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carribeanblue is going to write some k/s for us if we twist her arm, so we are twisting.

write, write, write.

personally i like to see their first time in old age, and post stiii works fine for me, but next on the agenda is a post st:tmp, pre stii piece with an original supporting character (of whom i'm still a bit nervous).

...the quality of the pictures isn't too phenomenal--disposable camera, you know. of course this doesn't stop me from staring, and there are a handful of very cute ones there. ::stares some more::

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took some medicine, which i should probably supplement with some food and tea. and a vitamin. having class at noon on saturday is evil. hollsk, i'll catch you this afternoon. the big sister wants me to decide to stop spending time on the internet and--what. i don't know. ::sigh:: i'm going to give this new medication a bit more time before i do something drastic like that.

pervy--something? fancier. it's like multiplying the perviness, aiiieeee, no...

so mcee wanted some daniel radcliffe/elijah wood, which i find faintly disturbing. but not disturbing enough to prevent me from dabbling. to be found there or here:

they go to the premiere not because dom is drunk but in spite of this fact. which is not to say that elijah isn't drunk, or that he can hold liquor. he can't. but he wants to go anyway, whereas dom, drunk, wants to go down pub and do nasty things with random girls, possibly including elijah and billy, who can count as girls when you're drunk enough.

'it's not too bad,' says billy, and then, ''s a bit like our premiere, eh--' speaking for all of them. it's almost a sense of deja vu, except that daniel's mother is hovering in the background, and emma is too young to want to hang all over her co-stars. she stands, like hermione, with her shoes matched at the toe and heel and lifts her chin to answer the television interviewers. but still they can see it: that boy who played draco, with the overbleached hair, giggling nervously with rupert. they've never met any of these children before.

daniel smiles nervously around, casting his blue eyes like a circle around his feet, and snags their attention. he looks down and his eyelashes drop like fans. his cheeks are just hinting at pink, without being gauche enough to go there. 'and he's you,' says dom, too loudly, only billy shushes him.

'nah; the eyes aren't big enough.'

elijah decides to leave the drunken friends to their own devices (he's drunk enough to ignore any misgivings on that score). 'hello,' he says, and the pink held at bay rushes into the peachy pale cheeks, startled blue eyes leaping to meet startled blue.

'erm. hi,' says daniel dumbly, with a smile that starts and ends artless, but becomes far more dangerously sparkling by the end than its shy beginnings would have suggested.

he's almost as tall as elijah, and how old is that? but elijah grins and says, 'i'm elijah--'

'oh, i know,' he breathes, stumbling the words out. 'hey. great job. loved it.' he waves a hand behind elijah, who doesn't look at whatever foolishness the other hobbits have involved themselves in while his back was turned.

hm. with the hero-worship. not so--but then daniel's smile goes smirk, and he says, 'lost the invitation, did you? yours is next month.'

'maybe i've had a few too many,' elijah agrees, putting out his hand like in a trance. the thirteen-year-old hand closes around it tentatively. they don't shake, but they look up again and their eyes meet and--

'hello,' daniel says inanely, raising both of his dark eyebrows over perfect eyes, and his little lips twitch. elijah is smiling back and he means to reply, but what he says is

'yes.'

the goth club in detroit (last week's news, this week's pictures... :))

okay, the pictures seem to be working, so. this is a test run. more to follow, natch. from left to right: devon, cimorene111, wax_jism, and devon's hot roommate jeff (also known as wax's bitch).



[edit: that tantalizing glimpse of leg you can see is most definitely wax's, because i was curled up more or less in her lap at that point.]

[edit 2: last night, after this picture and some more to follow, i got so very tired of responding to 'your girlfriend is cute' that i started saying 'yes' instead of 'well, ACTUALLY, she's not....' so, ma chere, if that's of some concern to you... ;-9.)

right, guv. more gothpics.

we sat down on the couch all neat and prim, sort of uncertainly. and jeff, weilding a big spiffalicious camera, said, 'i can't see you all. get closer together.'

devon, in the middle, said, 'just pretend!' so i present devon as some kind of pimp or something, and me and wax as our scrumptious selves, only possibly a bit more whorish.

note the torn lace on devon's shirt! that was partly my idea! and you can't see my dress very well, but it's very sex-ay.


larger version here

( jeff with the camera )

the last real set, i promise.

i thought the contrast bore emphasis.

this is cim with wax:

there's a bigger version of this in the link below

and this is cim without wax:


and then, for those of you who are REALLY interested, all the pictures thus far on one spiffalicious page, all together, with some extras including jeff in a chair and devon examining himself critically in a mirror, and a few shots of wax that i had to force myself to share with all of you. just so long as you remember that she's mine we should be okay, though. the madness can be found on rightthisway (unlike, say, any hypothetical leonard nimoy/william shatner slash i might write, since thelionforreal refuses to have it there...).

apparently it's official.

see below.

after this picture and some more to follow, i got so very tired of responding to 'your girlfriend is cute' that i started saying 'yes' instead of 'well, ACTUALLY, she's not....'

had a number of surreal conversations. you know,

person: are you tired/dead/angry with me?
me: no, but i just got my goth pictures back and i'm trying to straighten them out.

so a number of people wound up looking at them.

the ex's best friend said, 'your girlfriend is hot!'

cim: i'm wax's princess; she's not my girlfriend (this is an obscure reference to my favorite book, dealing with dragons, and is something that princess-cimorene-my-namesake actually says. don't worry; he's read it.)

so then pechebaie, and then (!!??) the little BROTHER of the ex's bf, who... stole my sn from his brother's computer? like i said. surreal. do i remember all the other people, even? was southpaw526 there, or had she left already? at any rate, by this time it was:

little bro: your gf is hot.
me: well actually it's--. yes. she is.

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okay, i'm not anxious. but i'm jealous enough for three princesses. or thirteen, perhaps. did i see something about a new beth h story that i could read... and something in my inbox by kassandra... ::wanders away whimpering::

in other news, i'm going contra cobra-dancing this evening.

let's go

so i decided to make ramen for dinner; big lunch, going out dancing, didn't want to walk to valentine. wanted to chat with holls. yadda yadda.

oops. i have no dishes! ::shifty look::

so at first i was thinking maybe i had something lying around i could use... nope. my coffeepot? no, the noodles have to be IN the water as it's heating... i went in the kitchen, on the point of using both of my mugs at once to heat the water in the microwave, then pouring them into the emptied cookie tin and eating out of that.

that would've been interesting.

instead i bummed a fork and a saucepan from the store there, which belong to various of my housemates who weren't there to object. certainly i'll wash them. and i'm going to eat out of a mug, thank you, not a cookie tin. :)

in other news--the light over the stove won't turn on.