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I started a new job yesterday!

( It’s on promotion (w00t!!) )

In other news, my submission for Supernatural’s Big Bang is taking up every minute of my spare time lately, but will be ready to submit on Friday.

And I’m sitting here wondering why my upstairs neighbours, who I usually can’t hear at all, always seem to do their hoovering at midnight. *eyes ceiling*

Now I’m off to bed!

*pines for Brian*

So I created a couple of comms :)

delanach, a comm for my own fic which will be a mirror of my LJ fic journal of the same name. I'm busy trying to import it right now.

And spn_j2_fic, an open comm for any kind of fic related to Supernatural or the J2 boys. Looking forward to seeing it grow!!

This was something I threw together one afternoon with whatever I could find in the storecupboard, so you could take it as more of a guideline than a recipe and add in whatever you have to hand.

( Sun-dried Tomato Pasta Bake )

Cross-posted to witches_kitchen

Title: Steel
Fandom: The Mummy
Pairing: Rick/Ardeth
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing with them for a while :)
Notes: A little silliness born of an entertaining convo, exactly a double drabble, for seleneheart Um, I sorta nicked your Ardeth icon to post it :)

The tent was dark, empty. Rick laid down his rifle with a sigh, not bothering to light one of the ornate lamps sitting on the small carved table, rather relying on the sliver of moonlight that had followed him through the tent flap.

He eased his braces off, rolling his shoulders back to ease out the day’s tension, moving his neck round in a circle before pulling off his shirt over his head. As it dropped from his fingers to the floor he felt the heavy steel of a curved scimitar blade pressed to his throat.

His eyes closed as he stood stock still, not even daring to swallow and cursing himself inwardly for letting down his guard. But as his assailant silently moved closer, Rick’s lips curved into a smile as he caught a familiar heady spiced scent.

The blade never moved as a warm well muscled body pressed against his back, and a voice husky, heavily accented purred in his ear.

“You are late.”

As the blade slipped from his skin, Rick turned slowly to look straight into dark eyes that glinted with amusement and he arched an eyebrow as he replied.

“And you should wear a bell.”

Edit: It now has a title, as, well, there's gonna be more ...

A couple of glasses of organic Californian chardonnay, spinach and ricotta pizza followed by Ben and Jerry's Karamel Sutra with two shots of Jack (O'Neill that is, not Daniels!)

The stress of the past few weeks is falling away just nicely!

*happy sigh*

Oooookay, the Jehovah's Witness's just got here. Here, as in they've parked their car on the blind corner opposite our house, and gone walkabout. The lads from the farm have already nearly backended it in their mini-tractor thing.

I did originally think it was someone else who had stopped to let their child take a leak, or even themselves, as even though we live in the middle of nowhere, and there are so many places before or after you get here where that sort of thing can be done without grossing anyone else out, the amount of people who stop right outside our dining room window to do this is staggering!

And if you have the family to stay, and have just served a dessert of toffeed apples with wafer-thin hazelnut biscuits on a pool of cassis with a jug of whipped cream, it can ruin the "oh my, isn't she a wonderful cook" moment when some tourist git in a hire car pulls up over the way, leaps out and pisses all over a tree!!!

The bin men do it too, although the last one ended up with wet boots as I gave him a cheery "Nice morning, isn't it!" on my timely way to the wood pile!

Ah, and the JW's have just returned to their car, and are driving away. Probably encountered Ron on their travels! Nice enough people, met them before (never let them in though, might be weirded out by the crystal ball on the table!), and they know we're not interested, so good of them not to try again.

So, after that little interlude, scurrying back to the huge pile of paper on the floor before the cats can nest!

Gacked from the lovely muck_a_luck

What do the LOTR men think of you? by ladyearwentari
Name (LJ or Real)
Viggo said your	bonkers
Orlando says the sex was	pleasureful
Elijah imagined	naked
Sean B could not	find security when you gagged and tied him up
Karl freaked out when	discovered you had an orgy with the LOTR men and women
Dom thinks you look	he couldn't find words to describe how beautiful you looked
Billy noticed	you have big boobs
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!

A parcel just arrived in the chilly Highlands of Scotland, all the way from the United States of America!

A parcel containing Boromir and Aragorn!!!!

An early birthday pressie from the amazingly wonderful muck_a_luck!!!!

I love you CK!!!!

Smoochies and hugs and boatloads of glitter thown over you!!

OMG!! Mere words cannot describe the joy I am feeling right now!! I don't think I'm going to stop squeeing or laughing all afternoon!!

And Boromir looks so like SB, it's uncanny (Aragorn, less like VM)!! And he comes with "Horn blowing Action"! The instructions for which are as follows:

Place horn in Boromir's left hand.
Position his his left arm and press and hold button for Horn Blowing Action!
Boromir's head will turn to face the rising horn!

Also, Aragorn comes with "Sword Slashing Action" These gifts work so well on so many levels. To achieve his, you simply squeeze his legs together!

There has to be a fic in there somewhere!!

Have now changed Aragorn's sword for his dagger, since he was in danger of taking out the eye of the next unsuspecting cat to jump on my desk!! Now have Boromir to the right of my monitor, with his shield resting against a speaker, and Aragorn to the left! I need never fear another Orc attack!!!

CK - you do realise that after he sees them, I'm going to be cleaning bits of combusted SM off the walls for weeks, don't you???

Now have incentive to tidy workspace so the boys can settle in!!