1) Thanks so much for the messages and emails of sympathy for my grandfather's passing, I hope you guys know how much that meant to me. I can't believe it's only been a month; I've been so busy at stages and so much has happened and I've seen so many people, it feels as if it should have been much longer. I wanted to talk a bit about it, but every time I start I get stuck. How do srs words? Long story short, I have ~feelings but I'm repressing through internet and tv shows. Just like a real adult!

2) Got all four wisdom teeth out a week-and-a-half ago. Firstly, a big FUCK YOU to everybody I've ever met in my life who's told me the numbing needles don't hurt at all. I mean, it wasn't omg agony, but that was the least of my worries when the dentist was like, "okay, let's just have a look in here" and then I felt a pinch and I was like, oh, needle, okay, phew, that's done now. No. No, you know what the biggest conspiracy is? It's not just one or two pricks like I thought. It's about five. PER SIDE. So imagine my surprise when I felt the second prick. And then the third in my cheek where I felt definite squirtage. AND THEN THAT FUCKING FOURTH ONE THAT GOES CLOSE TO THE ROOF OF YOU MOUTH. Even the dentist apologised with a droll, "yeah, that one's the uncomfortable one". OH. OH IS IT? THANK YOU FOR POINTING THAT OUT, I'M EVER SO GRATEFUL.

Anyway, I survived and the next three days were a haze of painkillers, jelly and so much sleep I can't even comprehend. Feeling much more normal now after almost two weeks, though it feels like I won't ever chew properly again.

3) Teen Wolf. Sigh. The last time I posted about it, it was with giddy embarrassment. Now it's with resigned acceptance. Teen Wolf is a thing I am greatly enjoying, I'm not even ashamed anymore. And I'm ready to take my lurking to the next step if someone might point me in the direction of any LJ comms or tumblrs I should follow? Because right now I just track the TW tag and the pretty pictures only just barely balance out the dramaz and rp auditions.

Admittedly, I'm not really feeling Stiles/Derek. I KNOW, BLASPHEMY, HOW COULD I ETC ETC. It's just, I got into the show because the gifs on tumblr were enticing and I was very much thinking this would be a ship relevant to my interests. So I watched the show thinking I was going to be bombarded with ~tension and they have, like, five scenes together? I mean, I GET IT, I get the appeal, but I think I was expecting another Merlin and Arthur deal, with the constant eyesex and whatnots, and was let down by them not being all over my screen at all times. If you've got any good fic recs, I am willing to be converted though?

Like this one, which was so super adorable. Stiles' voice in this is spot on.

And while I'm reccing, this Jackson gangbang fic is delicious.

Bit of a Jackson fangirl tbh. It's his face.


I am powerless against those eyebrows.

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5) M/A fans - you're all reading [livejournal.com profile] adelagia's WIP, Shadowplay, right? It's my happy place in Merlin fandom at the moment, it's so cute and witty <3

6) How's things with you? COME TALK TO ME, I'm high on comicon pics right now.

Look at that faaaaaace.

We've had relatives and their two dogs staying with us for the past two weeks, It's been noisy and busy and fucking brilliant.

more dog pics )
I hope all of you Christmas-y people had a lovely Christmas, I certainly did! This is probably the most relaxed Christmas I've ever had actually, everyone was really chill. I suppose because it doesn't actually feel like Christmastime - this last week we've had nothing but rain and a comfortable temperature, whereas the holiday season here in Australia usually spells three things - humidity, humidity, humidity. Actually, for the first time in forever, we had a proper, hot roast lunch. No one in my family wants to eat hot food in the middle of a hot day, so we generally have cold ham, pork and chicken, but this year we went traditional. It would have been exciting if I had any interest in roasted food, but, except for the potatoes (simmer down, Angela, I know you were worried there for a second), I don't particularly enjoy the old roast dinner. One of my uncles and I split dessert duties, so he made lemon meringue pie and I made a peach trifle and both were divine, so that bit, I enjoyed.

Anyhoo, I ended the day watching Scott Pilgrim, so all was well.

Today I braved the Boxing Day sales and shopped until my feet felt like they were about to drop off and I couldn't stand the fucking crowds any more. Man, why do people insist on being everywhere? GOSH.

All in all, it was a seven happy penises kind of Christmas. I HOPE YOU ALL HAD A TEN.
I officially want this day removed from the timeline, who do I see about that? Distraction time (much like hammer time, just with less hammer pants)!

2008 flashback, here, have two bands that, combined, have only just under two thousand listeners according to Last.fm.

Powderhorn Park - Faux Jean [mp4] I've been listening to this one on repeat for the last 12 hours, just so you're aware of its awesomeness.

Cannot Sleep - The Record's

And a lulzy gif!

And a lulzy link - Six Reasons To Ride A Polar Bear To Work. Interesting follow-up reading: Seven Reasons To Keep Your Tyrannosaur Off Crack Cocaine and How To Ride A Pony.

And now I'm possibly on hiatus. Or not, idk?

EDIT: Turns out not.
Mum: *Opens my door* There's a tsunami warning this morning.
Me: *Leaps out of bed, flailing* Vysiudnea?! (What?)
Mum: There was an earthquake in Chile. It's not supposed to be a wave-making one though, it's just gonna make the tides go a bit wonky.
Me: *Blink* GTFO *Throws pillow and goes back to sleep*

How about last December, when she informs me of my cousin's accident.

Mum: *Opens the door quietly and speaks gently* There's been a change of plans for Christmas because Rachel's been run over by a boat.
Me: What, but...oh my god...how...
Mum: They reckon the blades on the motor went right into her head. So they won't be coming up.
Me: Shit, I can't believe this, she was only a year younger than me.
Mum: They let her talk on the phone to Nan though, when Rod called from the hospital.
Me: ...So she's not dead?

Or on 9/11.

Mum: *Flings open my door* Someone's bombing America!
Me: *Falls out of bed and immediately starts plans to built a bomb shelter*
Mum: *Turning on TV* Ohhh, no they aren't, someone's hijacked a few planes, how awful!
Me: Indeed, but significantly less concerning to my personal health than nuclear winter.



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