Okay, so I am really restraining myself and trying to be good and not making my only LJ/IJ/DW posts about OMG NOT THE BLOODY SOAP AGAIN AND GAH THERE SHE GOES AGAIN WITH THE VIDSPAM, but sorry, I am incapable of not spreading the joy of this.

[profile] shellykitty, WHO IS SEVENTEEN MILLION KINDS OF INCREDIBLY AWESOME AND TALENTED, JUST MADE THIS SEKRIT SEKRIT PROJECT AND OMG IT IS THE BEST THING EVER AND I AM GOING TO USE IT AS MY DEFAULT ANSWER WHENEVER SOMEONE ASKS "SO WHAT'S THIS GERMAN SOAP THING?" SO I CAN SAY "WELL, DEAR FRIEND, IT IS MADE UP OF THE FOLLOWING CRACKY THINGS! ENJOY OR SHAKE YOUR HEAD AT ME, BUT I DARE YOU NOT TO GIGGLE OR AWWWWW AT LEAST ONCE. YES."

BEHOLD THE CRACKY JOY:



BRB, WATCHING THIS UNTIL THE END OF DAYS.
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( Sep. 1st, 2009 06:35 am)
Gaaaaah. I really wish idiots on YouTube stopped posting stuff before it has even aired or while it's still airing. Oh yeah, that's really gonna please the network! Go ahead and hurt their ratings actively just because you NEED TO BE THE FIRST TO HAVE IT UP ON YT OMG. Do these people not have two brain cells to rub together? It's called NOT BITING THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU, YOU UTTER DIMWITS.

Sheesh.
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( Aug. 29th, 2009 01:05 pm)
HALLO WEEKEND, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER COME.

OMG.
Oh boys. How are you so awesome? And what in the hell do you expect me to bitch about when everything just sounds FANTASTIC??

Also, Igor's dog = <333333333333333333333333333333333

In a totally non-cynical, non-"I-wonder-if-they'll-fuck-this-up", non-cautious, non-anything-but-utter-blissful-squeeeeeeeee way. I just look at it and grin stupidly. ALL THE TIME.

YAYZ.

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*pokes in head, does perfunctory cleaning, feeds the starved dustbunnies*

I biked to town today! I thought it might just about kill me, but actually it was really fun, and I did not even crumble before the Hill of Hell (living in a town that's all built on hills is very pretty until you have to manouevre them on a bike). We'll see if my thighs will turn to knotted wood overnight, but I was pleasantly surprised.

This winter has been insanely mild. Like... it's laughable to even call it winter. We don't get snow, but last year it was pretty cold and we had that killer storm that sent like 500 trees flying through the air and smashing into things. This year has mostly been sunny and slightly cool, lol. It's hardly ever rained. It hasn't stormed. The temperature's rarely even dropped to zero. And now it's not even mid-August but it's been so warm and spring-like that I was hot in my long-sleeved shirt (no jacket) today. Crazyskates! Not that I'm complaining. Grandma asks if we don't miss the snow everytime we talk, and I can still respond with an emphatic "NO!", lol.

Otherwise, not much new is going on. I'm still busy bending the time/space continuum, getting by on 10 hours of sleep a week, and being a busy little bee on EKP and the awesomesauce that is AWZ lately. The lovely [personal profile] alsha and I are watching One Tree Hill, which I am notable unimpressed with so far, and she's recently got me hooked on Sugar Rush, which is just all sorts of adorable and hilarious, with just the right amount of snark. Plus, lots of lovely girlslash! What's not to love?

Being so wrapped up in my cracky German soap and watching lots of British shows lately has really kind of put me off mainstream American shows, I think, lol. We started watching One Tree Hill because we both quite like cheesy teenage shows to veg with (witness my terrible cheerful love for Dawson's Creek) but ugh... everything so far has been so ham-fisted and anvil-dropping and eyerollingly moralising and glossy and wooden. Pls to be giving me some characters that are actual people instead of walking stereotypes. And some good writing would help, too.

Anyway, life's pretty good. Could do with less job and more money, a clone or seven, and more hours in my day, as usual, but in general, can't complain.


Bunch of fandom stuff behind cut to spare the non-obsessed )


And now... I have ice cream, gummis and, uhm, work. Rats. Why must one work, why, why? I wish to spend all my time doing shiny things! *pouty*

As ever, I do read the f-list even if I don't post much lately. Love you all! Hope you're having great weekends! *smooches*
Ok, the lovely [personal profile] alsha and I are off to watch HBP and then I can finally read all those spoilers that've been driving me... ok, largely indifferent, lol. But I still want to read them!

Now. How to get into a HP frame of mind within half an hour? Somehow I must achieve this feat. Otherwise I'm just going to sit there loudly wondering why nobody's skating and why Voldemort isn't played by Henning Heup:


And making audible EYEFLASH WHOOSH WHOOSH noises. And then I'll be killed by other cinema goers and my tiny fandom will cry (or I tell myself that it will, anyway).

Seriously, the huge disservice these morons did themselves by pushing this movie back so far? GAH. Half a year ago I was psyched out of my head for this. Now I feel like I've been going out with this movie for ages and for some lame reason we decided to hold off on the sex long past the point where it made sense, so now we've just reached this point where we're going, "Okay, fine, that special moment will not come. Let's just do it and get it over with," and then it'll be awkward and weird and we'll end up breaking up a week later, feeling vaguely cheated of the last half year of our lives when we could've been having lots of awesome sex with other people movies, and I think that metaphor has been streched quite long enough now, as has this sentence, so OKAY, OFF TO THE CINEMA! CONVINCE ME OF YOUR AWESOME PROWESS THAT WAS TOTES WORTH WAITING FOR, HBP!
I AM SO BOUNCY IT'S ANNOYING THE CRAP OUT OF EVERYONE! WHEEEEEE!!!
Title: In This Home On Ice – Interlude 3: Roman
Author: [personal profile] aldiara
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Roman/OC
Word Count: 2300 words
Rating: PG
Summary: Roman had forgotten that dating can be fun.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own these characters; I just like to screw up their lives for them.
A/N: Thanks and inappropriate groping to the lovely [personal profile] lilithilien for beta'ing! I like to play the casting game, so if anyone cares about stuff like that, Magnus-of-the-stupid-name is based on Hans Matheson, whom I deeply, deeply lust.

You know it must be fanfic because they don't go to No.7 )
Title: In This Home On Ice – Chapter Six: Checking Time
Author: [personal profile] aldiara
Fandom/Characters: Alles Was Zählt, Deniz/Roman, bunch of other people
Word Count: 11,700 (srsly, LJ. Can we raise the character limit to 12,000 words? It’d make my life so much easier.)
Rating: PG? No idea. What’s the best rating for “no porn, sorry”?
Summary: Deniz appears to pay attention. Strange and alarming development? Roman thinks so.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own these characters. I just like to screw up their lives for them.
A/N: I feel the absurd urge to embed an audio file of the DRAMATIC EYEFLASH noise in this fic, lol. Soapy soap plot is soapy. I’ll, er, try to not take bleeding ages on the next chapter, ‘kay? Massive thanks and noserubs to my lovely beta [personal profile] lilithilien, both for the highly necessary kicks in the arse and for cleaning this up. Master list for previous instalments is here.

Part 1: Skating! Angsting! As per usual! WHOOSH WHOOSH! )

(Part 2 is here)
Dear Gwen Cooper,

WTF? When did you become who you were supposed to be? Why are you suddenly adorable and/or awesome? I HAVE BEEN FERVENTLY LOATHING YOU FOR TWO SEASONS. WHY AM I LIKING YOU? WTF IS GOING ON?

([personal profile] lilithilien, you were right. I do not comprehend.)

Baffled,

Me



Dear Deniz Öztürk,

Wednesday night when I haven't really slept in three nights and I have roughly 20,000 words to do for work by, like, yesterday? IS NOT THE BEST TIME TO BE PESTERING ME WITH YOUR PUPPY EYES AND YOUR WOOBIE AND YOUR IDIOCY AND YOUR LAUGHABLE SOAP PLOTS AND YOUR DRAMATIC EYEFLASHES. OKAY?

Fondly cranky,

Me

PS: Why are my dominant writing muses always bratty teenagers? Gah.


Dear AWZ,

If you fuck this up, I will hurt you. Don't think I won't. More importantly, don't think I can't.

Cynical yet stupid-and-hopeful,

Me


Dear f-list,

HAI! I LOVE YOU! OMG SO TIRED!

*snogs*
Dear YT commenters: He's not YOUR Bunny, okay? He has a name. In fact, he's not anyone's Bunny other than Ingo's. It's vexing me to a mind-boggling degree, the way that everyone keeps carrying on about "MY BUNNY MY BUNNY MY BUNNY". You want a bunny? Get yourself a fucking rabbit. Dudes.
Okay, I have a music crush. This happens rarely enough that it merits a post.

Initially, Christina Stürmer was just the chick who's doing the theme song for this cracky show I may be a little obsessed with. Then I randomly looked for more of her music, and it turns out I am actually madly in love with her. She even beats my other girlcrush of the year, Merlin's Katie McGrath, by a hair's breadth, by the simple virtue of being able to sing. I adore her slightly smoky voice and the way she seems to overdo it just a tiny bit too much at concerts, like she feels she has to give this somewhat larger than life impression of herself, when she's actually pretty damn perfect the way she is, so she ends up looking like a bit of a dork. I LOVE DORKS.

I am also in love with her piercings and her casual khaki wear and her slightly slouchy shoulders and her self-mockery when she does her Austrian accent. OMG Christina. Never change, okay?

How pathetic is it to get a new journal and START OUT with a hiatus?

Infinite amounts OF LAME.

I, uhm, am going to triple-post from now on. Seriously. When I make my... uh... numerous... journal posts. Yes.

In the meantime, let me share this shiny shiny gorgeous thing that [personal profile] sdk made and said I should use for In This Home On Ice. Which I will, when I bloody well get to writing it. But my slacking should be no reason to withhold the pretty.

LOOK LOOK WHAT INSANELY TALENTED FRIENDS I HAVE, OMG!

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