pippychick

I am back from my travels. I wasn’t sure we’d get off at all, since my mother had a gallstone attack (requiring an ambulance and hospital admission in the hours before we were due to set off), but happily they eventually gave her the all clear. Do NOT get me started on my aunt, who swanned off to the pub while I went in the ambulance, despite the fact that it was quite serious at that point. And we weren’t even packed. So when we were home, I got zero sleep. But… I got there, and I got to see some good dancers, listened to some great singers, and I got dressed up as a pirate for Whitby Abbey to see a shortish play based on Dracula, and lots of people took pictures of me, which means I probably did it right (or alternatively, very wrong). Internet evidence to the contrary should be kept to yourselves, please. I visited some castles. I stared at the sea, in the rain, in the hours before dawn, because I’m kind of weird like that, and because I hadn’t even had chance to look at the sea all week until that last morning when it was raining. But mostly because I’m a smoker, and it was either stare at the sea or just stand about outside the hotel looking at the wet road. I chose the sea.
I might be back at work on Monday. I really can’t recall if booked the day off. I’ll need to find out before then.

I am back from my travels. I wasn’t sure we’d get off at all, since my mother had a gallstone attack (requiring an ambulance and hospital admission in the hours before we were due to set off), but happily they eventually gave her the all clear. Do NOT get me started on my aunt, who swanned off to the pub while I went in the ambulance, despite the fact that it was quite serious at that point. And we weren’t even packed. So when we were home, I got zero sleep. But… I got there, and I got to see some good dancers, listened to some great singers, and I got dressed up as a pirate for Whitby Abbey to see a shortish play based on Dracula, and lots of people took pictures of me, which means I probably did it right (or alternatively, very wrong). Internet evidence to the contrary should be kept to yourselves, please. I visited some castles. I stared at the sea, in the rain, in the hours before dawn, because I’m kind of weird like that, and because I hadn’t even had chance to look at the sea all week until that last morning when it was raining. But mostly because I’m a smoker, and it was either stare at the sea or just stand about outside the hotel looking at the wet road. I chose the sea.
I might be back at work on Monday. I really can’t recall if booked the day off. I’ll need to find out before then.

I am back from my travels. I wasn’t sure we’d get off at all, since my mother had a gallstone attack (requiring an ambulance and hospital admission in the hours before we were due to set off), but happily they eventually gave her the all clear. Do NOT get me started on my aunt, who swanned off to the pub while I went in the ambulance, despite the fact that it was quite serious at that point. And we weren’t even packed. So when we were home, I got zero sleep. But… I got there, and I got to see some good dancers, listened to some great singers, and I got dressed up as a pirate for Whitby Abbey to see a shortish play based on Dracula, and lots of people took pictures of me, which means I probably did it right (or alternatively, very wrong). Internet evidence to the contrary should be kept to yourselves, please. I visited some castles. I stared at the sea, in the rain, in the hours before dawn, because I’m kind of weird like that, and because I hadn’t even had chance to look at the sea all week until that last morning when it was raining. But mostly because I’m a smoker, and it was either stare at the sea or just stand about outside the hotel looking at the wet road. I chose the sea.
I might be back at work on Monday. I really can’t recall if booked the day off. I’ll need to find out before then.

I’m awake again. So, earlier in the Asda, I was just innocently shopping, and this really tall blonde woman walked by me. Then kind of stopped, and looked down at little hobbit me, and smiled. My heart didn’t jump, it did some kind of strange figure eight move. She even had the short hair and everything. Not that I’m saying this was a Brienne lookalike. No. This was definitely a Gwendoline Christie lookalike. Though about ten or fifteen years younger.
I don’t object to this at all. I believe in my narrative wholeheartedly. Gwendoline Christie has to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. And Brienne is beautiful too, no matter what Martin might say. To those two right now she is. That’s okay.
What I do object to, is getting to the checkout, and finding myself looking around for ‘the big woman’ just in case she was there so that I could look at her again. It’s not as if I’ve even written that much of Tormund’s pov, ffs. :/
I swear, this story… *sighs*

I’m awake again. So, earlier in the Asda, I was just innocently shopping, and this really tall blonde woman walked by me. Then kind of stopped, and looked down at little hobbit me, and smiled. My heart didn’t jump, it did some kind of strange figure eight move. She even had the short hair and everything. Not that I’m saying this was a Brienne lookalike. No. This was definitely a Gwendoline Christie lookalike. Though about ten or fifteen years younger.
I don’t object to this at all. I believe in my narrative wholeheartedly. Gwendoline Christie has to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. And Brienne is beautiful too, no matter what Martin might say. To those two right now she is. That’s okay.
What I do object to, is getting to the checkout, and finding myself looking around for ‘the big woman’ just in case she was there so that I could look at her again. It’s not as if I’ve even written that much of Tormund’s pov, ffs. :/
I swear, this story… *sighs*

I’m awake again. So, earlier in the Asda, I was just innocently shopping, and this really tall blonde woman walked by me. Then kind of stopped, and looked down at little hobbit me, and smiled. My heart didn’t jump, it did some kind of strange figure eight move. She even had the short hair and everything. Not that I’m saying this was a Brienne lookalike. No. This was definitely a Gwendoline Christie lookalike. Though about ten or fifteen years younger.
I don’t object to this at all. I believe in my narrative wholeheartedly. Gwendoline Christie has to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. And Brienne is beautiful too, no matter what Martin might say. To those two right now she is. That’s okay.
What I do object to, is getting to the checkout, and finding myself looking around for ‘the big woman’ just in case she was there so that I could look at her again. It’s not as if I’ve even written that much of Tormund’s pov, ffs. :/
I swear, this story… *sighs*

I’m awake again. So, earlier in the Asda, I was just innocently shopping, and this really tall blonde woman walked by me. Then kind of stopped, and looked down at little hobbit me, and smiled. My heart didn’t jump, it did some kind of strange figure eight move. She even had the short hair and everything. Not that I’m saying this was a Brienne lookalike. No. This was definitely a Gwendoline Christie lookalike. Though about ten or fifteen years younger.
I don’t object to this at all. I believe in my narrative wholeheartedly. Gwendoline Christie has to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. And Brienne is beautiful too, no matter what Martin might say. To those two right now she is. That’s okay.
What I do object to, is getting to the checkout, and finding myself looking around for ‘the big woman’ just in case she was there so that I could look at her again. It’s not as if I’ve even written that much of Tormund’s pov, ffs. :/
I swear, this story… *sighs*

I’m awake again. So, earlier in the Asda, I was just innocently shopping, and this really tall blonde woman walked by me. Then kind of stopped, and looked down at little hobbit me, and smiled. My heart didn’t jump, it did some kind of strange figure eight move. She even had the short hair and everything. Not that I’m saying this was a Brienne lookalike. No. This was definitely a Gwendoline Christie lookalike. Though about ten or fifteen years younger.
I don’t object to this at all. I believe in my narrative wholeheartedly. Gwendoline Christie has to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. And Brienne is beautiful too, no matter what Martin might say. To those two right now she is. That’s okay.
What I do object to, is getting to the checkout, and finding myself looking around for ‘the big woman’ just in case she was there so that I could look at her again. It’s not as if I’ve even written that much of Tormund’s pov, ffs. :/
I swear, this story… *sighs*

Uh-oh, I’ve already broken into the halloween candy...

Can we call tomorrow the 25th so we can start posting Halloween stories?  We can go back to the 20th later.

Hmm… Y’all think a character turning into a zombie counts as character-death tag worthy?

From dictionary corner today via Twitter:
Confelicity: a much-underused word meaning delight in someone else's happiness; the opposite of Schadenfreude.

From dictionary corner today via Twitter:
Confelicity: a much-underused word meaning delight in someone else's happiness; the opposite of Schadenfreude.

Halloween is getting closer. Everyone is invited to the Halloween party, be thinking up those stories.  
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/65894-2017-halloween-party/
 

So, the answer to avoid a multi-chapter halloween fic is to add in a well placed flashback.  Seems to do the trick, summarizing the mood (with a nice bonus of not having to add in the minor1 tag).
 

Well, despite being quite ill, I seem to have managed to complete another chapter. And it didn’t look like it was ever going to happen this one, so… bonus, I guess.
I don’t know. I guess I’ll just do the read through.
Maybe I’ll have a little lie down first… *groans* Perhaps with a couple of paracetamol.

Well, it’s got to be said. I don’t write het that often, but honestly I’m really enjoying myself here.
 

Well, it’s got to be said. I don’t write het that often, but honestly I’m really enjoying myself here.
 

Happy dasseshra everyone. May good always prosper over bad. May all our wishes come true. Wish

Wow… I was just sitting here, writing, thinking up interesting ways for Clegane to kill some people who had pissed him off, and then Tormund…
He happened to someone.
*whistles*
To be fair, he is kind of angry – well, furious –  but… bloodyhell… even Clegane is just standing there, in awe.

Wow… I was just sitting here, writing, thinking up interesting ways for Clegane to kill some people who had pissed him off, and then Tormund…
He happened to someone.
*whistles*
To be fair, he is kind of angry – well, furious –  but… bloodyhell… even Clegane is just standing there, in awe.

One down, one to go. *pats Clegane* Got to admit, I really didn’t like doing that… Poor bugger. I’d offer the muse a cookie, but I think he’d be happy to rip me apart with his bare hands right now.. *hides behind wall* He’ll never see this wall, no matter how many fires he dares to look into. Thank the Gods. Or something.

One down, one to go. *pats Clegane* Got to admit, I really didn’t like doing that… Poor bugger. I’d offer the muse a cookie, but I think he’d be happy to rip me apart with his bare hands right now.. *hides behind wall* He’ll never see this wall, no matter how many fires he dares to look into. Thank the Gods. Or something.

I have a terrible, very bad, no good idea...Oh, who am I kidding, I’m so writing this bitch. *evil grin*

My bloody Internet is acting up, and service can’t come until Wednesday, so if I go missing, that would be why.
::glares at modem::