Thistle Inna Bun

Okay, here's the deal. I'm pretty sure this journal and its name are relics. I'm not going to delete it, because I do have stuff on here I want to keep, but I won't be updating here anymore. Most of the people who friended me here were doing so because of Glamour Lust, and that is a chapter long closed in my life. But I find myself still pandering to those who friended me because of it.

So if you want to follow me, here's a few things you need to know:

1) No more manporn. There wasn't really any to begin with, was there? But I still have this nagging feeling it's what people are sitting there waiting for. It's not going to happen. From this point on, I refuse to write what I think people are expecting me to write. That way lies madness and me tearing out my hair because I don't want to write it. I'll write what I feel comfortable writing, where my confidence lays.

2) No more GL i.e., Bonnieverse. Truthfully? I'm kind of embarrassed about it. It's like the Mary Sue Capitol of my existence. Every bit of fangirling I've ever done is in there. Nothing is my own. And I know this is true of most writing, that almost everything was inspired by something else, but in the case of that universe? The only really original character is Aerael. Everyone else is an anime, a cartoon, or some book that I read. I don't feel like I truly own any of it. I'll probably keep Aerael, and possibly Ted, but they'll be transplanted to new worlds once I create them. Once *I* create them.

3) Did I mention no more manporn?

4) I'll probably go back to my real loves: dark fantasy and horror. Oh, and the comedy of course. No more urban fantasy. My feelings about the fey have changed. Nowadays I like them as they were meant five hundred years ago--as scary and completely inhuman beings. Another reason Bonnieverse is dead. The fey in that are just humans with pointy ears. =/ If I do any more fairies, they'll be half-breed at best, and their beginnings won't be cute and fluffy.

Other than that, I don't know where I'm going. I'm kinda trying to find *me* here, not keep pandering to a brief popularity that doesn't exist anymore. But if you like my *style* of writing, like my humor and the way I do dialogue, or the way I completely muddle up exposition, then you can follow me away from here. See you guys elsewhere.

Thank you!
clockwork_fool

Well, here's some more Micki and Cole--though not really. Mostly it's Micki introducing their neighbors across the hall: Ian and Gabe. Some of you might recall a vampire and werewolf-under-a-curse (werefruitbat!) that I had by the same names. Yes, I revamped them--no pun intended in the case of Ian. =D

This is kinda pointless. It's more to set up the history between Micki and Ian.

Have fun! ^_^

( Never deny a woman her chocolate... )

Stole this from white_death:

Go to Music Outfitters. Instead of your birth year, put the year you graduated high school into the search engine. Copy and paste the top 100 of that year into your journal.

Bold the songs you like.
Underline your favourite.
Strike through the songs you loathe.


( I don't even KNOW most of these...and the ones I do know SUCKED )

I, um...wrote something.

I DID.

And I FINISHED it, so if the seas turn to blood and there's like a plague of frogs and you see four guys running around on horseback in the streets...sorry about that. >_>

I created a girl/girl pairing. Micki and Cole. It started with just a funny situation, which I started writing on, and then these two just *grew* on me. Like...a lot. I was a bit worried about this being over-silly, but then I got the Zan Seal o'Approval and felt a lot better. ^__^ Plus, you know, tsuki_no_bara didn't turn up her nose either. She made me edit though. *pout* Stupid editing.

I don't know if you'll ever have to worry about sex from these two, and if you do, I doubt I'll post it here. I'll probably go over to Literotica and post it there, but I'll let you know if I do.

But before I post, I have just one thing to say: quentinp, SHUT UP, I don't want to hear it, and I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. >_< So there.

( Springer Lesbians Ahoy! )

"Now, dating in Het World--"

"Wait, Het World? HET World? Oh yeah, Het World. Yeah, I used to love going there as a kid. But you know, I hear Bi World has twice as many rides."

XD

You know, I've never been a fan of Ellen DeGeneres, but that was funny. *snicker*

Also, I want an air conditioner demon :-(

I know nothing of British peerage. What's the lowest-ranking title? Is it baron? I think it's baron. >_> I really have no idea. And the bad thing is, it's not even that important. I'm just being anal for the purpose of making a quip in some dialogue. If tweezle was around right now, she'd be yelling "FRENCH PRESS!!!" at me. ;_;

Thank you, tzarohell, for showing me this:

Scariest Gay Romance Novel Covers EVER

Well, the first few. Then it just gets into seriously bad generic trashy romance novel covers. But the first few are GOLD!

So you're pregnant with a Dark One's seed...congratulations!

Frankly, I'd feel this way about a normal fetus, too... >_>

You know you've been playing The Sims too much when you keep hitting the "3" key to try and speed up your life. -_-;;

Well...damn.

So the earpiece on my glasses has been about to fall off for a few weeks now. A little tiny metal piece had broken off, which was causing it to bend further and further down. So just now I was getting ready to go up to Lenscrafters and see if the location by my house will better honor their one-year warranty on their frames (the one by my job said they didn't carry that brand of frames anymore, so tough shit to me--well, more or less). I put on MAKE-UP. Base, powder and blush. The good shit, you know, because I was going to the mall and I didn't want to look like a blotchy mess to the trendy masses that frequent The Shops at Willow Bend. 9_9

So I go to put my glasses on and SNAP! The earpiece comes off altogether.

Hah! I think to myself. My case is stronger now as the frames have now actually BROKEN.

But I am blind without my glasses, so I went and found the pair I wore right before I got the shit that just broke. I can see fine out of them. >_>

Now, as far as I can tell, here's the skinny on the LensCrafters warrenty. They'll only replace up to 50% of the cost of the frames--IF they still have the frames in stock. At least that's what I was told by the other place. I hate going to the mall, and I really hate going on what might be a fool's errand, and I really really hate going when the purpose of my going--to obtain my eyesight once again--is blocked by a perfectly good and cute pair of glasses I already own and don't have to pay shit for.

However, my face is covered in goop and I feel I should take advantage of it. >_>

I wonder what's showing at the movies?

EDIT: There is precisely SHIT showing at the movies. Dammit. *goes to clean face*

Hey tweezle, did you see? Tiny died. =(

For those not in the know, Matthew McGrory played the character "Tiny" in Rob Zombie's House of 1000 Corpses and The Devil's Rejects.

Awww. =(

( ...the HELL????????? )

Randomly, Advent Children. WHY hadn't I looked at this before? WHY??

OMG, RENO!!!!

I really have NO life this weekend. Have another quiz.

( What's my humor type? Click here to find out. )

So...I've been having WAY too much fun with Sn@peyb0t.

( Way, WAY too much fun---also, HBP spoilers within!! As well as desperate thistle!fangirling )

( ....THAT can't be good )

In other news, high fantasy still has me by the short hairs. >_> Ow.

All right, Diana Wynne Jones. Leggo my soul, wouldja? I don't WANT to write high fantasy, dammit! I'm really, really, REALLY bad at it! I--dammit, go away! *shoos characters* SO NOT WRITING YOU!

.....Oh God, now the healer story is rearing its ugly head. YOU! OUT OF THE FIC POOL! You are not getting written without a major reconstruction, a'ight?

No one should be owned by their fic, dammit.

.....

Oh, who am I kidding? Totally owned. -_-;; Although it's kinda funny. They bug me and bug me and bug me, but the minute I sit in front of the computer or pick up a pen, they all run away giggling like children. I think it's their version of the ring-the-doorbell-and-run game. >_>;;

Today I plug two comics that I think aren't getting the attention they deserve. ~.^

normallife

gandd

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From mistful:

" Dear Harry Potter Fandom,

You know what you are? You're my no-good boyfriend. All my friends know I shouldn't be with you. Hell, most of the time *I* know I shouldn't be with you. Well, you know, the sex isn't all that good, you seldom remember my birthday, never remember our anniversary, and that time I told you to have fun in Amsterdam? It didn't mean 'feel free to sleep with all those whores.'

Still, I keep coming back. I suppose I'm just a fool for you."

God, I know exactly how she feels. -_-;; But at least I don't write fanfic =D

I need a new 2-qt pan. Mine is screwed. The handle is about to come off, and now everything's burning in it. I use my 2-qt more than any other saucepan, and I want a reeeeally good one instead of all these cheap Dollar General pieces of crap. =( Why is the good stuff so expensive? *SIGH*

Why no, I DON'T have anything better to do today than spam your flist. I'm a week away from payday and broke, and I'm afraid if I leave the apartment I'll use my credit card.

...even though I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally need a haircut. >_> My hair is awful.

I could go to the library, I guess--but I really hate to these days. Somewhere in the past few years, it suddenly became okay for people to be as loud as they like in a library. And by "people", I mean "spoiled rotten child brats". There's no shushing, or else you've got some irate bitch who buys into the whole "permissive parenting" shit a little TOO much swooping down on you, screeching not to speak to her child like that and don't TELL her how to raise her kids. Bitch, someone needs to. >_< And that's only if the parent is actually keeping a half-assed eye on their kid. Most of them are slack-jawed and drooling in front of an interent computer, completely oblivious to everything. Sometimes I wonder why I don't see just a line of people walking out the doors with a screaming kid under one arm. They could get away with it. 9_9 So anyway, libraries = not a great place to be anymore.

Maybe I'll just go to Starbucks for a nice iced chai and find a table to write at. I've got two brand-new notebooks waiting to be filled.

For those of you who have finished Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, you really MUST go read mistful's masterful review. My GOD, I *heart* this woman!