Adventures of the Anonymous Blueberry Muffin Thief

Medium: Television
Fandom: Supernatural
Subject: Dean and his relationship with the angels
Title: All my Bridges have been burned
Warnings: Um, spoilery if you haven't seen up to season 6 I guess. Nothing beyond that.
Notes: This has been sat on my computer for ages. And I had it all set up and ready to go and then my computer died and I lost all my playlists, and then I couldn't be bothered to remake it for ages. This probably isn't the same mix that it would have been if I'd posted it a year ago. Who knows. Needless to say I got fed-up of trying to make the cover art, which is why it sucks. There's also no commentary on any of the tracks right now.
I'm afraid there's no zip file because, well, there isn't. There might be one at the weekend, if I have a chance.



( That's exactly how this grace thing works )

Ok, so I've been fairly out of fandom for a while, so I think most of these links are going to go to Tumblr where I've been lurking recently.

House of Durin fanart of adorableness.

House of Durin adorableness fic (are we seeing a theme here?)

The Joy of the Internet Older True Blood fic which is both excellent and hilarious.
Pam is tired of having to deal with Eric and Godric acting like lovesick teenagers.

Blame the Planet which is The Authority fic, written for me for this year's Yuletide, and involves the planet making them do it. Which is perfectly normal, of course. (you may need to be logged in to read this)

God I feel like shit. Bad night's sleep and a resurgence of plague that has had me wobbly all day.

I made it home and got the work I wanted to get done done, and I've watched an awful lot of Bubblegum Crisis and related media; the last disc of original BGC, Bubblegum Crash, which I haven't seen in years, and the original AD Police series, which I've never seen. I still have the new AD Police series to watch (but I need to plug my other DVD player in for that as my TV is the wrong region) BGC 2040 (which I have seen many times) and Parasite Dolls. It is good. Well, it's pleasant, although dear god the original ADP series is misogynistic. Very of its time, and not always in a good way.
I was also amused to see the bit that had me going "Tony Stark has a motoslave!" when I saw the Avengers in the summer (and there is a terrifying crossover prospect).

I am however now drowning in snot. It probably wouldn't be so bad, but I decided that I wanted icecream, and that never mixes well with colds.

I have actual words for my Yuletide fic. I'm not sure if they're good words, but that they exist is making me feel slightly better. Once again I appear to be doing an episode tag, but it fits with the request, and I'm not up to huge sprawling plots right now.

I also now have a steaming headache, so I think I'm going to go and hide in bed with the end of the book I'm currently reading (Glen Duncan's The Last Werewolf, which I'm still not sure if I'm enjoying, despite being 200 pages in) and a hot water bottle and hope that I can get some sleep and be human in some way tomorrow. I'm not holding out huge hope, but all I have planned for tomorrow is reading, writing and trying to remember to eat food (and hoping I don't have to leave the house for said food).

I have also apparently turned into someone who drinks Earl Grey. I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but I'm scared.

I... overslept and refused to get out of bed safe in the knowledge that the student I was supposed to support wasn't showing up first thing, but still, in the end, dragged myself to the bus stop so I would be in work, just on the off chance that the office told me to go anyway (they didn't, they called me in to swap my thursday sessions over this week, so I have to go to Moulton College). The bus was late, and full of people, and the university is full of people with too many germs.
I sat through 2 human resources lectures without killing myself with my pen, avoided the person who I made a social faux pas at at the weekend while photocopying shit hastily between lectures and then ran to an occupational psychology lecture in which I once again did not stab myself with a pen out of boredom.
I spent more time in the office, which was fun as ever, and then went back to more psychology (for some reason they seem to like putting me in psychology lectures... I hate psychology) and learned all about family conflicts in relation to evolutionary psychology. Then I fucked off home, only to remember that I hadn't got anything out the freezer for dinner.
The ready meal spinach and ricotta canelloni was not impressive. But it was food, and it meant I didn't have to leave the house again.

This evening I have watched a couple more episodes of Arrow, which is, yeah. I dunno. I think I'm actually enjoying it. I might even poke at the fandom for it. Maybe. Fandom terrifies me these days.
I typed up some notes, I poked tumblr, I bemoaned the lack of boyfriend fit jeans which no longer seem to exist anywhere for less that about £35, which sucks, as I refuse to pay that much for jeans when they're probably going to fall apart.
I really need to repaint my nails (they're really dark green at the moment, but they're really badly chipped and it's now annoying me) but I can't be arsed tonight.

I have a spot on the bridge of my nose right where my glasses sit and it is really starting to hurt.

I should probably go to bed. I'm nursing Toll the Hounds for as long as I can. 70 pages left to go. I could finish it tonight if I really tried, but I think I'd maybe like to sleep. It's been long enough since I read Gardens of the Moon that I really feel like I ought to start all over again. But I think I'll finish the series first, and then read other shit for a while. And then do that. (Oh god my to read pile is ridiculous at the moment)

And now bed. Where it is warm.

Also, I woke up with Elvis Costello's Veronica stuck in my head this morning, and I have no idea why, as it isn't on my iPod, and I haven't had the radio on in ages.

I'm in that irritating phase of listening to a mix over and over again to make sure that it all hangs together right before I post it. It's annoying. And lets not mention the fact that I've still got to cobble some kind of cover together on a laptop that doesn't like photoshop one bit.

Still going crazy living out in the sticks, and going through a serious case of the blah in relation to pretty much everything. I'm avoiding people, not doing much and generally wallowing in my own fucking misery. Which I hate, but I don't want anyone to try and pull me out of it because that gets me pissy like nobodys business.

And random people who I've never met adding me on facebook. No thanks mate, you look like a right chav and can't spell. Bad enough the people I do know who seem to be completely incapable of using non text speak on there.

I'm going to be away for Christmas, and while I have my laptop with me, I have no idea if I'm going to be able to get any internet time (mostly because this is my dads internet connection, and there's no telling if it actually works).
I should be back on Monday (the 27th) and if I haven't had a chance by then, I will be pickibg up my fic then.
Thank you so much for writing for me, and I look forwards to reading it when I have the chance.

I did not sleep well last night. I was having stupid dreams and a general lack of tired for a good chunk of the night, and now I feel like shit. And I'm on a 9 til 6. Yay.
I have just enough time to throw tea down my throat and run out the door and hopefully I won't be late (assuming that there is a lecture this morning, there is a lack of information regarding this fact anywhere).

My NaNo is very behind, and I have plot bunnies for Yuletide, I just need to reread the source material.