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[April 26, 2014 @ 10:30pm] |
| LOG/THREAD WITH A RAVENCLAW |
HAVE AN ARGUMENT |
WRITE A FLAVOR/CDJ PROMPT |
LOG/THREAD WITH AN ENEMY |
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| PARTICIPATE IN A GROUP THREAD |
LOG/THREAD WITH A CHARACTER YOU HAVEN'T IN THE LAST SIX MONTHS |
LOG/THREAD IN HOGSMEADE |
LOG/THREAD WITH A SLYTHERIN |
“OUT ALL NIGHT” - LOG (ACTION/DIALOGUE) |
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LOG/THREAD WITH A HUFFLEPUFF |
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WRITE A BACKSTORY LOG/THREAD |
POST JOURNAL ENTRIES FOR 5 DIFFERENT CHARACTERS |
| LOG/THREAD A SCENE IN THE DIAGON ALLEY |
GO ON A DATE |
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WRITE A NARRATIVE |
LOG/THREAD WITH A FAMILY MEMBER |
| LOG/THREAD A SCENE WHERE SOMETHING IS STOLEN |
“I DID A BAD THING” - LOG (ACTION/DIALOGUE) |
MAKE A CAMEO APPEARANCE IN A LOG/THREAD |
LOG/THREAD A NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE |
COMMENT ON 10 DIFFERENT CHARACTERS’ JOURNAL ENTRIES |
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| VALESCO BINGO |
[January 26, 2014 @ 8:39pm] |
| LOG/THREAD IN HOGSMEADE |
SEND AN OWL |
LOG/THREAD A SHORT BUT MEANINGFUL SCENE |
COMMENT ON 10 DIFFERENT ENTRIES |
LOG/THREAD A SCENE IN THE DIAGON ALLEY |
| HAVE A COMMENT THREAD OF 20+ COMMENTS |
LOG/THREAD WITH A FORMER HOUSEMATE |
LOG/THREAD WITH A PLAYER YOU HAVEN'T IN THE LAST SIX MONTHS |
LOG/THREAD WITH A CHARACTER YOU HAVEN'T IN THE LAST SIX MONTHS |
LOG/THREAD AN INTERACTION IN A MUGGLE AREA |
| HAVE A CHARACTER SKIP WORK |
HAVE AN ARGUMENT |
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GO ON A DATE |
HAVE A DISCUSSION IN A THENEWSTODAY POST |
| WRITE A FLAVOR/CDJ PROMPT |
LOG/THREAD WITH A GRYFFINDOR |
LOG/THREAD WITH A SLYTHERIN |
MAKE A CAMEO APPEARANCE IN A LOG/THREAD |
PARTICIPATE IN A GROUP THREAD |
| LOG/THREAD WITH A RAVENCLAW |
LOG/THREAD WITH A HUFFLEPUFF |
WRITE A NARRATIVE |
WRITE A BACKSTORY LOG/THREAD |
LOG/THREAD A CHRISTMAS/NEW YEAR'S SCENE |
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| RP TDL |
[September 02, 2013 @ 1:00pm] |
-Stir up some trouble with Howard and the Aubreys
-Get some sense knocked into Geoff (c/ C, T)
-Marissa and Iwan cuteness?
-Get some action for all the single ladies! (Victoria, Felicia, Violet, Siobhan)
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| This is a thing where I do lots of stuff |
[March 04, 2012 @ 3:30pm] |
FIRST: I do not have an organized flavors page, but if you request stuff here I will post it in comments!
SECOND: I like Cristina's plot-organizing post so I am going to do that here.
( Blah blah blah )
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| Some things and stuff |
[November 14, 2011 @ 11:04pm] |
Thing one: I finally updated my characters list, which is RIGHT HURR for anyone who's interested.
Thing two: this is a list of what my active characters are doing ATM. FEEL FREE TO TOSS OUT PLOT-TYPE IDEAS.
Grayson - Getting yelled at by Ophelia, apparently. Probably also getting his shit together finally?
Marissa - Pretty much nothing.
West - Starting to get baby crazy, what is this what is his life
Avis - Pretty content! Maybe an exciting work case soon?
Violet - Glad she didn't make it onto Charlie's conquest list; still wanting some adventure in her life outside of work but not sure where to go with it.
Lyssandra - Living in martial bliss, obviously.
Bertram - Planning a wedding ...?
Lydia - Needs to go out on the prowl again. Any takers?
Moody - Being an auror, working 14 hour days, that kind of thing.
Scott - Dating Delilah! Trying not to be annoying in cheering up his sister.
Richard - Secretly pining after Veronica.
Tristan - Also planning a wedding! And waiting for all the quidditch drama to kind of blow over.
Andromeda - Nurse-stuff. Shagging Ted. You know, the usual.
Euan - Feeling inadequate for not being able to knock up Rebecca. ):
Marnie - COLLECT ALL THE ANIMALS!!!
Desmond - Pining over April.
Geoffrey - Attempting to continue to impress Savannah.
Victoria - This, basically.
Ellie - Babysitting her brother's kid and Victoria's daughter out of guilt for being gone for a year |:
Felicia - Fearing the wrath of Axe, formally dating Kendall?
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| MEME REVIVAL |
[December 06, 2010 @ 8:22pm] |
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You give me a pairing (or just one character) and a color, and I'll give you a sentence.
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| ANGST ANGST ANGST |
[October 27, 2010 @ 10:14pm] |
Andromeda Tonks is sitting with her back against the wooden doorframe of her kitchen. The trim has faded lines running up the length of it from very close to the bottom to a foot or two from the top and the thin strip of wall next to it has dates scribbled next to each little mark (Nymphadora had gotten to be taller than both of her parents were betting, considering the near-toxic amountes of caffeine she'd ingested as a teenager). She drops her head back against the frame with an audible 'thud', then winces.
If it wakes up Nymphadora, she's going to be awfully cross (pregnancy hormones are a bitch). She lets her eyes slide to the mail slot again, slow and lazy, like pretending that she isn't anxious about the post not coming today will make it come faster. She squeezes one eye closed, then the other. Opens one eye, then the other. She pretends this isn't the same thing she's been doing for almost an hour. Before she realizes it, one hand comes to her mouth and she's chewing on a cuticle with a jagged piece of skin, pulling it off with her teeth.
If there's blood, she doesn't notice it, doesn't taste it. She's itching for a cigarette, but damned if she's going to smoke inside the house when she knows that her pregnant daughter is asleep in the next room. The more time she spends thinking about Nymphadora's well-being, the less time she has to think about other things.
It's been thirty seven days, thirteen hours and fourty-nine minutes since Ted left. She had ached to go with him, to protect him from what she knew would be after him ... but this wasn't the family that she had abandoned that first time she had run off with Ted Tonks. This family was loved by her, needed her.
Sitting on the mantle of the Tonks household is thirty seven objects that seem not to have any connection to each other at all. There is a napkin from some dive-bar in the middle-of-nowhere (complete with barbaque sauce), a glass marble, and a half-crushed violet that looked like it should have been better wrapped. There are other things too, things that have been piling up one day at a time since Ted first left.
Mail flutters through the little brass slot in the door and Andromeda is almost ashamed at how quickly she springs on it, fingers shaking uncontrollably. There are three envelopes, and she thumbs through them quickly - they all have addresses and when she opens them, they are all simply parchment. Her breath catches in her throat and she lets the letters drift back to the spotless carpet in front of the door. She clenches her fists and brings them down to the ground quietly (can't wake up Nymphadora, not now), bows forward until her thumbs are pressing into the hollows of her eyes.
For a few days she tells herself that the mail must just be delayed, that Ted must be far off having a reckless adventure.
For a few days more, she pretends that he's had a change of heart and decided to run off with a cheap trollop on vacation from Amsterdam (but she still can't even pretend to hate him, not even a little bit).
It's more than a week before Nymphadora finally, angrily asks what the hell her mother is doing collecting such rubbish on her mantle when she's always hated mess. Too much hiding things has made Andromeda tired, and when she finally tells her daughter what they mean she understands too quickly.
She tries not to be too emotional in front of her daughter. Dora has so many other things to be sad about, to worry about -- and the baby needs to be healthy. Andromeda needs the baby to be healthy -- but this just makes her daughter more upset and in the end, they both cry until nightfall.
The next days aren't any easier for Andromeda, but Remus finally comes to his senses and Dora names the baby after her father. Andromeda loves the boy, but it takes her months to call him by his real name.
Things don't get easier, but Andromeda begins to think that as long as she has her daughter and her family, she might be all right.
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| Situation critical |
[April 21, 2009 @ 4:35pm] |
So, enter friend S. Friend S has been someone I lived with for four months last summer during my camp-stint.
Friend S's roommate is moving out in a week and it turns out that the landlords are going to continue to rent and want to know if she has anyone to move in with her.
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This all seemed like a great idea last night, but now...
Pros:
-Away from the crazy mother. Love her, but can't deal with her insanity.
-Going to have to leave eventually, might as well move in with someone I know I can stand.
-GREAT location -- across the tracks on Whyte ave., for you Edmontonians/Former Edmontonians.
-Brand new appliances, hardwood floors, secure building (it has freakin' key passes for the elevator), also has a gym (and possibly an indoor pool)?
-Only 600/month (we think, she has to double-check to see if it's the same as this year) including utilities.
Cons:
-Away from the mother = away from the cat.
-MIGHT be able to convince them that I can bring the cat, but that brings in the expense of the cat (food, insulin, needles, cat litter).
-AWAY FROM THE CAT. I know this is being made out to be a huge problem, but the fact is that my cat is the only thing that's been constant in my life for TWELVE years. I don't know if I can stand only seeing her a few times a month ... and she's totally acting like she knows I'm thinking about leaving, she's been glued to my side since last night. Literally, she goes upstairs to eat and then just cuddles against me for the rest of the time. SAD.
-Also means I will probably have to work part-time during the school year (but I'm going to have minimal/no classes on T/R next year and only 4 classes each semester, so that might be doable). I also have a sizable amount in savings and will be working this summer.
I feel like I might be using the cat as a reason not to move out...but at the same time I don't know. BLAH.
And so I ask you, LJ-ers/Scribbld-ers ... opinions?
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| SHORT MEME IS APPEALING |
[March 01, 2009 @ 7:06pm] |
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You give me a pairing (or just one character) and a colour, and I'll give you a sentence.
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| NERDFIGHTER MEME |
[January 22, 2009 @ 5:50pm] |
GOOGLE MEME! Answer the following questions.
Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
Q:Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
Q: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search.
( Brittany... )
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[January 16, 2009 @ 4:05pm] |
So ... the internship that I really wanted? Canceled.
I had a second choice but I am not sure quite how it works and I didn't want it nearly as much as I wanted this one. That sucks. It also sucks that the really cool alternative will be extremely expensive and not funded by a scholarship (because the internship at the NMNH came with/comes with a $6000 scholarship).
It also sucks that I don't know if I want to go back and work at camp; I could still in theory do the aDNA training and then do a half-summer at camp, but I also don't know if I want to do that. I really wanted to do something different this year.
Hell, I might just end up backpacking around the states or something. Roleplay people will house me, won't they?
Won't they?
In conclusion: whine, whine, bitch, bitch. I want off the bus.
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| Invasion of the Muns v. 1.3: Meme version |
[January 01, 2009 @ 11:10pm] |
Okay, so it goes like this. You post an entrance as yourself.
No, really. Example:
Wireless headphones! You know the best part of wireless headphones? The fact that you can walk from the bus to your house without ever really hearing much of anything ever.
Which is why she didn't notice that she had opened the door to Milliways until she was inside. Hufflepuff scarf came off, key (with purple skull charm) went back into gigantic oversized backpack ...
"Holy fucking shit!"
Yeah, she was going to sit down now. possibly on the floor.
People tag with their pups. Hilarity ensues. I blame Mixed Muses.
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[December 26, 2008 @ 4:48pm] |
Mostly because I like to keep track of this every couple of months...
( The Politics Test )
In the past 8 months, I have gotten a) more economically permissive and b) less socially permissive.
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| Ganked from Danii |
[December 14, 2008 @ 12:38am] |
So yeah.
Five times [character] [situation] *and one time they didn't.
Since this is kind of confusing, here's an example!
Five times that Lettie said 'that's what she said' and one time that she didn't. In ficlet form.
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