look. it's arwen.

i already had one of eowyn or i'd've uploaded this nifty one of her white dress. everyone needs an 'i want, i need, i have to have this dress' icon. ::cheerfully murders arwen for the dress::

( silly spoilers )

so i have a waxlet. ::turns her around critically:: now what do i do with her? hm. questions, questions. ::happy sigh::

eta for cake-serving?

god preserve us from--bless their hearts--fools and eleven-year-olds.

cim's dining room, cuddlepint's birthday party:
door: [opens]
cim: [holds door]
lilly: AUUUUUUUUGH
rain: [begins an impromptu rendition of 'it's raining, it's pouring']
cim's daddy: that's not going to work.
cim's mommy: ::exhaling smoke:: WHERE'S THE CAKE?
jordan: [joins rain]
lilly: does anyone want to dance with me and amy [the doll]?
rain: [giggles]
sarah: don't--
jordan: that's right, I'LL step on you if you--
lilly: --and he didn't get up in the--
all eleven year olds: morning!
cim's daddy: ...here's the cake.
jordan, to cim: are you ticklish?
cim: you mean there have only been four of you this whole time?
cim-daddy: it sounded more like twelve.
lilly: ::gleefully:: THAT'S FOUR APIECE!
rain: four lillians and
rain and lillian: four jordans and
rain and lillian and sarah: four sarahs and
all eleven year olds: four rains!
all eleven year olds: [giggle hysterically]
cim-mommy: i have a knife.

<3

::re-reads epic defining sirius/remus in progress*** of angsty happy ending brilliant DOOM (which almost came out 'dom' when i typed it, hahahah)::

i adore my waxlet.

mmmsirius*remus.**

loyalty. yes. loyalty.

mmmmph.

*rufus sewell, if you've forgotten
**dougray scott, if you've forgotten
***thing (a novel)

see icon* for all of the above.

*the damned thing took hours, so you'd better really LOOK, too.

mmmsirius

i am using this icon because i wanted to look at it, thank you for asking.

as the vessel of remus's pov it's perfectly ok for me to lust after sirius, too. ::lusts::

When he turned around and went to his trunk for a fresh pair of trousers, Sirius was bootless and hatless, with one arm out of the quidditch robes. He was fumbling in the pocket of the snug quidditch trousers with that hand--muddied white silk falling over his wrist--for his wand and muttering. The robes hung askew about his neck.. Remus didn't realize he was looking until Sirius's eyes flashed brilliantly to his and he said distinctly, though his voice was not by any stretch even-- "Since it's your fault, Moony, that I can't unfasten my robes, would you help me?" Sarcasm poured on heavier, then. "You needn't touch me."

His trousers unfastened, Remus stopped with his mouth open. Could he walk across the rug and touch the frogs at Sirius's neck--a scant few inches below the bite marks--and not touch the pale skin? He flushed. And went.

alas, the situation is not as compromising as it appears. they're just changing out of muddy clothes. but! she went and formatted the partial draft, all christmassy even, and added a title and--how much do i adore her, how much? XD

He sinks down his onto his haunches on the damp doorstep. Remus doesn't have a welcome mat. The rabbit fantasy has fled, and the Peter fantasy sends chilly, unpleasant slivers of raw anticipation through him. He licks a forepaw and sniffs the air. Remus here, of course, on the door, most of it, and so little else. Brief, fleeting snatches of passersby. Milkman, perhaps, postman, landlord. Sirius himself, but he's not had time to stamp his mark on this house. Remus would notice even a most discreet marking, and would without doubt disapprove.

eeee otp cakes! ::falls over::

i'm all right. really.

hahahahahahaha

Gandalf harrumphed. "That was not the cause of the delay," he said. "Actually, I ran into unexpected company in my quarters." The others regarded him expectantly, and he finally explained, "Legolas and Gimli were... reconciling their differences."

Aragorn gave up trying to hide his amusement and grinned openly. "In your bedroom?"

Imrahil looked from one to the other, puzzled, as Gandalf said testily, "You don't seem surprised, Aragorn son of Arathorn, at such goings-on in your company."

"Oh, believe me, I am surprised," Aragorn said. "Surprised that it took this long." Gandalf raised his eyebrows. Aragorn went on, "Really, Gandalf! Beginning in Lorien, one would have to have been dead not to see the signs--" he broke off suddenly. "Oh, that's right."

here.