did it on ritalin; I got me some good grades, now I work me the night shift

[primroseburrows]

Ah, yes, another night shift.



1. Describe your idea of a perfect day. It could be a memory, or a wish or a dream. Feel free to include magic or time travel or whatever you want. It's your day, after all.

2. Hottest. Pic. Ever. I stole this idea from someone, but y'know.

3. Pimp me a place to travel to, and tell me why my life will be so much bleaker if I don't go there.

4. Write something. Anything, really.

5. Send me a songfile. I can't download it at work, but I will when I get home.

6. Two words: Fic Rec. Most of you know my fandoms. :)

7. Write something (drabble, ficlet, heck, write a novel!) containing one or more of the following sentences:

1. It was all over when the old lady dropped the bowling ball.
2. Contrary to the old saying, failure is sometimes a completely reasonable option.
3. It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye.
4. To accept it is impossible, to live without it unthinkable.
5. It's a repository of possibility.
6. Okay, this is not happening.
7. I've always wanted to see the ocean.
8. Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of having my own things about me.
9. When life gives you lemons, throw 'em at someone you hate.
10. How can you think of food at a time like this?

8. One word (sorta): picspam. Any picspam at all. Be as random as you want. Or don't want.

I was gonna come up with ten ideas, but I could only think of eight, because I'm sleepy.

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[malnpudl.livejournal.com]

1. Describe your idea of a perfect day. It could be a memory, or a wish or a dream. Feel free to include magic or time travel or whatever you want. It's your day, after all.

Ooh, interesting question. The best two days that I ever actually lived... that was my trip to the Grand Canyon. We did the two day mule ride down to the bottom (with an overnight stay) and then back up. I've never felt closer to anything that I might call "God".

But if I were to imagine a perfect day now? With any sort of magicking I want in order to make it happen, and no reality constraints? Okay. This is subject to change without notice, and if you ask me tomorrow you'll get a different answer, but at this moment, I'd want to spend a day at the TTH recording studio with the Hip and the HDRC, listening to them jam and rehearse and record, and occasionally singing along with them.

2. Hottest. Pic. Ever.

This could've been any of several (mostly featuring Paul or Callum or Hugh), but at this particular moment, this one wins:



3. Pimp me a place to travel to, and tell me why my life will be so much bleaker if I don't go there.

BASCon. Or any slash con, really, but I'm pushing for BASCon because hey, I'll be there and that way I'd get to meet you. There is nothing like the community of a couple of hundred fen.

4. Write something. Anything, really.

The first paragraph of the F/K Kisses thing I just started (but that's not yet finished):

Ray closed the door and threw his jacket toward the closet. Okay, maybe he slammed the door, which he could tell from the loud bang and the dirty look Fraser shot him as he picked up Ray's jacket off the floor and dusted it off and meticulously arranged it on a hanger. It looked a lot like the dirty look that Fraser had given him when he put the hurt on the dirtbag they'd busted for plagiarism that afternoon ("energetically subdued" was what Fraser said later to Welsh, and Ray had to give him credit for that, anyway). It also looked a lot like the dirty look Fraser gave him when he punched the Close Door button on the elevator two or three or maybe seven or eight times so Dewey couldn't ride down with them, and the dirty look he'd given Ray for gunning it through a yellow light on the way to pick up their Chinese take-out. Not to mention the one for the other yellow light on the way to Ray's apartment.

5. Send me a songfile. I can't download it at work, but I will when I get home.

I'm covered for this one, right? *g*

Okay, that's all for now. Maybe more later. Depending.

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

I never saw this one in such high res (or whatever it's called) before. I never actually thought much of it, go figure. I think it's because I'm more about candid shots, not posed "okay, look hot and studly" ones. But this version is pure hand porn. Paul has underrated hands. *points to icon*

BASCon. Or any slash con, really, but I'm pushing for BASCon because hey, I'll be there and that way I'd get to meet you. There is nothing like the community of a couple of hundred fen.

I've been to a couple of HP cons, and hung out with a bunch of slash fen. A pure slash con would be a very new thing. *g*

the dirty look Fraser gave him when he punched the Close Door button on the elevator two or three or maybe seven or eight times so Dewey couldn't ride down with them

I can see this entire scene. Very Kowalski, yessir.

I'm covered for this one, right? *g*

You SO are. :)

[malnpudl.livejournal.com]

I have the magazine that pic was scanned from, and it's just breathtaking. Gives me such a case of the happysquirms. And dear god, yes, on Paul's hands. Seriously hot.

More random hotness picspam, because Hugh Dillon's Sweaty Nipple^TM never gets old. At least not if you're me.



And then there's the incredible hi-res CKR Lucid promo pic, which I'm linking to instead of imbedding because it's HUGE. It's worth looking at it full-size and zooming in. His eyes!

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

I love both of these. Hugh has very intense eyes. And Callum, well. God, they'd make beautiful babies