorry for lateness -- too much work :( and still getting used to commuting...)
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WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE YULETIDE!!! *iz eckszited* I'll be agreeing with the icon in a couple of weeks, but at the moment -- so much squee is stretching in front of me. Wheeee Yuletide! Also, Casablanca is the best film ever made. And The Third Man has the best soundtrack. Yuletideyuletideyuletideyuletide *yuletide dance*
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I want a girlfriend. I'm just -- lonely. I miss Catherine like crazy and she hasn't emailed me for a week, and I can't help worrying like hell that she's not all right -- clearly the reason she hasn't emailed is that she's busy and happy, but I can't shake the neuroticy, panicky, crippling fear that she's ill or depressed or dying or dead... and it is irrational, it's the same thing I get -- got -- in termtime when I haven't heard from her by ten am. and I think this time she really is ill, like that awful awful awful awful time in Lent... only now it's marginally more difficult to text and say "I just saw a fluffy duckling! How are you!" since abroad = no texting... but oh God I miss her and need her and love her, and please God let her be OK... ... and I have just given in and texted her. oh well. I need to get over her! and I need need need someone to hold... to hold me... so much so that I texted the guy who asked me out a month or so ago and am meeting up with him tomorrow, for no real reason -- we're friends, but not that close -- except I need to feel wanted... I am a bad person. But only because I'm lonely. C'est tout.
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I've come across so many of these recently (and no, I haven't been reading Mills and Boon!), but the one I really want to call everyone I know and tell about is from the Chalet School Reunion (probably spoilers; I think spoilering for the Chalet School is probably impossible, but, O hypothetical reader, ( you may not ) On a not-terribly-related note, is it just me that thinks "throat" is an oversexed word? Especially if it's white. Or ivory. But even alone... pearls round her throat, a soft hand flying to her throat, throat exposed by the cut of her gown (there, "gown"'s another one, "dress" does not have the same bite) and the gorgeous sexysexysexy Swinburne piece about "bare throat made to bite" and of course the immortal "on a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses". Having written it, yes, I should think it's just me...
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Dear coffee shops in London, On a STIFLINGLY hot day, you would get a sight more custom if you TURNED ON YOUR AIR-CON. Seriously, Starbucks, you have no problem using your air-con when it's minus degrees outside, use it in the damn summer! Sincerely, Me (the one wandering the streets in unsuitable shoes and interview clothes for FOUR HOURS)
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To my Excellent Lucasia, on our Friendship I did not live until this time This carcase breathed and walked and slept, For as a watch by art is wound Which now inspires, cures, and supplies, No bridegroom's nor crown-conqueror's mirth Then let our flames still light and shine, ~Katherine Philips
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Literally just pressed post when the fire alarm went off. And in the middle of getting ready for bed. Outside in tights and a coat, very exciting. The lovely kitchens with their lovely lack of ventilation and stupidly sensitive fire alarms... H burnt her toast. Sleepy now. Bedtime.
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Yaz's room, Friday night, for dinner; hung out with her and people and was awesome. House house, home-with-my-parents in Easter break. House house where I don't technically live: C's a few weeks ago, stayed with her when I had to be down south. Not only complicated, but terribly dull! ... let that be a lesson to you, missy, don't sit playing with lj rather than doing your timed essay... But ooh ooh Doctor Who! Donna definitely growing on me. And the sexiness of David Tennant, my my. And Martha! Grownup!Martha with Authority and Power and Leather Suit and Hotness. And and and and and eeee next week...! And am sunburnt and I HURT *sadface*, yes this would be because I'm an idiot. Oh crikey, I really really need to do work...
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I hate packing. And this is the last time I'll ever pack my room up to come back to it in two weeks. Last. Time. Ever. Oh! my word, it should be such a relief, but Oh! I don't want to leave. I don't want all these lasts! Last Lent term ever. Last Easter term coming up. (last exams, hurrah!) Pack pack pack... but going hooooooooooooooooooome *dance*...
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Love and Sleep Lying asleep between the strokes of night I saw my love lean over my sad bed, Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head, Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite, Too wan for blushing and too warm for white, But perfect-colored without white or red. And her lips opened amorously, and said-- I wist not what, saving one word--Delight, And all her face was honey to my mouth, And all her body pasture to mine eyes; The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire, The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south, The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire. ~ Swinburne.
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I, er, think I just came out. Well, sort of. Went to a gay-Christian discussion group, as I've been doing off and on since they started last term; where a girl I know from there (the only other girl in the group, so we tend to team up!!) dragged me along to the LBGT speed-dating. It was really fun! Like, so much fun. Twelve of us, and everyone was lovely and we went to the bar afterwards and chatted for ages, and -- yeah, was so much fun!
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OH GOD. So, two hours after getting back to uni today, I turn on my computer. It's only wiped the hard drive. So I panic like hell, ring my dad and cry, plan to go to PC World, think I'll take it to the college computer office just in case (because I have to go past there anyway), and, er, yes, they recover everything. And I'm ridiculously pleased and I've backed everything up now, because I, er, had no backup until now. But when I said they'd recovered everything, it wasn't precisely true; they recovered nearly everything, not including my iTunes playlists or my favourites list in IE or any of my settings... *sigh* it's going to be a fun few days.... .... but on the plus side, went lindy-hopping tonight, and OH MY WORD how much fun? Awesome cool. And they recovered all my files, including all of my dissertation which I pretty much wrote yesterday and the day before... so yes. Thank you, God. So glad it wasn't worse...!
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