hobbit_feets: (dw || i think you need a)
In honour of the new year, Eight!icon.  Because, as we know, Eight is all about New Years.  He's a slag who kisses Earth girls at midnight.  I hope you all had a lovely and enjoyable New Years, with or without kisses from Earth girls.  Or Time Lords.

As for myself, I (or rather we- my darling flatmate Berni and myself) had a party.  And it was a proper old shindig at that; booze in enormous quantities, cookies and Dip made, kitchen cleaned 'til it was spotless, living room rearranged so as to be more conducive to sitting around, as one does at a party.  And all in all, my friends, I daresay it was a fucking awesome party.  [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  may vouch for me here.  Far more people than I'd expected showed up, and there were all the things necessary at a party such as this: the token sick drunk, awkward snogging, drunken dancing (and singing), some drama (just enough but not too much), and shots of Bailey's topped with aerosole whipped cream- many blowjob jokes were made.  I went to sleep at six this morning with Berni sharing my mattress because the aforementioned token sick drunk was passed out on her bed.

Generally speaking, I am not the kind of person who really parties like that.  That in mind?  Damn proud of myself.  Also, my Dip was divine- I am also, quite reasonably, I think, proud of that.

In addition to the stereotypical partying, New Years of course means Yuletide reveals.  And so I present to you my crime for Yuletide this year:

A Theory of Quantum Mechanics
A Rosencrantz and Guildenstern fanfiction
(In which Guildenstern is bothered, and past lives are invented)


Possibly as per usual, I wrote it at the extreme last minute- more last minute than usual, actually.  Within two hours.  Considering that, I'm very pleased with how it turned out.  Even that aside, I think, I'm pleased with it.  Initially, I wanted to spend more time exploring the idea of the two of them telling stories about their nonexistant pasts, but I like the format that I played around with for this.  And the Schrodinger's cat thing, which came out of bloody nowhere.  I blame Zagreus.

Also, I just watched The End of Time, part Two.  I am... conflicted.  But I will post a proper reaction post later, once I've gathered my thoughts somewhat, and possibly given it a rewatch.
hobbit_feets: (dw || i think you need a)
In honour of the new year, Eight!icon.  Because, as we know, Eight is all about New Years.  He's a slag who kisses Earth girls at midnight.  I hope you all had a lovely and enjoyable New Years, with or without kisses from Earth girls.  Or Time Lords.

As for myself, I (or rather we- my darling flatmate Berni and myself) had a party.  And it was a proper old shindig at that; booze in enormous quantities, cookies and Dip made, kitchen cleaned 'til it was spotless, living room rearranged so as to be more conducive to sitting around, as one does at a party.  And all in all, my friends, I daresay it was a fucking awesome party.  [livejournal.com profile] earlwyn  may vouch for me here.  Far more people than I'd expected showed up, and there were all the things necessary at a party such as this: the token sick drunk, awkward snogging, drunken dancing (and singing), some drama (just enough but not too much), and shots of Bailey's topped with aerosole whipped cream- many blowjob jokes were made.  I went to sleep at six this morning with Berni sharing my mattress because the aforementioned token sick drunk was passed out on her bed.

Generally speaking, I am not the kind of person who really parties like that.  That in mind?  Damn proud of myself.  Also, my Dip was divine- I am also, quite reasonably, I think, proud of that.

In addition to the stereotypical partying, New Years of course means Yuletide reveals.  And so I present to you my crime for Yuletide this year:

A Theory of Quantum Mechanics
A Rosencrantz and Guildenstern fanfiction
(In which Guildenstern is bothered, and past lives are invented)


Possibly as per usual, I wrote it at the extreme last minute- more last minute than usual, actually.  Within two hours.  Considering that, I'm very pleased with how it turned out.  Even that aside, I think, I'm pleased with it.  Initially, I wanted to spend more time exploring the idea of the two of them telling stories about their nonexistant pasts, but I like the format that I played around with for this.  And the Schrodinger's cat thing, which came out of bloody nowhere.  I blame Zagreus.

Also, I just watched The End of Time, part Two.  I am... conflicted.  But I will post a proper reaction post later, once I've gathered my thoughts somewhat, and possibly given it a rewatch.
hobbit_feets: (dw || the french know how to party)
Today is my

~~BIRTHDAY~~


and so, on account of that, I think we should have a party.  Hells yes.  I hereby declare this a party post!  Whether you want to drag along a character or two of yours, or just yourself, whatever works. Either way, I shall be glad to have you, because this post feels like it's dreadfully boring at the moment, and that this should change.
hobbit_feets: (dw || the french know how to party)
Today is my

~~BIRTHDAY~~


and so, on account of that, I think we should have a party.  Hells yes.  I hereby declare this a party post!  Whether you want to drag along a character or two of yours, or just yourself, whatever works. Either way, I shall be glad to have you, because this post feels like it's dreadfully boring at the moment, and that this should change.
hobbit_feets: (potc || buttonf with an f)
I'm fucking drunk.  Wtf?  That is not something I do on a regular basis.  And I'm not even that drunk, just enough that, you know, my typing requires rather more backspace than usual, and flashing my tits at a couple of blokes I've only just met doesn't seem such a big deal.  Huh.

Well, it's enjoyable, I cannae fault it that.  I have had a damn good day. 

hobbit_feets: (potc || buttonf with an f)
I'm fucking drunk.  Wtf?  That is not something I do on a regular basis.  And I'm not even that drunk, just enough that, you know, my typing requires rather more backspace than usual, and flashing my tits at a couple of blokes I've only just met doesn't seem such a big deal.  Huh.

Well, it's enjoyable, I cannae fault it that.  I have had a damn good day. 

hobbit_feets: (vg || it should be tarted up)
Which is rather unusual, given that I am quite by myself tonight.  I would not have it that way, but there we are.  At the moment, I want nothing more than to go out clubbing.  I want to party.  I feel so restless.  I want to go out and dance.  Just, dancing with masses and masses of people- the sweat and smell of it, with the thrum of music through one's entire body.  I want to snog some nameless, pretty girl.  Hell, possibly do more than snog.  But then, I am on my period at the moment and feeling very distinctly the need for flesh, so I wouldn't take that too seriously.  Not really into shagging random birds from clubs. 

Also would totally be into the consumption of some illegal substances.   In fact, if you take a look at the Doctor in my icon- I would love to feel like that.  Drunk off my head and having just shagged a gorgeous French aristocrat. 

Random, but last night I was doing a bit of emotional recall- practise, you know, being the acting nerd that I am.  And I found, strangely, that calling upon memories and events from my own life elicited almost no reaction at all- I couldn't muster tears or genuine laughter or anything- but thinking about my characters- that is to say the ones I rp online- it was quite astounding, the genuineness and vehemence of the emotions they produced.  Is that sad?  Strange?  I don't know.  I mean, it certainly worked, but it seems bizarre to me.
hobbit_feets: (vg || it should be tarted up)
Which is rather unusual, given that I am quite by myself tonight.  I would not have it that way, but there we are.  At the moment, I want nothing more than to go out clubbing.  I want to party.  I feel so restless.  I want to go out and dance.  Just, dancing with masses and masses of people- the sweat and smell of it, with the thrum of music through one's entire body.  I want to snog some nameless, pretty girl.  Hell, possibly do more than snog.  But then, I am on my period at the moment and feeling very distinctly the need for flesh, so I wouldn't take that too seriously.  Not really into shagging random birds from clubs. 

Also would totally be into the consumption of some illegal substances.   In fact, if you take a look at the Doctor in my icon- I would love to feel like that.  Drunk off my head and having just shagged a gorgeous French aristocrat. 

Random, but last night I was doing a bit of emotional recall- practise, you know, being the acting nerd that I am.  And I found, strangely, that calling upon memories and events from my own life elicited almost no reaction at all- I couldn't muster tears or genuine laughter or anything- but thinking about my characters- that is to say the ones I rp online- it was quite astounding, the genuineness and vehemence of the emotions they produced.  Is that sad?  Strange?  I don't know.  I mean, it certainly worked, but it seems bizarre to me.
hobbit_feets: (Hugh)
Ah.  So that's what a hangover feels like.  How... entirely unpleasant.
hobbit_feets: (Hugh)
Ah.  So that's what a hangover feels like.  How... entirely unpleasant.
hobbit_feets: (Chris and Sue)
'You know me better than most.'

'Well, I dunno, I suppose-'

'You know me better than most because you pay attention.'

What a marvellous thing to hear, that.  And it is quite true, really; I watch and I observe and I soak things up.  I don't necessarily talk about it, but I do pay attention to most everything.  But, you know, one never expects the subject of one's observation to really notice, and it's weirdly wonderful to know that they do.  I suppose because it shows a certain level of them paying attention to you as well, which is always flattering, especially when it's someone you admire, and indeed the object of one's unrequited affections. 
hobbit_feets: (Chris and Sue)
'You know me better than most.'

'Well, I dunno, I suppose-'

'You know me better than most because you pay attention.'

What a marvellous thing to hear, that.  And it is quite true, really; I watch and I observe and I soak things up.  I don't necessarily talk about it, but I do pay attention to most everything.  But, you know, one never expects the subject of one's observation to really notice, and it's weirdly wonderful to know that they do.  I suppose because it shows a certain level of them paying attention to you as well, which is always flattering, especially when it's someone you admire, and indeed the object of one's unrequited affections. 
hobbit_feets: (Chris and Sue)
Having to call an ambulance for a friend who's just that fucking drunk= a rubbish way to end a party.  Having then to walk home in the freezing bloody cold, worrying about said friend and about the other friends- also all off their respective tits- who are there with him, having called the ambulance is not particularly enjoyable either.  The cold isn't too kind on my asthma either.  Oh well.  I shall survive, I'm sure.  
hobbit_feets: (Chris and Sue)
Having to call an ambulance for a friend who's just that fucking drunk= a rubbish way to end a party.  Having then to walk home in the freezing bloody cold, worrying about said friend and about the other friends- also all off their respective tits- who are there with him, having called the ambulance is not particularly enjoyable either.  The cold isn't too kind on my asthma either.  Oh well.  I shall survive, I'm sure.  
hobbit_feets: (A Little Danger)
Sometimes it is just the thing a person needs to smoke a hookah and then proceed to drape oneself over the laps of attractive people and have them play with your hair.  Mmm.
hobbit_feets: (A Little Danger)
Sometimes it is just the thing a person needs to smoke a hookah and then proceed to drape oneself over the laps of attractive people and have them play with your hair.  Mmm.

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