empyreus: (Ian relaxed)
( Feb. 28th, 2013 08:33 pm)
Just a quick note to say that yes, I'm still alive and that I'm trying to work my way through comments that I need to reply to (because ack, I suck at replying to them in a timely manner and I apologize for that) and challenge fics I need to repost.

I also want to thank the lovely people who left me notes on the VDSA. ♥ ♥ ♥ They really brightened my day.

In other news: life continues to be a series of ups and downs (I could do with less downs, though). At least the days are getting brighter.
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So the Yuletide stories have been posted and the rec posts have taken over my FList. All is as it usually is this time of year.

I can't help but feel a bit... well, to say 'sulky' would be an exaggeration, but there's a slight sense of dissatisfaction when I think about the fic I wrote. It seemed to go down okay with the recipient, but that's about it. Of course, it's the single story in a small fandom that most people won't have heard of, but I still feel a bit disappointed. I know it's inevitable that many stories get passed over for many reasons, but it's so disheartening to see your story sit there with its single comment and low hit count.

However, there's also been a lot of shiny for me in Yuletide this year. I got a wonderful Eastern Promises fic, Aftermath (go read it!), as my main gift, and THREE Yuletide Madness gift fics. Three, people! Two were Eastern Promises (Soft and Bright and Simple) and one was I, Lucifer (!!!) (Trust) . Dear writers, whoever you are, I love you all so much!

Oh, one last note about Yuletide: I'll be away (out of the country and effectively netless) during the author reveal, so there may be some lag in thanking people.

I also participated in (and helped run) [livejournal.com profile] lotr_sesa this year, and I can already reveal which fic I wrote for that one, since you post your own fics directly to the comm. Mine was Mapping Desire (a Faramir/Aragorn fic I wrote for [livejournal.com profile] savageseraph, and the one I received was the lovely Unintended Consequences by [livejournal.com profile] savageseraph (Boromir/Faramir, so OTP yay *g*).

And now, I think I'll go back to vegging out in front of the telly and eating too much chocolate. (And watching the snow fall outside. There's over a foot on the ground, probably a foot and a half in places, and we got about four inches more just during the night.) Hope you're all lazy and well. :)
empyreus: (polar bears hug)
( Dec. 27th, 2008 08:02 pm)
I'm sorry for the lengthy silence. While I've been celebrating Christmas with my family and had my laptop with me, I haven't been online that much. I've mostly been eating, reading, eating, slacking and doing sudokus, eating and watching tv. Oh, and did I mention eating? Ugh.

Now, the traditional holiday fic exchange rundown:
I participated in three holiday exchanges this year: the FaramirFiction Midwinter Swap, [livejournal.com profile] lotr_sesa and, of course, [livejournal.com profile] yuletide.

For the Midwinter swap I got a great Boromir/Faramir fic and for [livejournal.com profile] lotr_sesa [livejournal.com profile] talullahred wrote me a wonderful Faramir/Beregond fic (yay rare pairing!).

For Yuletide, I got an utterly fantastic Prophecy fic, called Progression of Views. It's just gorgeous, and the writer has nailed both Lucifer's and Gabriel's voices. Lovely.

My own Yuletide fic seemed to go down well with the recipient, but I'd like to take a childish and petulant moment out to pout a little over the lack of attention from others. I know it's only been two days and that the fandom is very small and/or unknown, but it still rankles. Or maybe I'm just grumpy. (I can't help but feel that my failure to include a summary has something to do with this, though I should add that I have been known to grasp at straws in many different situations.)

Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] azewewish wrote me Boondock Saints fic: Higher Calling. *loves*

Other news:
I still haven't thanked people for the lovely cards I've received. Thank you so much, [livejournal.com profile] azewewish, [livejournal.com profile] ribby, [livejournal.com profile] soawen, [livejournal.com profile] shalna and [livejournal.com profile] glenthebunny! And thank you, [livejournal.com profile] discord26, for the lovely virtual snowglobe!

Speaking of fic: I have a few fics which I just realized I still haven't posted. Hmm. I'll have to do something about that once I get back to my own place and am able to focus once more. (And when I don't have family running about trying to read over my shoulder.)
(Apologies in advance for the masses of Scandinavian characters that may not display correctly.)
Eftersom det är Svenska Dagen och eftersom jag åtminstone tekniskt sett är finlandssvensk, tänkte jag jävlas lite med er och skriva ett halvt inlägg på svenska. Hur många som kan läsa det här vet jag inte, men jag antar att en del av de finskspråkiga på Flistan kan ta sig igenom det, och troligtvis de danska också. ("Flistan" ser för övrigt jävligt skumt ut då man skriver ut det.)

Först av allt tänker jag erkänna att jag aldrig haft särskilt mycket till övers för Svenska Dagen. Jag har aldrig känt mig som en finlandssvensk, eftersom jag för det första inte uppfyller vissa formella krav (t.ex. har jag två hemspråk, inte bara svenska, och mitt officiella modersmål är finska -- medan min systers är svenska. Valfrihet ftw.), för det andra har mycket lite till övers för offermentaliteten som tyvärr är alltför utbredd bland vissa grupper av finlandssvenskar, och för det tredje blivit tvångsmatad med Svenska Dagen redan på lågstadiet (som var svenskspråkigt - ljuvligt ironiskt, eller hur?). Visst känner jag finlandssvenskar som är hur trevliga som helst, men det finns riktigt jobbiga individer också. Ska dock tillägga att det är likadant med alla befolkningsgrupper, så det är helt onödigt att jaga upp sig. För det andra... Fan också. Kommer inte ihåg vad jag skulle skriva om, blev nämligen distraherad av en översättning jag måste få färdig tills imorgon. Nåja, det var ändå inget viktigt.

Hjärnan har låst sig helt just nu. Och så spöregnar det därute. Jävla fanskap.

Det är fritt fram att jävlas på svenska (eller danska, för den delen) i kommentarerna. Jag lovar att inte bli förolämpad om ni drar svenskskämt. ;) And non-Swedish people are free to ask for a translation or clarification. *g*

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming in English. :) The [livejournal.com profile] sons_of_gondor Halloween Trick or Treat Exchange authors have been revealed, and it turns out my suspicions were entirely accurate: the lovely and amazing [livejournal.com profile] azewewish wrote Pozhaluysta (Sean/Viggo, tattoos and Russian and oh my) for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you, darling! *mwah* *hugsquishes* I'm still all giddy, since the fic hits so many of my kinks, not the least of which is the use of different languages. *dies*

Which fic did I write, then? The one I suspect most of you thought was mine: Rekindling Hope. I honestly never though I'd write Gimli/Faramir, but I did, and I'm actually quite happy with it. (I also suspect it will further cement my reputation as "The one who always writes the really weird pairings for challenges". I can't help it, they seem to find me.)

And for my next trick, I shall go make some coffee.
Late, late, late replies to questions people threw into the random text box in this post:

sharpiefan )

just_ann_now )

faramir_boromir )

And thank you to [livejournal.com profile] kenazfiction for the movie trivia!

In other news: I feel like kicking myself for being too scatter-brained to nominate fandoms for Yuletide, because there are at least two that I would have loved to see. Agh. Does anyone know if there's any Les Rivières Pourpres (Crimson Rivers) fic out there, preferably Niemans/Kerkerian? I watched the movie yesterday (both of them, actually, though Kerkerian isn't in the sequel), and I crave fic. *puppy eyes* Anyone? Even Niemans/Reda would do.
Note to self: do not read Sharpe and Fanny Hill at the same time. It will scramble your brain terribly.

Oh dear, now I want to write a horribly over-done slashy mash-up of Sharpe and FH... With Lawford as Fanny and Sharpe as Charles. Or possibly draw it in period-appropriate style and call it "Sharpe's Lilyboy". Aiee.
I'm sitting here staring at my screen, trying to will several ficlets to work, and I seem to have got stuck. So, I mused, what can I do to come unstuck? Ah yes, I'll ask my Flist.

So: Do you have specific music/pictures/rituals that help you write*? Share it with me. It can be smutty music or a tearjerking track, porn or classical art, a specific blend of tea or a writing exercise. What gets you and your muses going?

Feel free to upload stuff or point me to it.

*I'm not just talking about writing slash here. I mean writing in general, be it fanfic or original fiction, drabbles or novels. :)
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empyreus: (Sharpe)
( Feb. 20th, 2007 10:06 pm)
Today's been a bit of a bumpy ride, really. The interpreting exercises were much more challenging than they usually are, and I felt completely wrung out after a half-hour Swedish-to-Finnish consecutive turn. Mind, the subject was legislature, something I'm not all that good at in either language. I nearly gave up once or twice, having snarled myself into a sentence or misunderstood where the speaker was going with a particular point, but I gritted my teeth and soldiered on. My hands shook the whole time, but I held on to my trusty clipboard (great when you're taking notes while standing) so hard my hand hurt and managed to look calm.

After the lecture, I had to bike to one of the local video stores to rent a few Swedish movies to watch with my students tomorrow, and as I prepared to bike back to campus to attend another lecture, I heard an ominous 'thunk' as I mounted the bike and began pedalling. Yes, the back tire was flat. I swore heartily, then remembered there was a bike repair show nearby and wheeled the bike there. Long story not-so-short: I had to walk back to campus, attend three quarters of the lecture, then walk back into town to get my bike before the repair shop closed and also pay 40e for the pleasure of having the back tire changed and my breaks adjusted. (To be fair, the repairman also changed the brake pads, something that really needed to be done.) And boy, had the brakes been adjusted. I'm used to the front brake being really loose, meaning I have to brake hard to get it to work, and when I biked off home, I assumed the brakes would still be a bit loose despite having been adjusted. (They were a bit floppy when I'd last had them fixed at a different repair shop.) I was wrong. When I had to brake at a zebra crossing and grabbed hold of both brakes rather hard out of habit, I nearly went flying over the handlebars. The front brake is now so sensitive you barely have to close your fingers around it to have the brakes slam on. Takes some getting used to.

The weather was so cold that my legs felt like they belonged to someone else when I finally made it home. My cheekbones also hurt fiercely, despite the fact that I wore my scarf pulled up over my nose and cheeks. It's only about -18°C here, but the wind chill makes it murderous. And they've promised -18° and 4 m/s for tomorrow, which equals -26,5°C of wind chill. My class(es) begins at 08.15, meaning I have to get up really early, and runs to 15.15. Do not want.

However, all was not bad today, as I also managed to write almost 500 words of challenge ficlets (for the old requests, you'll be glad to hear) and played around with ideas for the new ones. And the lentil stew I made when I came home turned out excellent. And I found a terrifically geeky old (well, seventies) book on word elements in modern biochemistry for only 20 cents in the used book sale bin at the library. Stop laughing. I like etymology.

I'll leave you with a snip from a BBC article that amused me for no other reason than that the medical professional has a lovely name:
Professor Richard Sharpe, principal investigator at the MRC Human Reproductive Sciences Unit in Edinburgh said the study was yet another indication that naturally occurring plant products can have an effect on human hormones.

Professor, eh? Dick Sharpe, gone from havercake to hormone specialist... Did Baird lure him to Edinburgh? (It's even funnier due to the fact that I was taking a break from typing up Sharpe fic notes when I read the article.)
empyreus: (scribbling)
( Feb. 19th, 2007 11:00 pm)
I know I owe people challenge ficlets and request fics (some from years back *cringe*), but I couldn't resist this one. It'll give me something to think about at work when I'm bored.

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

All my fics are fair game and can be found in this journal. Go here for all entries tagged 'fic'.
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Stealth updating from the computer lab where I am nominally teaching my Swedish class. I say 'nominally', because I'm not actually teaching them anything at the moment. My voice is terribly hoarse, so I dragged the group to the computer lab and told them to do online Swedish exercises. Some of them actually obeyed, the rest are either surfing aimlessly or staring at the monitor morosely. I've decided not to push them, and instead I do an occasional round in the room and point out a site or tell the group that it's up to them whether or not they want to learn something. Some of the people actually seem motivated, wonder of wonders, but there are one or two who just won't.give.a.damn, and it's annoying the hell out of me. Oh well, only two more lessons to go, Thursday and all day next Wednesday (do not want). I'm not saying I hate teaching, mind, only that non-motivated students are threatening to take all the fun out of it. *wilts*

Other things annoying me at the moment, in no particular order:
* the Red Cross Blood Donor service sending me a message reminding me that they need donors of my type. The annoying bit isn't the request, but that fact that I have a cold and can't go. (Yes, that makes me feel terribly guilty, even though I'm in no way obligated to go when they send out the messages.)

* the slippery snow. It's only about -3° here and the snow is starting to melt without turning to slush yet. The result: soap-slippery ice-sheened snow.

* my inability to send stuff out to people. Ack.

* that fact that I still owe lots of peole lots of fics. Every time I load up the files, it's like I lock myself out of the headspace. I suspect it's my perfectionism at work again.

Bah. Back to (not) teaching now. Only half an hour to go.
Gah, but I'm feeling hamstrung right now. I was finally able to do a clean install of a working *coughcrackedcough* copy of XP Pro (after countless ERD-aided reformats and installs of allegedly working XP's that stumbled over the verification), and now everything looks wrong. The screen settings are off because I need to download the drivers again, the colours are horrible, the language bar keeps resetting itself, the autoupdates hang... I can't be bothered to shut the system down and connect the old hard drive (now demoted to slave) yet, so I'm without music and bookmarks and apps. Bah. I have one thing to say to Microsoft: "Sod you backwards, you miserable bastard." (Alas, the insult isn't one of mine, but filched from Sharpe, that rangy rapier of wit.)

Anyway, on to something more cheery, namely the long-delayed "Look what the fic Santas put in my stocking this year!" post. There's one gift fic I haven't read, and I feel terribly guilty for it, but not as guilty as I feel over being the single one in that challenge who still hasn't turned a fic in. I'm not letting myself read the gift fic before I've finished the one I owe, see. (And what's worse: it turned out that the delayed fic was for one of my co-mods in another challenge. Ack. [livejournal.com profile] kimberleigh_, if you see this: I'm so, so sorry. I haven't been able to write, mostly due to only having net access at a house full of nosy parents and siblings.

But. Back to the point at hand. I'll count off the challenge fics in no particular order:
- [livejournal.com profile] yuletide: Namesake (Brotherhood of the Wolf, PG-13)
Oh god. I love this with an unholy, burning passion. It's so good, so delicious that I'm quite beside myself. It's Brotherhood of the Wolf (that fact alone was enough to send me flailing), it's Jean-Francois-centric with a twist, and the language is so beautiful. I think I want to marry this author and have their babies. Go read the fic. Now.

- [livejournal.com profile] lotr_sesa: [Untitled] (PG-13) by [livejournal.com profile] butterballer
Faramir/Eomer, but in an intriguing format. There's something distinctly dark about this fic, but it's not overdone at all. Instead, it shows in flickers, something which is much more effective. Quite lovely.

(I can reveal which one I wrote for this challenge, as the authors were revealed at the same time as the fics were posted, not later. Mine's Silver Rain, a rather downbeat Elladan/Haldir fic for [livejournal.com profile] talullahred.)

- [livejournal.com profile] slashababy: Watching (Sean/Marton, NC-17)
One of my favourite rare pairings, so I was excited to see it. :) A wide slice of smut, this. Whee!

- the [livejournal.com profile] faramir_fics Midwinter Challenge fic is the one I haven't read yet, and I'm sure both my writer and my recipient want to throttle me by now. :/

And lastly: I dare you to figure out which fic I wrote for [livejournal.com profile] yuletide and [livejournal.com profile] slashababy. Go on, guess. The [livejournal.com profile] slashababy one might be easy, but I'm fairly sure the Yuletide one isn't.
I've been silent for a while because I've been having computer troubles, and not the little annoying ones, either. No, this is the rather more irritating "Oh hi, I decided to fuck up your registry settings, declare the system folder corrupt and Windows unstartable" type. I took the ailing drive out, hooked it up to another computer and thought I'd shift the files off it before reformatting the lot. It didn't work. The host computer insisted the drive was empty/unformatted, and I was tearing my hair and panicking. Yes, I'm that attached to my data.

After several days of "Oh holy hell, I'm going to lose all my files since this is a cracked and modded OS and I don't know where the install disc is and god what's the admin password"-wailing and frantic googling of data recovery methods over at my parents' place (thankfully close to me), I was about ready to throw in the towel and format the whole bloody hard drive. I didn't, because a small and still sane part of my brain suggested I sit down and calm the fuck down. Long story short: I was just about to take the wonky drive out and pop another (spare) hard drive into the host computer, irrationally reasoning that if I formatted the spare and installed XP on that one, it might be able to see the wonky drive that was the slave at present. And that was when I saw the tiny, stupid error I had made. When I fixed that, the drive displayed correctly and let me access it. I'm presently moving the files from the wonky drive to a temporary external drive, and it's a slow process, seeing as I have lots (~65gigs) of data to shift. (And before you ask: yes, I was stupid enough not to have recent backups. Hence the flailing when the problem occurred.)
I'll still have to reinstall XP (and I think I'll be going with an unmodded version this time, thank you) and move all the files from the temporary external hard drive to the old one, but I can handle that. Of course, this means I'll still be effectively computerless and netless at my flat, but seeing as I'll be spending Christmas with my parents, I should be able to at least check my email once a day. Hopefully I'll be able to finish (and type in) the three fics I have to hand in before the 25th. Keep your fingers crossed.

The worst thing (well, second worst, after the debilitating flailpanic) is that the hard drive went wonky on Tuesday morning, which meant I technically defaulted in [livejournal.com profile] yuletide. (I wonder if I can say that without revealing too much. I probably can.) If I upload a fic before the 25th, it counts as a NYR fic, but I still feel terrible. I let my recipient down. (Yes, I know I can't be blamed for the hard drive deciding to act up, but I still feel guilty.) I've also had to let the mods of another fic challenge (I'm doing four this year, and yes, I know I'm clearly insane) know that my fic will be late. And then there's the one that I'm co-moding, the fic for which isn't done yet either. Gah. And then there's the fact that I still need to find gifts for people tomorrow.

Oh, and there's this: the people who answered the holiday card post will be getting New Year's cards rather than Christmas/whatnot ones, because I was overwhelmed and overstressed and unable to finish the cards on time.

Right. Over and out and back to watching the flying folders and status bars...

Okay, so the icon isn't quite fitting, but so what. Geeking is geeking, right?
Eck. Still congested* and tired, and now I seem to have developed a cough. It's dry at the moment, but the fits are sudden and rather intense, so best hope it doesn't creep down into my chest and get raspy. I don't need this right now, I'm just finishing off the antibiotics. (I was a bit "wtf?" when I only got seven days' worth of cephalexine, but I reasoned the doctor knows best.) Good thing I still have cough syrup that's formulated to deal with dry and irritating cough. The only drawback is that it tastes absolutely revolting. Who in their right mind would come up with a combination like pear and gin? Yes, gin as in "juniper-flavoured spirit". *gags*

Er, sorry about the long-winded health whinge-ing. The original point of this post was to record a rather strange dream I had last night, but I got sidetracked. Right. Anyway, in the dream I was on board a ship, but it wasn't out on the seven seas. Instead, it was moored in the Gulf of Finland, right outside Suomenlinna, and I seemed to be a member of the crew. I'm not sure of the timeline, but since I recall there being talk of British and French ships, it must have been the Crimean War. Most of the dream is rather fuzzy, but I remember that I was called "the bitch in the rigging" (!) and that Sharpe and Harper were there for some reason. (It makes no sense, because Sharpe seemed young in the dream, and according to Cornwell's timeline, he'd be at least 78 years old by then.) It's a bit odd that the rest of the crew of the obviously Finnish ship during the Crimean War didn't so much as bat an eyelid at the presence of two Brits. Eh, they were the invaders back then! *shakes head* Oh well, who said dreams ever made sense?

In vaguely related (by way of Crimea, heh) news: the [livejournal.com profile] slashyvalentine authors have been revealed, so now I can safely tell [livejournal.com profile] ios_pillow_book that I (unfortunately) wasn't the author of "Haunting". I'm very flattered that I was considered a suspect. :) I also get to thank [livejournal.com profile] littlemimm for my fic, and say that she pulled off the ruse incredibly well. I had a few suspicions when I read the fic, but then I reasoned that I was making things up again. (See, Mimm and I generally ask to have assignments changed if we end up writing for each other, as we interact so much that the risk of accidentally revealing things is rather large.) Oh, and I get to laugh at my mis-aimed guesses, too. I'm surprised no one nailed my fic, but that was probably because the pairing was so far removed from my usual fare. I'm still thrilled and flattered that my recipient trusted me to be able to carry off the pairing and that they liked the end product, though. *kisses*

Time for coffee now, I think. Coffee and then a nice hefty dose of cough syrup. Wæs hael!


*Well, both congested and suffering from a runny nose, actually. I was prescribed Duact (primarily used for allergies, contains acrivastine and psedoephedrine), and it doesn't seem to be working quite like it should, as my sinuses still feel blocked, while my nose is runnier than a leaking tap. Argh. Nasal sprays aren't an option right now, as the 'front' of my nasal cavity (that is, the part immediately in front of my sinuses) feels too dry and irritated. No, I don't understand it either. How can my nose be blocked, runny and dry at the same bloody time?
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empyreus: (porn habit)
( Feb. 10th, 2006 12:52 pm)
Poll inspired by a few recent discussions on the Flist. Apologies in advance for the deluge of alternatives and ticky boxes. I've tried to include as many alternatives as possible, but I'm certain I've missed something somewhere, hence the 'other' box. If there's anything you'd like to add or point out, feel free to comment.

(Because I'm a spawn of the devil I write RPS, I've chosen not to include it as a warning-worthy thing. RPS may not be to everyone's taste, but it's not going to destroy the world, honest. Let's just play nice, okay?)

This way, ladies and gentlebeings... )

Feel free to pimp this poll. The more the merrier etc.
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empyreus: (Sean holidays)
( Dec. 25th, 2005 05:41 pm)
Omg, I got such lovely gifts in the fic exchanges this year: Lost Boys fic (David/Michael, omgyes) in [livejournal.com profile] yuletide, Marton/Sean in [livejournal.com profile] slashababy and Boromir/Faramir in [livejournal.com profile] lotr_sesa. Of these, I only know who wrote my LotR FPS fic, because they were posted with author names. [livejournal.com profile] shirasade wrote my gift in that challenge, and it was lovely.

(I can't wait for the guessing to begin. I'm shite at it, but it's so much fun to see if anyone pins the right fic on me. I've a feeling the [livejournal.com profile] slashababy fic is easy. The two other challenges with secret authors, [livejournal.com profile] yuletide and [livejournal.com profile] go_exchange, might prove more difficult. ;))

I'm still at my parents' and net access is a bit spotty (in addition to this, I'm not terribly keen on reading smut here), so recs and other assorted squeeage will have to wait until tomorrow.

In other news: I've done absolutely nothing useful for the past two days, and it's been wonderful. I have books waiting to be read (my darling lovely sister gave me Anansi Boys and my mother got me Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell), but I can't decide which one to pick up first. In addition to being lazy, I've also indulged in vulgar amounts of food. I had brownies for breakfast today, for example, and most of yesterday was spent watching the Fast Show marathon on SubTv in a dinner-induced haze. I swear, all my blood had relocated to my stomach, rendering me absolutely unable to move (unless it was to fetch coffee). This happens every Christmas: I spend two days eating and reading, eating and watching telly or eating and... well, eating. And now I'm feeling peckish again.

Also, somewhat randomly: there's something wonderfully liberating about being allowed to spend most of the day in tartan flannel pyjamas.
[livejournal.com profile] yuletide done and posted. And yes, it's twenty past five in the morning and I have work today, not to mention the Christmas shopping I need to get done.

But at least the fic is done. Yay. And [livejournal.com profile] mimm_ is my favourite person right now, because she struggled with me until the bitter end. *squishhugs*

Anyway. Bed now. Too tired to type.
*collapses*
Damn, but it's cold here. If I were a brass monkey, I would not go outside for fear of losing my testes. Brr. It's at least -14° C (around 7° F) here, and the wind chill brings it down to -18°. It hurts to breathe when you bike unless you wear a woolly scarf over your mouth and nose. The strange thing is that I've been out in colder weather (my personal record is -35°C/-31°F) and biked in colder weather (-28°C/-18,4°F), yet this feels almost too cold. Eh.

The reason for this post is not to whine over the cold weather, though. No, I thought I'd squee a bit, since three holiday cards arrived today. :) Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] azewewish, [livejournal.com profile] faramir_boromir and [livejournal.com profile] smillasnowflake (omg badge)!

Other squee-worthy things: Merry Winter Solstice! The shortest day of the year was 4 hours and 40 minutes here, so we've had quite enough darkness.

The [livejournal.com profile] yuletide fic is snailing along, and I strongly suspect I'll be posting it about three seconds before deadline. Again. *headdesk* Oh well, I suppose it's some sort of twisted tradition for me, really, stressing myself out when it comes to fic exchanges, practically mainlining coffee and staring wild-eyed at the screen while screeching obscenities.
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empyreus: (Clockwork)
( Nov. 16th, 2005 11:32 pm)
I've been a terribly naughty girl.

To my [livejournal.com profile] yuletide Santa:

Please don't fret. I know I asked for slash in all of my fandoms, but that's just a preference, not a demand. If you can't write smut, then please don't feel that you have to.

If you do decide to write smut, I salute you. A few words about my kinks likes: I really like first-times, but I like my smut realistic rather than fluffy.

If I were to issue a demand, it would be this: please proofread your story. I care terribly much about grammar, punctuation and the English language in general, and errors tend to jolt me out of the story.

A few notes on the fandoms:
#1: If the details of this request intimidate you, please don't feel like you have to write it exactly like that. Any smut is fine.

#2: If you choose this request, feel free to be a bit silly. The show certainly is. ;)

#3: Movie or post-movie are both fine, as are AUs.

#4: If you include uniforms in the smut I will flail happily.

To reiterate: don't fret. I'll most likely love you to bits for writing any of the fandoms I asked for.

**

To my other Santas ([livejournal.com profile] go_exchange, [livejournal.com profile] slashababy and [livejournal.com profile] lotr_sesa):

Don't panic. Just proofread it and keep the characters in character, and I'll be happy as the proverbial alauda. Nods to the canon text or obscure sideways references are lovely but not a must.


This goes for all of the Santas: Have fun writing! Don't write what you think I'll like, write what *you* like.
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