Dansa, fastän

dancealthough
look at our vice captain http://www.flickr.com/photos/27453474@N02/7173496278/in/photostream
i can't decide if he's creepy looking or really hot

inksmudged
both

dancealthough
he's a bit like gingerbatch in that aspect

inksmudged
nah
gingerbatch is hot
he's like the kind of guy who you would meet in a bar, offer to buy you a drink, have a little dance and let him take you out to the alley for a quick snog and…then you wake up in a bath of ice and minus a kidney

dancealthough
once again, jenn says it like it is

inksmudged
YUSS

dancealthough
i need to blog that
there's a reason i have a "shit jenn says" tag

inksmudged
*sporfles*

dancealthough
http://dancealthough.insanejournal.com/tag/shit+jenn+says

I'm truly bored with RP. The only reason I'm sticking around right now are the awesome people I've gotten to know in the last year.

Might change, might not. Maybe I just need to right game. I just have no idea what the hell that would be. Not too big, not too small. Something unique. What fandom? The jury is still out on that one. Or maybe I'm just done. IDK.

I'm such a downer lately. Methinks that my adjustment of meds isn't going so well. SORRY GUYS. I'LL GET THERE. HOPEFULLY.

I only have one game now. It feels weird, but also good, because I'm going through one hell of an RP slump. I just can't find the inspiration, and I'm not entirely sure if it's because I'm tired of the HP-verse or of RP in general.

Then again, I did try Hunger Games-verse and I was just too squeamish and it just made me sad. I can do death and destruction in my own, original writing (and in fact, I am), but when it comes collaborating I'm just way too much of a control freak. It's a wonder Nedra didn't smack me in the process of killing my character because I had all the demands and then some. Yeah. Control freak. That's me.

I need a nap. And I think I'll take one. Right about now.

Sometimes I really miss playing Angelina. (I almost never let her have a gun. By which I mean never. But damn, she looks good with it.)

MY MOOD TODAY:

IF THIS ISN'T BEING A GOOD FRIEND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.

I just looked up the scores for last night's NHL PLAYOFFS WHAT IS IT I HAVE NO IDEA game because weatherwax is obsessed by the win-win-win thing. I had to remember the names of the teams and everything.

And the right boys won! Hooray!

I also learned that there's special rules for fighting and that there is indeed a naughty corner in hockey. I'm pathetically interested in comparing the rules of hockey and football (football is always soccer when I talk). Football is all prissy ballerinas and handbags at dawn. (I say that with love.) In hockey you can hit each other if you take your gloves off first.

Or something.

I don't know.

DON'T CORRECT ME, I'M 98% SURE I'M WRONG.

And now I shall go watch the Arsenal beat Chelsea or maybe they won't just because I said that and I'M SORRY FOR JINXING YOU BOYS, I TAKE IT ALL BACK.

I might need a drink for all these nerve wracking games of awful. Or awesome. Whichever.

I know I'm no corsair and that this is no Camera!Cavill, but look at this shiny default icon! It's Annika Norlin of Säkert!, and I named my journal after one of her songs. Hooray.

It's not my fault she does all the fun memes. Really.

Ask me to take a picture of any aspect of my life that you're interested in/curious about. It can be anything from the house I live in to my favorite shoes. Leave your choice here as a comment, and I will reciprocate by taking the pictures and posting them as journal entry.

dancealthough: gu5 no2 nith5 qne wudh
weatherwax: come again?
dancealthough: …
dancealthough: i didn't even NOTICE that my fingers were on the wrong keys
weatherwax: BED NOW

I think the best part about this is that I seriously didn't realise I had mistyped until I was asked to repeat myself. I'm pretty sure it was an attempt to say goodnight BUT WHO KNOWS.

There has never been a more appropriate use of an icon.

I have far too many characters to do it for all of them, but these three are my favourites. And yeah, Amelia doesn't do flirty or sexual (it's all about the pouncing), nor sad or shy (it's straight to anger), and bored? No. She makes things happen instead. Fabian on the other hand, wouldn't recognise flirty or sexual if it slapped him on the arse wearing nothing but rubber gloves, and Mulciber is mostly a long line of confusion, but I did my best.

( Stealing this from Kelsey )

By the power invested in me by classphoto or IDK just because we talked about it in chat last night, here's a voice meme.

Ask me things! I will make a video. Or a voice post. Or something. DON'T DISAPPOINT. I WILL BE SAD.

THE FIRST ONE. Minus the "why are you awesome" question because my pasta was done cooking! Will get it in the next video. And yes, that's my pasta water boiling in the background the entire time. I didn't realise the camera would pick it up!

THE SECOND ONE. I don't like it. Maybe you do.

THE THIRD and FOURTH one. They're all out of sync. Sadface. Youtube, why do you hate me so?

PHI, WHERE'S YOUR QUESTIONS?

Because a) I'm a sheep, and b) I'm judging myself so hard right now.


The first song is the overall theme for the apocalypse:
Smile - Janelle Monae. SMILE THROUGH YOUR PAIN AND SORROW.

The second song is the one the plays during your first zombie kill:
Capturing Moods - Rilo Kiley. THERE'S LOVE FOR YOU WHERE THE POPULATION GROWS.

The third song plays while your getting chased by a Horde:
Let's Call The Whole Thing Off - Ella Fitzgerald/Louis Armstrong. OUR ROMANCE IS GROWING FLAT.

The fourth song plays when you're forced to kill your loved one:
Sunlight in a jar - The Lucksmiths. TRYING TO SUM YOU UP IN A SONG IS LIKE CATCHING SUNLIGHT IN A JAR.

The fifth song plays when you find your new love interest:
Don't Deconstruct - Rilo Kiley. JUDGING FROM PICTURE BOOKS HEAVEN IS A PARTLY CLOUDLY PLACE.

The sixth song plays when you make your final stand:
On the Radio - Regina Spektor. EVERYONE MUST BREATHE UNTIL THEY'RE LIVING BREATH.

The seventh song plays when you (think you) make it through it all:
Stone Cold Dead in the Market - Ella Fitzgerald. IF I KILL HIM HE HAD IT COMING.

The eighth song plays when you discover a bite mark on you:
Come On Sister - Belle and Sebastian. IF YOU TOUCH ME YOU COULD NEVER GO BACK.

corsair: oh i have sims free play on my phone, actually
corsair: IT FUCKING DRIVES ME NUTS
corsair: I'M LIKE
corsair: FUCK THIS, I AM TIRED OF MAKING YOU BASTARDS HAPPY
corsair: FUCK OFF
slyllicent: YEAH CILLA
slyllicent: that's why I stopped playing sims
capture_the_art: they're great for creative ways to kill and/or toture someone if you had infinite power xD
capture_the_art: oh wait you made your sims happy
capture_the_art: lol whut.
capture_the_art: CAN I JUST SAY
capture_the_art: I AM PISSED AT SIMS 3
discovers: i like capitalism in the sims
discovers: like, going from rags to riches
discovers: then i get bored once they're rich
capture_the_art: B/C THE STUPID SIMS FIGURED OUT HOW TO GET OUT OF THE POOL
slyllicent: I like making lots of pretty babies
capture_the_art: I use to love building a pool, getting my sims in it
capture_the_art: and then taking out the step ladder
discovers: slkdjfasd
capture_the_art: and watched them swim forever until they drowned
capture_the_art: BECAUSE THEY COULD NOT GET OUT
slyllicent: I liked the setting a room with no door on fire thing
capture_the_art: then, SOMEHOW, in Sims 3 all the sims know how to get out of the damn pool w/o a step ladder
corsair: omg meri
corsair: you are a psychopath.
capture_the_art: a;lksdjf ALISTAIR LOVES ME
capture_the_art: psychopath or not
slyllicent: OF COURSE HE DOES
slyllicent: *backs away slowly*
corsair: careful legs, she might put you in a pool, take out the step ladder and wait for you to drown
slyllicent: that's okay, I'm advanced and I've gained the ability to SOMEHOW get out of a pool without a step ladder
slyllicent: I'M LEGS 3
capture_the_art: a;lskdjf A BOAT THEN
capture_the_art: those are hard mothers to get on if you don't have a step ladder
capture_the_art: or caring friends
capture_the_art: willing to help you up
corsair: wow, meri really wants to drown legs
capture_the_art: I want to drown everything right now
capture_the_art: especially these damn annoying dwarves

Once upon a time I was a one-game-three-characters-max-no-boys sort of player. I MISS HER. My current roster is pretty much killing me, but I can't decide which one to ditch. If any.

Just look at this:

classphoto
Amelia Bones, who will never end up Head of the Department of ... what is it. I'm sick. Don't judge me.
Fabian Prewett, who needs his own girl army to stand up for him.
Cassel Mulciber, who talks about his bits a lot.

wetheblue
Nymphadora Tonks, who I still don't know what to do with.
[Second character in the works]

sensationalists
Roxanne Johnson-Weasley, who is cranky about her ruined Quidditch career and also PB:ed by Jasika Nicole (fuck yes).

I'm also apping at mythopoetics and have two characters ready to go at a PSL elsewhere. With the amazing weatherwax.

MY LIFE. MY CHOICES. WHAT ARE THEY.

PS. I have a cold, on Thursday I have to attend a course in EMBROIDERY for work and a few days ago someone passed by the shop I work at and loved a pillow I had sewed for the shop window so much that she came in and bought it. Just like that. THE PRIDE, YOU GUYS. IT'S ELECTRIFYING.

I will stop talking now. And yes, do come play at any of the places above. It'll be grand.

player love meme
Reply to this and I will tell you what I love about you. Then repost this and do the same for me.

Today I have overdosed in GIFs, finished the fucking project of doom, explained to a room of 90-year old ladies why I don't have a boyfriend without resorting to the "I'm queer" explanation (coming out to my grandmother's besties at her birthday party isn't my idea of fun), and convinced my brother to taste a soup with no meat in it. It hurt his soul to admit it wasn't awful, I'm sure of it.

I have a couple of PSLs in the work. The excitement about all of them is about THIS HIGH OMG. But now, sleep. Tomorrow is another day of helping old ladies pick out curtains for spring. I swear, the average age of people I talk to on a daily basis is probably 70+. I also need to be 'the computer expert' and help my co-worker to print a form. My grandmother informed me of this too, having been in the shop today.

I WIN AT LIFE. OR WORK. OR BEING ABLE TO TURN ON A COMPUTER AND HIT PRINT.

Now watch me play the life of an insomniac after proclaiming so confidently that I win.

I just googled "romance novels euphemisms for penis". FOR SCIENCE. Or RP. Whichever sounds better.

Some of the gold I found:
"the hot wet tumult of his love"
"his tumescent tube of fire"
"the raging monster of his lust"
"the dragon of his desire"
"the bald avenger"
"his softly swaying promise of future delight"

I SWEAR I DO OTHER THINGS THAN THINKING ABOUT NAKED MEN AND THEIR BITS. I REALLY REALLY DO.

Two things said in the last half hour:

god... that awkward moment when someone posts a picture of a cute boy on tumblr, you google him and find out he's a porn star

and:

the question is why pornstars doesn't become gynaecologists more often

We do nothing but discuss the Important Things.

Happy Valentine's, etc. I'm not a big fan, but how could I resist this pic?

Thanks to rpmemes, or rather Jessica who directed me to it I present to you:

Give me a character (past, present, pending, etc etc) and I will give you 3-5 tweets they'd write (in general or to a specific person/event). 140 characters, with hashtags, usernames, and the whole shebang.

And yes, do include if you want them to tweet to one of yours specifically!