The Blood is the Life for 17-08-2017

Aug. 17th, 2017 11:00 am
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The Blood is the Life for 16-08-2017

Aug. 16th, 2017 11:00 am
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The Blood is the Life for 12-08-2017

Aug. 12th, 2017 11:00 am
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Friday Five

Aug. 11th, 2017 03:35 pm
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(questions via [community profile] thefridayfive)

1) What is the most outrageous style you've ever rocked?

When I was a young 'un, there was that brief period when shell suits were incredibly fashionable, but before they had been discovered to be ridiculously dangerously flammable, and we had a non-uniform day at school. Every single other person in my class came in a shell suit. Some of them had those colour change t-shirts that showed your armpit sweat even worse than grey marl does. I wore cut-off denim hot pants, fishnet tights, an Alice Cooper t-shirt and a leather biker jacket.

I think that tells you everything you need to know about my attitude to fashion.


2) As a teen, were you an emo, goth, punk, grunger, or prep?

Um. I never could be bothered with the make-up requirements for goth, but I suspect I tended more that way in other respects, with bits of punk and grunger too. I mean, I never did do the blue stonewash jeans classic rocker look, I always wore black and purple.


3) Have you ever had a crazy hairstyle/colour?

Ever since I was 18 right up until the present. I'm normally one or more of blue, purple, or pink, but I've been other colours too. Went jet black once; didn't like it.


4) Do you think we ever really grow out of our teen selves?

I certainly haven't. But then I was quite elderly in outlook from about the age of 18 months, so... (this is possibly down to the autism, which obvs was undiagnosed when I was a young 'un.


5) Is there any fashion style you wish you could wear but maybe don't have the confidence?

It's not the confidence, it's the tolerance for pain. I wish I could wear halter neck tops, but my boobs are so heavy that they give me horrific neck ache within seconds of putting them on.

The Blood is the Life for 11-08-2017

Aug. 11th, 2017 11:00 am
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fic! (chips-related)

Aug. 10th, 2017 09:12 pm
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Okay here is a (Not Very) Lovely Story, it is called Chips (AO3 link).

It is about Bill going to visit Missy in the vault and she takes her some chips. Perhaps surprisingly this does NOT lead to happy carefree moments of bliss and/or Sapphism. It has no pairing as such and it is rated G because it does not even have swears in it. (Go me!) But it is a bit horrid, I should probably mention that.

The Blood is the Life for 09-08-2017

Aug. 9th, 2017 11:00 am
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The Blood is the Life for 08-08-2017

Aug. 8th, 2017 11:00 am
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The Blood is the Life for 07-08-2017

Aug. 7th, 2017 11:00 am
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fic (twissy pr0n)

Aug. 7th, 2017 01:12 am
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YEAH BITCHES IT IS DONE. It is not quite 10,000 words but nearly, which is odd because not much really happens in it?? It is, erm, Twissy fic with lite pr0n content because it is about aliens going into heat and making sweet yet frantic love to each other. Thusly it is rated "Mature" so children are not allowed to read any of this under any circumstances whatsoever. I dunno, it'll have to do because I don't know how to rewrite it any better than it is.

Here is the AO3 link, yo.

Pls enjoy and be kind about it??

The Blood is the Life for 06-08-2017

Aug. 6th, 2017 11:00 am
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The Blood is the Life for 05-08-2017

Aug. 5th, 2017 11:00 am
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The Illuminations

Aug. 3rd, 2017 09:51 pm
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The Illuminations - Blackpool were and are the big ones, but Morecambe had their own, lesser constellations* - are a very bitter-sweet time of year for me. They are and can be glorious ( Blackpool this year looks to be particularly fine ) but, like the last night of the Proms, they are also the harbinger of the long dark nights and so a sad time for those, like me, who suffer from Seasonal Affective Depression.

I can recall trailing along through Blackpool Illuminations in a Battersby Coach with the Scouts and Guides (the Illuminations themselves were tedious, but observing my fellows on the back seat with their oppos was -- illuminating.) I think the Illuminations may have been on that time I drove from Blackburn to Blackpool to see Paul Darrow in Guards, Guards!. As a small child I have watched glowing trams swim up out of the murk labelled "Bispham" and confused them with the place the goblins called Home in The Silver Chair. I have stood by Hampsfell Hospice and seen Morecambe's lights blaze along the shore, a good dozen miles away and more.

They are lovely and tacky and sad and beautiful, all at once. They've been switched on by Coronation Street stars, Royalty, Admirals, Olympic Athletes, Grand National winners, Doctor Who and the Stig.

And they signal the decline of summer into the dark of the autumn.

Blackpool knows what it is about, after all. And the start of the Illuminations is not so far from Lughnasadh.




*When I was still in my pushchair (not all the time, but when my legs got tired), I dimly recall my parents pushing me along the Promenade at Morecambe on the night the Morecambe Illuminations had been switched on. The celebrity who had done the on-switching leaned over my pushchair, to pass on good wishes for the season to one of the smaller celebrants. My parents did not particularly care for the celebrity in question, since (an outrage for 1964) he wore his hair to his shoulders, half of it dyed black and half of it dyed platinum, which they considered Wrong, Peculiar and (something they did not convey to the younger generation) no doubt Queer. Still, he was on the telly, and not obviously harmful, so they exchanged vague and civil compliments of the season, Jimmy Savile passed on along the Promenade towards Battery and the West End (we were at the Happy Mount Park end of things) and the part I remember most clearly was the whole family got excitable at the thought I might have swallowed the little blue packet from the crisps, the bit the salt came in. I'd actually just chewed it a bit and then spat it out, but they were all most worried about the danger I'd narrowly escaped.
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