I just had to get this out somewhere. Chances are, if you don't watch WWE, you may not get this one, but that's okay.

All right, here goes. *deep breath*

JOHN LAURINAITIS IS A SEXY, SEXY MAN. THIS IS HOW I REALLY FEEL AND I DO NOT CARE WHO KNOWS IT.

...meep. *runs*

I know I go in circles. I know the windowpanes bring only rain and not your face.

NO, OKAY. I'M MAKING THIS FANMIX. AND IT IS BREAKING MY FUCKING HEART.

BREAKING IT.

A THOUSAND TINY LITTLE SPARKLY ORANGE AND BLUE PIECES ON THE FLOOR. LET ME DIE.

So, I was reading this article earlier.

This one right here no big deal.

And I found I could not get past the first, you know, sentence.

"Two weeks ago, with the Game of the Century tied at 6-6 and the clock ticking down in regulation, I found myself standing next to Urban Meyer on the Alabama sideline."

And all I can see is, "Urban Meyer on the Alabama sideline."

URBAN MEYER. ON THE ALABAMA SIDELINE.

Be still, my heart.

WRITING TODAY. :D Inspired by an impromptu road trip taken to Tuscaloosa yesterday. More on that later.

For now, I'm writing Nick Saban/Urban Meyer slash, and in the process, providing both Nick and myself with something we both desperately need after certain events of last weekend.



...SETTLE THE F$%# down, you say? Yes, sir. On it, sir.

That awkward moment when one of your old OTPs makes an unexpected resurgence back into your life.

That still more awkward moment when you're sitting at the computer, filing through pictures of Tim Tebow and Urban Meyer and "I Look At You" by Miley Cyrus comes on your media player (don't judge).



Oh, this is gonna lead to something. I just know it.

ETA: NOW "I KNOW" BY TRESPASSERS WILLIAM. FUCK ALL, MY CREYS. ALL OF THEM.

A random google image search turns up a picture of Lane Kiffin, looking as though he has seen coming far upon the horizon a scourge of a thousand plagues. Or maybe Urban Meyer.



Bonus awkward points if you weren't even searching for Lane Kiffin. XD

Before you guys say anything, yes, I realize this is hella early, but if Wal-Mart and Home Depot can put their Christmas trees and light-up yard reindeers out now, then darn it, so can I.

Ladies and Gentlemen (or pretty much just ladies, I think), it is officially November. Which means next month is December. Which means...

HOLIDAY FIC REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

OFFICIALLY, STARTING RIGHT NOW.

The rules, for those of you who don't know them, are simple.

The rules, friends, are simple. If you would like a Holiday Gift!Fic from yours truly, comment to this post before December 15, 2011 with the following:

A: Request
B: Prompt
C: Character/Pairing, if applicable

**Prompts can be as general ("shampoo") or as specific ("Wade Barrett washing his hair while Justin Gabriel watches him in the shower") as you'd like them to be. Prompts do not necessarily have to be holiday-related, but they certainly can be. Anything is gravy, really. I AM HERE TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. :D

**Fills will be drabble to short-fic length, 100 words at the least. Specific word-length requests (I want 5,000 words) will not be recognized. Sorry!

**One request per person, por favor!

**I LOVE YOU ALL. :D

Behind the cut is a list of all the fandoms I am familiar with. Please mind the list, as some items have been added since last year's shopping season.

( This comes in green, right? )

Aaaaaand GO! In the words of Jim Kirk, "NOW NOW NOW DO IT NOW!" The sooner you prompt, the sooner I can write! :D

I'm hoping to get an early start this year just so, you know, I MIGHT ACTUALLY FINISH THEM ALL THIS YEAR. To those of you who never received their gifties last season I AM SORRY. Perhaps I might even do something special to try to make it up to you. :)

I really, really need to get back writing again.

This is "National Novel Writing Month" after all.

I'm not a novelist, but I can at least use November as an excuse, right?

...WELL, HE IS. AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT, EVER.

This is what happens when I can't think of a relevant title.

Actually, I suppose it would be relevant, considering I did watch the latter part of the USC game last evening, and "LANE KIFFIN, YOU WANKER" was one of the things I was shouting at the television.

Lane Kiffin is a wanker. Case closed.

Anyhoo. So even though my entire week/last 10 days was utter shite, weekend was awesome. Slept in and shopping yesterday (FINALLY GOT CAPTAIN AMERICA ON DVD THANK YOU JEEZUS) and went to an epic costume Halloween party where there was football, booze and Space Invaders. I went as the lost member of the Misfits known as Jerri Only von Frankenstein.

Picture behind the cut, because it is freaking huge.

( They called us walking corpses, unholy living dead )

For the record, my hair was spray-painted black, which was a pain in the ARSE to get out of everything today. Somehow, half the dye on my head ended up on my face this morning. No, I don't know how.

Today I went to the pumpkin patch with Mum and bought a giant pumpkin to carve. Made pumpkin chili for dinner and carved an epic jack-o-lantern and spent time with my babies. All in all, a perfect weekend.

Hope everyone's Halloween celebrations were/will be awesome! :) For now, I'm off to do a test run of our jack o'lantern. XD Peace!

XOXO,
Me <3

When it rains, it pours.

And there isn't anyone in this day and age who has the good fucking sense to actually offer a person an umbrella.

So the Misfits came out with a new album. I've been a fan of the Misfits for years and years and I don't even know how many years. And to be honest, I was not quite sure how to feel about this latest album. The landscape of the band has changed drastically since the last album they put out. Their singer, drummer and BAMF guitarist all jumped ship. The only original member of the band (haha funny I should say "Only") is Jerry Only, who is now on bass AND vocals. I truly was not sure how pretty this was going to be. I mean, honestly, I was all "NOT SURE IF WANT."

I listened to it a couple more times and was like, "STILL NOT SURE IF WANT. Can he DO that?"

Then I listened to it a couple more times and I haven't stopped. I'm surprised how easily this album has grown on me. The songs are catchy, the guitar riffs and melodies are decent, and Jerry's vocals actually shine in their own way.

Here's my favorite song off their new album, "The Devil's Rain." I couldn't find one of just the song, so here's a fanvid of the actual movie "The Devil's Rain" with the song as the backing track. Have some Shatner and Misfits to end your weekend. WTF, I don't even know.

It's one of my favorite times of year again. I love fall more than I love a lot of things. It's the time of year of crisp fall winds and scattering leaves, football, Halloween, deliciously-scented candles, and pumpkin spice everything in my everything.

Loving life right now, and I'm feeling particularly inspired.

Also on a huge, huge Misfits kick again. Tis the season, I suppose.

Hope everyone is well! :)

STOP IT. GO AWAY NOW. I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING YOU WHEN IT ISN’T EVEN OCTOBER YET.

LOVE,
ME.

So, girl4edwards04, your LiveJournal reveals…

You are… 12% unique (blame, for example, your interest in wwe nexus), 30% peculiar, 45% interesting, 7% normal and 5% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy writing). When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are wary of trusting strangers. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.

Your overall weirdness is: 50

(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 87% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

...LOL. INTELLECTUAL.

LOL.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

Also, my "herdlike" trait, apparently, is having an interest in writing. Ah, well, you can't win it all, I suppose. XD

Reason #4389724 that I'll never finish anything I intend to finish?

This guy. Again.

Wade Barrett: Professional snarky English bastard, incorrigible BAMF, undeniable life-ruiner. STOP HOLDING ME HOSTAGE ON TUMBLR, WADE. STOP IT.



Fffffhfsdlasdkjhakasdhasklj you're got me writing vintage!Nexus slash when I'm supposed to be working to get some of these Loki plotbunnies out of my brain. You know, before they start replicating all "TROLOLOLOLOLOLOLOKI" and whatnot.

I swear, Wade, you and Loki are dangerous. And you're both trolls. Are you sure you aren't related or something?

Yes, this is apparently what I'm doing with the first day I've had off since Labour Day. Don't judge me.

Kirk out.

A different version of that "pick 12 characters and answer these lulzy questions" meme that I've not done before.

1. Lt. Commander Data(Star Trek: TNG)
2. President Tom Whitmore (ID4)
3. Loki Laufeyson (Thor)
4. Thor Odinson (Well, derp.)
5. Jack Bauer (24)
6. Lore (Star Trek: TNG)
7. Wade Barrett (WWE)
8. Commander William T. Riker (Star Trek: TNG)
9. Captain Jack Sparrow (Again, derp.)
10. Aloysius Pendergast (Preston and Child novels)
11. Laufey (Thor)
12. Tony Stark (Iron Man)

( WHAT EVEN IS THIS. )

Yeah. File this under "things I do when I'm supposed to be productive."

So I'm looking for song suggestions for a mix that centers around an odd storyline I'm currently working on.

The story revolves around a mortal man who falls in love with a god. The god has come to earth for the purpose of retrieving his wayward brother. In the process, he meets said mortal, they spend meaningful time together, and eventually said god does locate his brother and he must return to his own realm for a time.

I'm looking for songs that fit the theme of both an unconventional I'm-in-awe-of-you love, and the longing the protagonist must feel during the time his beloved is away on his home planet.

Any help whatsoever would be muchly appreciated. Thanks in advance!

Crossposted to fanmixtalk.

Medium: Films
Fandom: Thor
Subject: Loki/Thor
Title: Teach Me War
Notes: The second part of 3 mixes that involve these two. Part 1 can be found here. This mix is a progression of the first, in which Loki's ambitions have become darker, the animosity is not so veiled, and their tentative non-fraternal relationship has evolved.
Warnings: ACTS OF NON-BROTHERLY RELATIONS BETWEEN TWO CHARACTERS RAISED AS BROTHERS ARE IMPLIED.

( Teach me love or teach me war. )

....yep. >>;

I feel like I haven't had time to sit down here recently and type out a proper update.

...Oh, right. Because I haven't. Oops. I totally blame Tumblr for holding me hostage.

I doubt more than two people even read this anymore. Maybe I'm just typing this entry to myself, I don't know.

I fear my life hasn't gotten any more interesting over the last several weeks. The hair is going well. Work has been, well, work. Vacation went by far too quickly, and my son had his half-birthday about a week ago. It really is amazing how fast the little bugger has grown. I'll have to post some updated pictures of him soon.

I've been trying to get back into writing lately, but it's been like trying to gain water from a frozen rock in Antarctica or something. I just--I don't even. I feel like I'm not nearly as eloquent as I used to be or something, because I just can't seem to make words do...well, anything, really. I feel like my mind wants to go running, but it has all the energy of a person recovering from the flu.

I'm honestly not sure if it's the fact that I'm trying to write fanfiction for a universe that's entirely new to me, and there are already so many talented authors out there who actually know what the fuck they're doing, and it's intimidating. It's like, well, here's this person writing this 400 chapter epic and building entire civilizations with their words, and what am I doing over here without any talent or grasp of anything other than the scant bit of knowledge I have RIGHT HERE in front of me? It puts me in the mind of two years ago, when I discovered Star Trek, and I wanted so badly to go crazy writing fanfic. But then I started reading all the other intricate fics out there, and my enthusiasm turned to an overwhelming desire to just go sit in the corner and watch and not even set myself up for failure by putting myself out there.

(Granted, if someone were to ask me to write Star Trek fic now, I'd be fairly comfortable with it. But only after two *years* and much more information having been absorbed.)

God, I wish I actually had talent. WTF even am I doing?

Okay, okay. Sob, sob. Cry, cry. I need to just get off my ass and fix this whole mental block and tell my brain to quit being a damn coward. ANYWAY, MY CREYS AND HOW IT RAINS ON MY FACE EVERYTIME I TRY TO WRITE. MOVING ON.

But enough about me. How are all of you? Is anyone still out there in LJ-land? If anyone out there in space can hear me, acknowledge this transmission.

XOXO,
--Me

"Incompetent Aesir," Laufey snarled, stalking across the floor and coming to stand before the ice-dais where Loki was half-curled up, trembling. "The fools realize not what they have done."

"They tried," Loki said meekly. "For what it's worth." A fresh shudder worked its way through Loki's body, a simultaneous flush of heat and rush of chill at the same time.

"They are ignorant of your needs, child." Laufey brought one hand to Loki's cheek, gently caressing. Loki shivered slightly and pressed into the cool palm.

"It matters little," replied Loki wearily. "You are not." He looked up at the Jotunn king with something like glassy hope in his eyes. "You are the only one who possesses the power to end this affliction."

Laufey nodded.

"Yes, prince. I am."

* * *

Hmmm. >>;

ETA: I just realized how incriminating and/or questionable this entry looks when you read the previous entry about Frost Giant Pon Farr. OH GOD, LMAO.