*is dancing around, squeeing & flailing* So, the lovely BB's been up to her ol' manipping tricks [LOOK AT THE RESULT! OGLE THEM!] and very graciously allowed me to have-at one of them before she posted it.
So, here are the results! ^_^
Hope my interference ain't too offensive to the eye. Isn't that manip just gorgeous tho?? ^_^
I'm sorry - I know it looks like I'm doing fuck all, but really I'm tearing chunks out of my brain trying to get fic written down. >_<. And can I just say: OMGTHANKYOU to everyone who's commented on that fanmix I posted, waay back on the 12th. Seriously, people, be nicer. Also, guess what I did today?? *shrieks* Went to see X Men First Class!! This brings my total of viewings up to a terrifying SEVEN. Read it, SEVEN TIMES. I'm starting to worry myself... BUT, on the upside I found this gif somewhere which must have been made by my braintwin:
*warning, I'm about to do something only boring old farts do - dream!diary! run awaaay!*
Okay, so, it's official:
X Men First Class has passed over from 'fandom' to 'obsession' because last night, I had *fanfare* my first X Men Dream! It was very short, and sadly there was no sex in it, but better luck next time. Okay, so, in it I was sitting with Charles in one of the bedrooms at Chez X [no, not in the 'about to do it like bunnies' sitting-in-a-bedroom way, in the 'migod, this house is so massive that even the bedrooms have seating areas in them!' way.] SO. We're sitting in opposite chairs, playing Chess, and I'm smoking, for some reason, in a very Minelli-in-Caberet way. And in walks Erik, roll-neck and all, stops dead when he sees me and gives me this 'wtf are you doing in here?' look. I then cry: 'Ah, Erik! I was just about to finish him off for you, darling!' [Referring to the Chess Game, you-] I produce a check-mate on Charles, spring out of my chair (so Erik can sit in it) and as he comes over, I say: 'And how are you? How's Mr 'I'm So Angsty I've Got To Share It', mmm?' And then I did this sort of manic-pixie-dream-girl thing where I rugby-tackled/hugged him, gave him a big tickle-dick in the ribs, and he jumped out of his skin and almost laughed. And that was it. That was the dream. Neither man said a thing. WTF?!? YOU FAILED ME, BRAIN!!
In other news, I'm currently agonising over the fact that I want to do another fanmix but am suddenly shite at picking songs / finding any decent lyrics. Meanwhile, I'm trying to write more fic, and Erik's being a bitch. Also, I'm sad because the 1stclasskinkmeme is currently closed for prompts and I've got more bunnies bopping round my head than Wallace & Grommit's The Curse of the Were Rabbit. Might post them up here anyway, just to be perverse. ;P Anyone up for it?
I'm doing walls now? I don't do walls! Wtf, fandom? I don't even know who I am any more! ^_^'
Anyway, thought I'd share this: it's what's gracing my laptop at the mo. Not only is it a wall, but it's a wall with woobieness and a W.H. Auden quote, just because of that whole Isherwood connection, y'know, like Erik = German = Berlin = Christopher. >_<.
The new look I'm rocking here. As much of a wrench as it was, I figured it was time to get rid of ol' Cas. So I altered the colours of that Charles/Erik manip to fit me background, and here's what it looked like: