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Jun. 3rd, 2007 06:48 pm( Alpine air )
Ianto's Special Cupcake Day
May. 24th, 2007 07:28 pmIt was Ianto's Cupcake Day.
The Queen had declared that everyone was to have a special Cupcake Day, and today was Ianto's. His was first, because he was special!
His cupcake was perfect. It was his favourite colour and his favourite flavour and it had hundreds-and-thousands on (hundreds-and-thousands were his favourite). It came on a pretty little saucer without any nasty paper wrapping to peel off and stay stuck to the bottom so it got in your mouth. The saucer was Ianto's second-favourite colour, so that it coordinated with the cupcake just so.
There was also tea.
Ianto smiled happily at his cupcake. No one could ever be unhappy on their special Cupcake Day!
When he ate the cupcake, it was delicious. It was just the right size so that he was full up of cupcake and didn't get sad from wanting more and didn't get ill in his tum-tum from having too much. Then someone else washed the saucer and the teacup for him!
On Owen's special Cupcake Day he got one that looked like a titty. It had a frosting nipple on it.
Gwen's cupcake had two halves of a cookie stuck in it. It was a fairy cake! The good kind of fairy, too. Also the sprinkles did not get stuck between her big old gap teeth.
Jack's cupcake had the frosting in the middle, and nobody knows why.
Tosh's cupcake had bright pink icing and it also had hundreds-and-thousands on. Ianto and Tosh became best friends because they both liked hundreds-and-thousands on their cupcakes!
Myfanwy's cupcake was made out of ground beef, and it made everyone else slightly queasy, but it was okay, because it was Myfanwy's special Cupcake Day, and that was all that mattered.
Wasn't it awfully nice of the Queen to do that?
The Queen had declared that everyone was to have a special Cupcake Day, and today was Ianto's. His was first, because he was special!
His cupcake was perfect. It was his favourite colour and his favourite flavour and it had hundreds-and-thousands on (hundreds-and-thousands were his favourite). It came on a pretty little saucer without any nasty paper wrapping to peel off and stay stuck to the bottom so it got in your mouth. The saucer was Ianto's second-favourite colour, so that it coordinated with the cupcake just so.
There was also tea.
Ianto smiled happily at his cupcake. No one could ever be unhappy on their special Cupcake Day!
When he ate the cupcake, it was delicious. It was just the right size so that he was full up of cupcake and didn't get sad from wanting more and didn't get ill in his tum-tum from having too much. Then someone else washed the saucer and the teacup for him!
On Owen's special Cupcake Day he got one that looked like a titty. It had a frosting nipple on it.
Gwen's cupcake had two halves of a cookie stuck in it. It was a fairy cake! The good kind of fairy, too. Also the sprinkles did not get stuck between her big old gap teeth.
Jack's cupcake had the frosting in the middle, and nobody knows why.
Tosh's cupcake had bright pink icing and it also had hundreds-and-thousands on. Ianto and Tosh became best friends because they both liked hundreds-and-thousands on their cupcakes!
Myfanwy's cupcake was made out of ground beef, and it made everyone else slightly queasy, but it was okay, because it was Myfanwy's special Cupcake Day, and that was all that mattered.
Wasn't it awfully nice of the Queen to do that?
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zabbers : Jack/Jack/Jack, on a river rowing tour.( Watercraft - Nautical nomenclature - H. is philosophical - Rum and victuals - Non-Euclidian geometry - A. is less philosophical. )
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May. 8th, 2007 12:05 amzabbers : Hermione/Mary Bennett femmeslash, with a piano.Synopsis: A mysterious mishap with a Time-Turner, a speed-reading charm and an ill-placed mirror finds Hermione trapped inside a copy of Pride & Prejudice. Mr. Darcy makes rude remarks about her hair, and she eschews the ballroom thereafter to spend time with Mary Bennett, who appreciates the more important things in life.
Quote: "You have such clever fingers at the spinet, Miss Granger."
cupiecake's brother: Harry Potter and a pair of shoes that stop time when you're dancing
( Harry Potter and the Pair of Shoes That Stop Time When You're Dancing )
( Harry Potter and the Pair of Shoes That Stop Time When You're Dancing )
cupiecake : And of course <3 Simon/Roger. Write about, uh. THE ONE TIME SIMON GETS HIS EGGS.( How Lord Penworth Got A New Coat, And Simon Got His Eggs. )
Friends and Relations
May. 7th, 2007 05:41 pmcupiecake: I want to see a conversation between Dan and Jimbo's sister, the cool one.like "NO SRSLY Y?" hahaha
( Friends and Relations )
Defenestration
May. 3rd, 2007 05:41 pmSo I wrote another Jim story that has nothing whatever to do with his novel, but I hope it's entertaining anyway.
If you read this in the other journal, you'll want to read it again - I completely redid the ending.
( Defenestration )
If you read this in the other journal, you'll want to read it again - I completely redid the ending.
( Defenestration )
Another prompt
Apr. 16th, 2007 12:07 amChallenge issued by zabbers
( #69: Shortbread. Fandom: Three Men In A Boat (To Say Nothing Of The Dog) )
zabbers ( #69: Shortbread. Fandom: Three Men In A Boat (To Say Nothing Of The Dog) )
The Saint happens upon a rather befuddled young man who has gotten himself in dire trouble through gambling debt, and who is about to be forced to pay it back in blood. He leaps to assistance, and a horribly fun fight ensues.
As they mop up, he turns and extends a hand. "I suppose after all that it's only fair of you to introduce yourself, and so it's only fair for me to introduce myself first. My name is Simon Templar."
"Roger," says the befuddled one.
"No, Simon."
He is more befuddled now than before, and he realizes with one of those flashes of insight that sometimes grace mere mortals that this is setting the tone for their acquaintance. "I'm Roger," he says. "Roger Conway."
"Ah," Simon replies. "For a moment I couldn't decide whether you were extremely hard of hearing, or making a suggestion. It's a better verb than - anyway," he continues, with a beatific smile, "how do you feel about taking orders? Religious ones, that is."
Suddenly something makes sense, and Roger keeps his jaw retracted as he states: "You're the one they call the Saint."
"In the flesh, baby doll," says the owner of the appellation. "And you're my first Halo."
As they mop up, he turns and extends a hand. "I suppose after all that it's only fair of you to introduce yourself, and so it's only fair for me to introduce myself first. My name is Simon Templar."
"Roger," says the befuddled one.
"No, Simon."
He is more befuddled now than before, and he realizes with one of those flashes of insight that sometimes grace mere mortals that this is setting the tone for their acquaintance. "I'm Roger," he says. "Roger Conway."
"Ah," Simon replies. "For a moment I couldn't decide whether you were extremely hard of hearing, or making a suggestion. It's a better verb than - anyway," he continues, with a beatific smile, "how do you feel about taking orders? Religious ones, that is."
Suddenly something makes sense, and Roger keeps his jaw retracted as he states: "You're the one they call the Saint."
"In the flesh, baby doll," says the owner of the appellation. "And you're my first Halo."
JOOSTER H/C FIC
Feb. 7th, 2007 01:38 amwooster: LO I BE DYING OF SNIFFLEZ
jeeves: ANGZT
wooster: SW00N
jeeves: IF ONLY I HAD REALIZED SOONER THAT WHEN I SAID INDEED SIR WHAT I REALLY MEANT WAS <3
wooster: *REVIVE*
JOOSTER <3
TEH END
jeeves: ANGZT
wooster: SW00N
jeeves: IF ONLY I HAD REALIZED SOONER THAT WHEN I SAID INDEED SIR WHAT I REALLY MEANT WAS <3
wooster: *REVIVE*
JOOSTER <3
TEH END
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Dec. 1st, 2006 10:30 pm001. Evidence
The second time they came, they had warrants: one for the search, one for my arrest. Spread-eagled against the wall, getting the pat-down and the Miranda warning, I watched out of the corner of my eye as they made an utter bollocks out of my nicely-organized filing system. I'd spent two hours that very morning alphabetising the top desk drawer, and now here they were emptying it out without so much as a by-your-leave. It would take me far more than two hours to set it back right, I could tell you. And after all my careful effort I knew the contents of that drawer as well as I knew the back of the hands that were now being cuffed behind me... so I knew the folder they were making a fuss over hadn't been in there before they walked in. This was turning out to be a right mess.
The second time they came, they had warrants: one for the search, one for my arrest. Spread-eagled against the wall, getting the pat-down and the Miranda warning, I watched out of the corner of my eye as they made an utter bollocks out of my nicely-organized filing system. I'd spent two hours that very morning alphabetising the top desk drawer, and now here they were emptying it out without so much as a by-your-leave. It would take me far more than two hours to set it back right, I could tell you. And after all my careful effort I knew the contents of that drawer as well as I knew the back of the hands that were now being cuffed behind me... so I knew the folder they were making a fuss over hadn't been in there before they walked in. This was turning out to be a right mess.
Psmith Psaves the Pday part two
Sep. 7th, 2006 10:54 pm"It's not very sporting of you to leave a fellow out here, exposed to the wind and the rain and the rockets' red glare, you know. Why, I could be shot! What, then, will the ladies of Europe think of Bavarian hospitality? What of honour? What of love for your fellow man in times of crisis? It will be on posters and broadsheets throughout God's creation: the Germans have not got the decency to let a man into a hole in the ground. Now, really, do you wish me to be shot? It's not that it would bother me overmuch, but I'd hate to make my dear old mother cry."
"If ve let you in, vill you close your mouth?"
"My dear sir -- may I call you Wilhelm? No? Hans, then? My dearest Hans, I will be the very soul of silence. My voice shall be stilled, and churchmice use me as an example for the improvement and education of their children in after-life. This is a bit of a step, isn't it? A very cozy place you have here, I must say. All the comforts of home, and -- tea!"
... "I say, are you playing poker? Deal me in, my fine Fritzy friends. There's nothing as diverting as a game of cards. Why, if one simply imagines the shells to be bread-rolls, this could be an evening at the club. Call."
... "I am not a greedy man. I have no desire to ruin you. To that end, let us compromise. I shall continue to bet real cash, and you may stake the spikes from your helmets."
... "If you are determined to wager your sidearm, sir, far be it from me to refuse such a gallant gesture. I see your bet, and raise you one Webley revolver."
... "Don't you think the stakes are getting a bit high now? After all, I'd scarcely be able to walk off with my winnings in my pockets at this point. Army bags are voluminous enough above the knee, but into them two field guns and a well-dug trench will never fit."
... "Shall we have another cup of tea while we await the arrival of your illustrious general?"
... "Do remember to print my name correctly in the headlines. P-S-M-I-T-H. The P is silent, as in pshrimp."
PSMITH PSAVES THE PDAY
Wily Officer Won Entire War In Poker Match
Germans Astounded
Winning Hand Revealed To Be Two of Clubs and Used Gum Wrapper
"If ve let you in, vill you close your mouth?"
"My dear sir -- may I call you Wilhelm? No? Hans, then? My dearest Hans, I will be the very soul of silence. My voice shall be stilled, and churchmice use me as an example for the improvement and education of their children in after-life. This is a bit of a step, isn't it? A very cozy place you have here, I must say. All the comforts of home, and -- tea!"
... "I say, are you playing poker? Deal me in, my fine Fritzy friends. There's nothing as diverting as a game of cards. Why, if one simply imagines the shells to be bread-rolls, this could be an evening at the club. Call."
... "I am not a greedy man. I have no desire to ruin you. To that end, let us compromise. I shall continue to bet real cash, and you may stake the spikes from your helmets."
... "If you are determined to wager your sidearm, sir, far be it from me to refuse such a gallant gesture. I see your bet, and raise you one Webley revolver."
... "Don't you think the stakes are getting a bit high now? After all, I'd scarcely be able to walk off with my winnings in my pockets at this point. Army bags are voluminous enough above the knee, but into them two field guns and a well-dug trench will never fit."
... "Shall we have another cup of tea while we await the arrival of your illustrious general?"
... "Do remember to print my name correctly in the headlines. P-S-M-I-T-H. The P is silent, as in pshrimp."
PSMITH PSAVES THE PDAY
Wily Officer Won Entire War In Poker Match
Germans Astounded
Winning Hand Revealed To Be Two of Clubs and Used Gum Wrapper
