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Very, very last minute amnesty fics for Kink Bingo oops.
Untitled 1, 2, 3, 4
Fandom: Peter Jackson's The Hobbit
Characters: Dwalin, Fili, Bofur, Thorin, a host of female OCs.
Rating: PG-13. It's not very kinky Kink Bingo. (Well, not very explicit.)
Summary: Dwarves get laid. Because it's Kink Bingo.
Prompts: Teasing, Washing/Cleaning, Oral Fixation, Writing on the Body

( Dwalin (Teasing) )

( Fili (Washing/Cleaning) )

( Bofur (Oral fixation) )

( Thorin (Writing on the Body) )

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1112079.html

( Gaeilge )

Things are somewhat better today, thanks to the hormones moving on and having gotten some sleep last night. Back is still thoroughly tweaked, and one of these days I'll figure out a better way to handle that or maybe that's just wishful thinking.

Rewatched the Hobbit last night, and went to sleep with Thorin and Bofur singing in my head, because Armitage and Nesbitt are fucking unfair with the singing and the voice. Damn you Centralia, whyfor you so pretty in voice and manner and personality and aspect and face. And Nesbitt is just freaking scary, except when he sings, and then, nngh. And now I'm on a rewatch of the Extended Editions of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, just, watching it in bits and pieces where I can. Probably more on the weekend. We can blame this on I've never actually seen the Extended Edition of Return of the King, I don't know why I didn't get it before now but I finally got fed up with not having it. So, MANY HOURS of Middle Earth ahead of me, and that should sooth what emotional aches and pains yet remain.

Today's intent, another patch-up scene in Twisted Thread, and more White Lightning. And when I get home, more Person of Interest and then more fucking around because tonight is a girl's night in, which means scrubs and moisturizing and painting of nails and so on. And truffles. And rest, because god we need it. The boy will be off at game so it can just be girls and cats and hot men on TV. Definitely could use that right now.

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1093183.html

( Gaeilge )

Don' wanna be awake. Wanna be curled up in my nice warm bed with my nice warm kitties drowsing.

That said, holy damn. I managed to get the plurals right on two nouns I had to look up in Irish. I looked them up for confirmation and, yes, it's right. I'm not sure the other words are right, but I'll take what small victories I can get. Go go pattern recognition brain? (Also deeply amused that my dictionary has the Irish for 'elf,' even if it's not the right kind of elf. Didn't feel like dragging out a Tolkien dictionary.)

And managed to get Japanese done last night, and my bannock, and some blogwork. I cannot say I managed not to be bitchy on the blogwork, but maybe it came off more as classy snark? I don't know. We're going to have to read over that one carefully to make sure our biases are labeled and pushed out of the way. Though we did find some bits of cleverness we hadn't spotted before, which is good for my sense of playing fair.

And I managed to get sleep last night! Which isn't that unusual, it's just that when the boy leaves early for work, if he gets out of work after his eight hours are up he comes home at fuck o'clock in the morning, and then feels the need (possibly with justification, she said, looking at the machete in the corner of the room) to stomp around letting me know it's just him and he's home and it's not an intruder. And then I wake up in the middle of the night and it takes me a while to get back to sleep again.

(Centralia's lovely baritone is still immensely unfair.)

I can't believe it's Thursday already. I still have too much shit to do, I have no idea how I'm going to do it (yes I do, calendar and to-do lists and so on and so forth and still moving) and oh god how is it only Thursday? Which about sums up my state of mind at the moment. Come on, self, you know what you have to do, you have the list. Let's get to it. As soon as I get various scenarios of character angst, rage, and doom out of my head. Bad head. No distractions.

( This is not like no distractions. Damn you, Centralia. )

( Gaeilge )

There. I have watched almost the entire atrocity that is the 200x BBC Robin Hood. Entirely for Richard "Centralia" Armitage, I watched up until his last scene in the finale and then went "bored now" and turned it off. I think I have the following things to say about his character: for all the evil things he did, and he did do a handful of things that were really vicious and evil and a great more things that were merely harsh, he also got the short end of the stick far more times than perhaps anyone else in the show. He got slapped around and called incompetent and undermined by the sheriff at every opportunity, he got slapped around and called evil by Robin and his men, he got slapped around and called evil by Marian when he wasn't being petted and told there was some good in him yet and, christ. I wanted to shake Marian and go make up your goddamn mind this isn't helping. Seriously, if you want to make an ally of someone MAKE AN ALLY OF THEM. Don't wishy-wash it because then you just screw up his head even more and piss him off. The morality of the entire show was centered around Whether Or Not You Sided With Robin, of course, so Marian's only consequence for fucking with Guy's head is to get shivved with a sword so she can be martyred, which is a tad excessive, I feel. Alan-a-Dale goes through so many changes of allegiance I can't keep track which, as far as I can tell, is largely because he's just looking to be comfortable. Which is now a crime. They wrote the two intelligent characters off the show at the end of season two because god forbid anyone else listen to them. Um.

I have issues with this show, can you tell? And yet I tolerated a few dozen hours of it for Centralia. Such is the hold he has on me.

... Excuse me I just discovered my Irish exercise includes the name Proinnsias. I have to go fall over laughing now. All those of you who have read Preacher know why.

It might be quiet at work today. Should be. I hope, anyway. Going to try to get started/work on my six in-progress fanfics for a couple weeks, then get back to original writing and maybe something will actually come of that this year. I suppose the good thing is, at least one of those is half done and I just got a brilliant idea for the other one, hah! The bad news is the other two require massive canon review. Which is only bad news in that that requires time, and me finding the damn books. Otherwise having an excuse to curl up and read books is never a bad thing.

Things and stuff. Did get some books unpacked yesterday, speaking of unpacking. Got some blogwork done, hung out on Yulechat a bit, all in all it was productive even if I didn't clean all the things, self. Some stuff was moved in, some stuff was moved out, work got done, and so did cleaning. And you've got too much shit to do to worry about how productive you have or haven't been in the past, so shut up and soldier, soldier. Sleep tonight. Work today.

( Deutsch )

It is, in fact, so dead at work, that I spent most of the morning with A discussing how we would insert ourselves into The Hobbit to smack some sense into Thorin during the Arkenstone debacle, and then what having a sensible, back to his wise(ish) ruling self Thorin would do to the time between Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. Somehow this led to "GET THEE AN HEIR" and which of Kili and Fili would have children most likely to be a suitable heir, assuming Thorin didn't find himself a wife and have lots of little stupidly attractive dwarf children. And sitting on Thorin's head to keep him from going and dealing with Moria. And and and.

I am not writing that one. I have four NYRs to work on and Talia Wayne AU, which is still in progress because Bane/Talia FOR EVER. For various values of Bane/Talia ranging from asexual yet lifebonded to parners and lovers and parents till death do they part or not even then.

Biscuits happened over the weekend, with the discovery that I can in fact make pretty decent buttermilk biscuits and not fuck it up, except for the getting flour everywhere. Which tends to happen during baking. Buttermilk biscuits and stewed chicken, and yesterday grilled chicken with herbs from my garden. You guys I actually plucked things from my windowsill garden and put them onto food! And it was delicious. Om nom nom. There may have to be more baking this coming weekend but today/tonight/tomorrow there will be replacing showerheads and mopping MORE floors (seriously, we mop three times and the water still turns this nasty gray-brown halfway through) and possibly starting to peel the wallpaper off the spare bedroom so we can get that painted up and ready to be moved in. Because Pixie's coming in February and AUGH. My house is FILTHY AND NOT SUITABLE FOR COMPANY.

... Oh, hey, I'm on chapter 'elf.' Yes, Elf means Eleven in German. I'm going to laugh anyway.

... Oh, hey, my Japanese book part 1 arrived. That's timely. I'm supposed to start that tonight. And my base/top coat for nail polish, which means once I get that replacement screw for my vanity I can get all THAT unpacked and do that, even if I'm not feeling the beauty very much today because sharks. Fucking sharks. Eh, another day or two and I should be feeling it more, though, which should coincide with everything being unpacked. Which means that the last of my new courtesanly tools are in, which means it's time to get started on all the projects for the coming year. 2013 I am ready for you. Do not disappoint me.

Just in case 2013 starts off disappointing, I present to you, Thorin Dreamboatshield: An Unexpected Hotness of Dwarves

Crossposts: http://kittydesade.livejournal.com/1062362.html

( Gaeilge )

Hey look! We're back in the languages routine again. At least sort of, New Year's will undoubtedly fuck that up a bit. But hopefully not too much.

Well, the craft room has started to be clean, some of the boxes made it up there. We got my vanity up to the bedroom and sort of set up except for one screw that's bent all to hell, so we have to get a replacement at Home Depot. I'm sure we did some other stuff... the broccoli finally got repotted? We moved some things out to the trash pile, cleared out that patio thing the boy calls the sun porch, which, hey, as good a name as any. Swept up, oh! Moved a bookshelf, too.

I've also been mainlining that mediocre-to-outright-crappy BBC Robin Hood, which is purely Centralia's fault. Though I am sort of relieved to know that I'm not the only one who was wondering what was up with the utterly bipolar relationship between Guy of Guisborne and Marian. She advocates for him, okay, sure, he treats/courts her with about as much gentility as he seems to know how, sure. He lies to her at the end to get her to the altar (long story), not up to that point mind you, just at the very end, and then when in media res she punches him in the face with his own ring and runs out the chapel door, okay, I can see a) why she'd do that and b) why that'd sting his pride, which is all he seems to cling to as the only thing he has. (And now of course I want to write all the fic involve beating him int he face with how pride depends on other people and honor depends on yourself and you have no honor because you hate yourself and so on and so forth.) But THEN in second season SHE'S courting HIM and, okay, I get flirting because you're a prisoner in the castle and you're trying to get information out of this guy?

BUT HE BURNED DOWN HER HOME. AND MADE HER GROVEL. AND THREATENED HER AND HER FATHER. AND NOW SHE ACTUALLY SEEMS TO BE FLIRTING WITH HIM/TRYING TO SOOTHE AND RESCUE HIM FOR REAL? Ohmyfuckinggod. I want to slap the writers with fish. Or throw fish at them. And not in the nice way like Centralia did. FuckSAKE. Apparently he then decided, okay, he really is in love with her, it might inspire him to be a better person... and then Guisborne runs her through. At which point I'm pretty sure he facewalled through some set pieces. I WOULD HAVE.

Ahem. I'm getting residual bounce off

lireavue as far as TSO goes, it's kind of hilarious. For the newcomers, Trans-Siberian Orchestra is a yearly tradition with us, we go to their Christmas concert and cry like babies (hungry angry babies) and make our head, neck, and shoulders ache with headbanging and then go drool over the band and get our programs signed and our guitar picks afterwards. I've been doing it for about ten years now, every Christmas Tour plus the Beethovan one, once. It would have been more than once but time and money didn't permit. And

lireavue's concert was last night, because she catches TSO west and I catch TSO east. And then we babble at each other more than compare notes and now I have residual bounce. Oops.

Monday. Yay Monday. Although there isn't much going on today, UPS I don't think will be picking up and I'm pretty sure they won't be dropping off anything. I don't see anything on the radar, at least. Which means most of the traffic will be foot traffic, and then tomorrow a day off and more unpacking and cleaning what fun! And possibly Hobbit again because DAMN YOU, CENTRALIA.

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