gyzym: (Lady in white)
jsfhdsf TODAY IS NOT GOING THE WAY IT WAS SUPPOSED TO, because djfhdjskf my family and dsfjhdsfhs oversleeping and sfhdjfdskf THIS REALLY BIZARRE DREAM WHERE I WAS DATING THE HOTTEST GIRL IN THE HISTORY OF TIME FOR LIKE, A YEAR, AND THEN I TURNED AROUND ONE DAY AND SHE WAS A GIANT MONSTER, LIKE SERIOUSLY, SO GIANT, SO MANY ANGRY TEETH, SHE CHASED ME AND TRIED TO EAT ME AND NOT IN A FUN WAY, I THINK MAYBE SOMEONE WAS TRYING TO RUN AN EXTRACTION ON ME. I have so many things to write and so many things to edit and I will be back for real to do all that in an hour or two, this is a driveby post to share a couple of things:

1. via [livejournal.com profile] iamspace:



MOSTLY FOR ALEX'S SMILEY FACE WITH THE GUITAR ABOUT HALFWAY THROUGH. ALSO SCOTTY'S "HEY I AM ON MY PHONE RAWR I AM SUCH AN ADORABLE GRUMPYFACED ASSHOLE" FACE. ALSO GRACE PARK. ALSO DDK. BUT MOSTLY ALEX'S SMILEY FACE OH MY GODDDD HOW IS HE REAL.

2. So last night instead of going to bed I shut down everything except that fucking Disney princess generator! Which, what the fucking shit, why did this program do this to me.

First I did Steve and Danny as princesses: )

Then, because John and Sherlock were on the brain, I did them too: )

And then I was going to do Arthur and Eames, but, in a moment of half-asleep four AM madness, said to myself, "JIZZY, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU WROTE THAT WHOLE FIC WHERE ARTHUR WAS DISNEY PRINCESSES."

So you guys don't get to see the princess version of Eames. You do get to see every princess Arthur was in A Whole New World, though. )

THIS HAS BEEN TODAY'S EPISODE OF "WHY THE HELL DO YOU READ THIS LIVEJOURNAL, OBVIOUSLY GYZYM IS OUT OF HER MIND." Tune in next week for, uh, more of same, although hopefully with increased sleep and decreased fucking princesses. I'm off to clean all of the things and then I will be back, writing Steve/Danny words until the cows come home. I HOPE EVERYONE IS HAVING AN AWESOME SATURDAY ♥!
gyzym: (Triple banana bitch)
HELLO, LIVEJOURNAL, HOW NICE TO SEE YOU UP AND RUNNING AGAIN. *Shakes fist* It had better keep it together for the rest of the afternoon, or we are going to have words.

Seriously, you guys, I am having a day, a day full of the stomach flu and also the stomach flu. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, STOMACH. We are in a cease-fire right this moment, and I am hoping it lasts long enough for me to make it to the deli and get some matzo ball soup.

It will not be as good as mine, of course, but beggars cannot be choosers.

ANYWAY, I AM HERE TO SAY A COUPLE OF QUICK THINGS ABOUT MONDAY'S HAWAII FIVE-0, complete with screencaps from [livejournal.com profile] midnight_road, whose brilliance I would not have discovered without [livejournal.com profile] thegrrrl2002's last post. THANK YOU GUYS; YOU SAVED THE INTERNET FROM MY TERRIBLE SCREENSHOTS WITH THE LITTLE CLICKY BAR STILL IN THEM BECAUSE I AM BAD AT EVERYTHING ♥

Really, this will just take a second of your time... )
gyzym: (I vote for porn)
Linked by [livejournal.com profile] hermette, who must have a direct line to the land of Beauty and Rainbows or something:



I HAVE NO WORDS, ONLY FLAILING AND HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG. I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE CAPACITY TO MAKE A DOWN UNDER JOKE IN RE: WHERE I'D LIKE THIS MAN TO BE, THAT IS HOW GONE I AM.

SERIOUSLY. SERIOUSLY.

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNG.

ETA: OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU GUYS, [livejournal.com profile] siriaeve, WHO IS A GOOD PERSON, HAS FOUND THE ENTIRE MOTHERFUCKING ARTICLE WHICH GOES WITH THIS PHOTO AND YOU GUYS

YOU GUYS

THIS CAST, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST )
gyzym: (White flower)
Heeeeey, everybody, happy "you just lost an hour of your goddamn life" day! My apologies for the mildly drunken post I seem to have made last night; it was an accident, I assure you.

So first of all, a general cry for assistance to anyone on my flist with medical knowledge and/or personal experience with this: er. Supposing...I needed to mildly concuss a 9 year old in a story I'm working on...does anyone know how that would work? I mean, ideally she ends up released from the hospital and at home and her parents have to do that wake-her-up-at-intervals thing I hear you're supposed to do for the concussed, because the plot kind of...hinges on that happening. But can that even happen for kids, or are they always kept overnight if it's seriously enough for that? And also what *level* of a concussion would it be, aren't there grades of severity, and what symptoms accompany what grades? I've been trying to research it, and the internet--which either knows me too well for comfort or is secretly my mother--keeps coming back with things like "THIS IS HOW YOU KNOW YOU ARE CONCUSSED" and "ARE YOU FEELING FATIGUED? YOU'RE FEELING FATIGUED, AREN'T YOU, YOU LOOK TIRED. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY SEE A DOCTOR."

Which, you know, would be helpful if I'd suffered a head injury recently, but seeing as I haven't (knock on wood), I NEED YOU GUYS.


ETA: WOW, okay, you guys are fucking awesome. I've pretty much got a handle on this now--thanks especially to [livejournal.com profile] gollumgollum, who is both a nurse and a genius :D THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH, OH MY GOD, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT YOU.

SECONDLY, IT'S TIME FOR A PICSPAM FOR PRETTY MUCH NO REASON AT ALL.

Things I have confirmed for myself in putting this together: NEEDS MORE SHIRTLESS CHIN )

In conclusion, I've decided to start a new religion based around Scotty Caan wearing flannel. I'm going to call it "Hfksdfhsdkf Hnnnnnnng Scotty Caan Oh My Fucking God."



WHO'S WITH ME?
gyzym: (I vote for porn)
Dear H50 people on my flist:

I'm in the mood to write some H50 fic, but I'm not sure what, or how much, or how long, because sometimes I have days like this where the words are not readily apparent. SO: comment, yo. Gimme prompts, yo. IDEAS, YO, I WANTS THEM.

Basic rules: I make no promises about actually writing what you've prompted, because inspiration is something I am really atrocious at forcing when it isn't already there. This is a "I'm gonna do what strikes me" kind of thing; I'd like to say I WILL FILL THE FIRST TEN PROMPTS THAT COME IN or whatever, but guys, guys, I have absolutely no control over my own brain. It's possible that I'll end up writing 25 little mini-fics; it's possible that I'll take one prompt, mean to write four sentences, and come back in two weeks with 30,000 words. THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME, OKAY, I CAN'T HELP IT.

Basic rules continued: if you look in the comments and see something you want to write, DO EET, DO EEEEEET, PLEASE DO IT, I WILL CHEERLEAD YOU SO HARD YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. Prompt with pictures, words, quotes, scenarios, music, whatever. And no bashing--not on characters, not on each other, not on prompts, not on fills, not on other fandoms, and not on Scotty Caan's height, okay, because that man has four inches on me and it's driving me crazy and I will cut you.



Alex would like to know what you're thinking about, guys! SCOTTY JUST WANTS YOU TO MAKE WITH THE PROMPTING.

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