We're a happy family.

[hackthis_archive]

So... ::rubs hands together::

a. Theodore is back from holiday, and we've, uh, had some talks. There won't be two more sections of Thousandth Man, there will only be one.

b. Comm reccs of the day: oceanfic for your Ocean's 11 fic needs (there's some really great stuff here), aurgasm* for music and pimpicons** for well, icons WTF, can't you read?

c. nifra_idril proclaimed today Tell Someone You Heart Them Day and I was all, 'well, sheeet, are you lot feeling under-appreciated or summat?' Cos you know I think you're all fabulous, really. If you're feeling needy, drop me a comment and I will either profess my adoration or write you a wee drabbley thing. I think. Wait, this is how I wound up writing 45 drabbles two years ago. Uh, no. Okay, first twelve people get love or a drabble.

Good Omens 1, 2; Smallville 1; Greek Mythology 1; This Life 1; Lost 1; Harry Potter 1 (H/D); due South 1

d. So, why didn't anybody tell me about 24 before? Damn, talk about cracktastic. What's the Jack/Ronnie story?

e. Cookies for all the people who know what brilliant show tarar based my default icon on. I was going to write some HP porn, but now I don't know. Somebody needs to get laid. Jesus, I just thought about Crowley trying to explain to Aziraphale why lust is considered a sin and then Aziraphale was all 'you don't hear people screaming Satan when they orgasm, do you?'*** It was v funny in my head at any rate.


*ding ding, tarar, applyingmyself and qe2

**gacked from the lovely silverakira

***Not that Aziraphale had much experience with what humans shouted when they climaxed, but he'd been around for a long time and he'd read a few tawdry romance novels in his day. None of them by Barbara Cartland though.

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[velutlunas.livejournal.com]

and damnit, somehow I managed to get all ahead of myself and not offer you a heart for even just saying you'd do something like this. Cause yea. I'm looking forward to the finale of the thousandthman but at the same time I don't think my interest will be waning anytime soon. Thanks so much you.

Lost. Hurley.

[hackthis.livejournal.com]

You are very sweet. And for you, Lost...

It started when Hurley was little, the blood thing. It wasn't anything traumatic like a bloody nose or a cut finger, no, it was something much worse -- a show on National Geographic about lions. And the thing is, was, is, he's not sure, anyway, he liked lions when he was younger. The King of Jungle with all that hair, just like him, and lions made huge sounds, rowr and all that. And Hurley used to run around the house shouting 'rowr!' and being a cat and then there was this show on National Geographic and his dad let him watch it, even though his mom said no, cause it would give him nightmares. Hurley was so excited about the show and he sat on the sofa with his dad, watching this show about lions and he saw the baby lions and the mom lion and the daddy lion, and then he saw the mom lion kill a zebra.

And there was a lot of blood.

And he hasn't been right since.

Re: Lost. Hurley.

[velutlunas.livejournal.com]

heee! Oh! Adoration for the mental image of little fro headed hurley running around roaring. Priceless. *grins herself back into her own little world*