| no subject |
|
|
| 04:23pm 16/11/2009 |
|
| |
mood:  happy
|
Ok, these photos were taken rather hastily, but I couldn't help myself. I got a big package of Sadol yumminess in the mail today! :D Heehehe, most of the stuff I ordered was for Fall, though I got some cute SD13 things, too. First up, though, are some quick photos of Fall in a new sweater & pants. ♥
Fall is ready for the winter in Florida. A sweater, but a slightly see-through sweater. ^^;
( Two more ) |
|
| |
|
Read 6 - Post |
| |
| no subject |
|
|
| 07:28am 16/11/2009 |
|
| |
What I'm not writing for NaNoWriMo this year, which then begs the question, if I'm not writing it, why did I just pen this? You see how my Muse taunts...and distracts?
( The Woodcutter's Daughter ) |
|
| |
|
Read 14 - Post |
| |
| When It Was Me |
|
|
| 08:13pm 16/11/2009 |
|
| |
mood:  bored music: When It Was Me - Paula DeAnda
|
Hey guys! I just wanted to share a fic that I made two years ago. Like in Lumina & Sparky, I was just twelve at that time, so it might not be as good as other works.
Title: When It Was Me
Fandom: Harvest Moon (More Friends of Mineral Town)
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Graire (Gray x Claire)
FF.net summary: Mary and Gray have something, but Claire comes along. Gray stops visiting Mary to hang out with Claire, but how does our librarian feel about this? Graire from Mary's POV. (Sorry, I'm no good with summaries...)
My summary from what I can remember: Wangsty Mary ranting about how Claire, the ultimate Mary-sue, stole “her” Gray. Yeah, I'm mean like that.
Warning: As mentioned before, Claire is a total Mary-sue. What? I was twelve! How would I have known—uhh, never mind.
Other warning: Made ya look! There is no other warning.
Inspiration: When It Was Me - Paula DeAnda
FF.net link: www.fanfiction.net/s/4290236/1/When_It_Was_Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon or any of its characters. But I own this fic. Don't stealiez >:p
( I remember way back when you used to look at me that way... ) |
|
| |
|
Post |
| |
| The last of the original five . . . |
|
|
| 04:04am 16/11/2009 |
|
| |
mood:  numb
|
A few years back I trained my dogs in the German sport of Schutzhund. I had five dogs I worked with training them for competition, in tracking, obedience, and protection work. They also participated in the 'beauty show' portion of this sport - running in the show ring. The judges and dog handlers came from Germany, the dogs were all of German German Shepherd bloodlines, and the commands used were all German. This story is significant as Aloe was the last of my dogs trained in the sport of Schutzhund. Subsequent generations, are just beloved family companion dogs.
And with that, brokenhearted I submitted once again to the inevitable of having to send another furry child to puppy heaven. warning, this post will have photo spammage.
More inside the cut . . .
( the joy that was Lulu ) |
|
| |
|
Read 35 - Post |
| |
| Writer geek trying to keep it real... |
|
|
| 10:38pm 15/11/2009 |
|
| |
In the scene I'm writing, a gunfight has erupted in a ravine just off the parking lot of a fictitious state prison in Oregon. There is nothing actually connecting the crime to the prison except for location; no inmates or known associates of inmates were involved, and neither were any prison staff.
I know that Oregon Corrections has a Special Investigations Unit; would any other state or federal agency likely be involved in the investigation? The prison is ten miles outside of city limits.
Thank you for your time. |
|
| |
|
Read 1 - Post |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
kiyakotari's Friends Page
drained
crazy
good
