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Hello, I'm Lemony. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you.
Occasional forrays into Bandom, Merlin, Torchwood, Doctor Who, Jeeves and Wooster, Harry Potter, Hetalia and House.
Slasher.

My OTPS be:

House/Wilson
Tony/Control
Italy/Germany
Jeeves/Wooster
Merlin/Arthur
Uther/Igraine
Ruka/Yomi
Jack/Ianto
Ten/Master
Remus/Sirius


Add me anytime and we can squee about any of the above.

Zoe Nadine Shively;
I've known this girl since we were eleven years old. We've been through alot of stuff together. We've had a lot of fun.
"Fuck off, your name is not Shaun."
"Can I just intervect?"
"I've got an idea."
"What the fuck is a maxibon?"
"Fountain at half one?"
"Garden Gates half one?"
"Hobmoor half one?"
We're very different people and sometimes I wonder why we're friends at all, but I am so very glad we are.

Eleanor Rose Timms;
She's not really friend, she's an extention of myself. I can sum up our relationship in a few words and phrases -
"Unicorns, Unicorns, Unicorns."
"Hitsugi would be proud of us!"
"Shinya is not gunna be pleased with us."
"We might actually finish this one day."
"We're going to write nazi fic aren't we?"
I love her.

Title: The 1920's Prometheus 
Author:lollyphants
Summary: If Mary Shelley had lived long enough to write a 700 word Jeeves & Wooster fic and somehow got Edgar Alan Poe to beta, that fic would probably be a lot better than this one, but you get the general idea. Also, if a teenager with a ‘B’ in Fine Art wanted to illustrate it, well no one else is likely to, it’d probably be as bad as the illustrations therein. Jeeves is Frankenstein.
Rating: PG-13? There are a lot of dead bodies in this.
Disclaimer: Right now PG Wodehouse, Mary Shelley and Edgar Alan Poe are all spinning in their respective graves. Wodehouse owns the characters Jeeves and Bertram, Shelley owns the ideas put forth in ‘Frankenstein – The Modern Prometheus’ and Poe owns the ideas put forth in ‘The Tell Tale Heart.’

 

( What? )

Katie McGrath

( Why? )

I will prove why a mandatory period of service is a bad idea in one sentence:
The BNP want to introduce it England.

I feel I have made my point, if you are still unconvinced - Question Time 10:35 BBC 1.

Haha. I've never had enough drama or unrequited love for this. I am very affectionate and very tactile, everyone I love knows they're loved and as for those I've been in love with - they don't exsist. But I'm only 16 I've got plenty of time.
I might tell my nana (GRHS), that I love her and I'm sorry I never visited you enough. I miss you.
All in all this is a pointless answer. Have the funniest thing I have ever seen.

Not mine but a lovely person's from indeedsir

( FIT AS MATE )

I haven't been on here in a while because I have been busy with college. I've settled into a routine now, so I'm going to be more active in my fandoms, I hope.
I have a 6,000 words of a Jeeves & Wooster fic, 9, 000 words of Torchwood fic and 11, 000 words of Merlin fic. I might get around to polishing them off and posting them some time. Well, definitely the first two. The Merlin fic is a band AU and it has been done.

I've also been around offering my Britpicking services and have eight stories under my belt. It doesn't sound like much but one was 22, 000 words.

I'm also attempting some art, I'm sure it'll go well with my 'B' in Fine Art. It's for a Halloween challenge. Actually, I have two ideas of what to draw both, in my opinion, are genius.

I've been using my time to campaign for the Labour Party too.

NEVER A FROWN WITH GORDON BROWN

I don't do confrontation. I either a) smile and act like nothing's gone wrong or b) if I am really angry, I will become as passive agressive as humanly possible.

A lot of the time I am silent. I am very good at frosty, frosty silence. I am good at blatant, blatant lies.

"I'm not really sure what to say so I'll just say, I still love and trust you and I always will."
I doubted every second whether he did it or not. I still do.

The second hand from a clock in my year ten/eleven math's room from Alex Costello.
It was special because it held memories, she did maths to get and gave it to me even though so probably wanted it herself. I found it the other day and literally lol'd.

College, I suppose. Things change too much. I wish I could be in year ten forever.
Scotty the Hottie and Bishopthorpe chips and Art club and Miss Power's terrible jokes and the house I spent my saturdays in.
I miss that house. My friend's, H, friend's, V, house. V's mother, K, often joined us and sometimes her ex-boyfriend whom she remained friends with, J, came around and I have such memories.

J: I'm not rock'n'roll enough for this game. *pulls out a bag of coke and wracks up a line*
K: Did you just snort coke off the coffee table?
J: Er..yeah.
K: *looks angry*

Here, I expected K to say something like, "Don't snort infront of the children," or perhaps, "DID YOU BRING COCAINE INTO MY HOUSE?" but, no. It went like this.  

K: *looks angry* You could have used a chopping board, you'll have gotten in the groves. V go get the paintbrush and get the coke out.
V: I think there's some specks of green in this groove; someone's having a shottie.
I miss you all.

After that loving ramble into nowhere, I should really get back to the question, shouldn't I? 
I am worried about the fact that everything changes and that all good things must end and I just want to stay where I know I'm happy.

On Saturday I received £220 pounds for my GCSE results. I already had a tenner.

Since then I have bought;

• A Dress (Uttam London from Yumi)
• A T-shirt (White; 'Me Love You Long Time)
• A pair of boots (Black, Suede)
• A pair of jeans (Skinny, blue deniem)
• A Pair of Plimsolls (Black with neon details)
• A Pair of earrings (Russian Dolls)
• A Ring (Red, bow shaped)
• A Jumper (Wine coloured, Cashmere)
• A PG Wodehouse book (The Immitable Jeeves)
• A Stephen Fry book (The Star's Tennis Balls)
• Mario Kart radio controlled. (As described; my brother's bday present)

This has come to a grand total of: £88.

I LOVE SHOPPING.
Edited as of 3/9/09
I have also bought:

• One Lacy Bra (green)
• One Lacy Pair of undies (to match Bra)
• One fitted Jacket (Black)
• One dress (Pink, with Buckle detail)
• A Ring (Huge Pink Flower)

This came to a grand total of: £44

Which means my actual grand total is: £132

To reiterate:  Shopping is brilliant and I love it

Whilst I didn't exactly fail, I did underachieve horribly.

Additional Science - B
Art and Design (Fine Art) - B
English - A*
English - A
French - B
Geography - B
German - A
History - A
Mathematics - C
Religious Studies - B
Science - B 

As if I got a 'C', that is well gutting.

I am the youngest of my mother's children by seven years and it has influenced my personality horribly. Whilst I am not the youngest of my dad's children I remain my parents' only girl and consequently I was, and still am if I am honest, spoiled rotten. Due to the attention, the mollycoddling, the overprotectiveness and the good expectations of me I have developed some awful traits I'm slowly trying to eradicate from myself;

• Lazy
• Self-centred
• Spoiled
• Manipulative
• Egotistical
• Attention seeking
• Lying
• Material

It depends why they are famous and how they became famous. Jordan, I feel, deserves all the publicity she gets, whether it's good or not, because he got famous by taking her top off and stayed famous by selling her life in hour installments on ITV. She sells exclusive interviews about her life to keep herself famous and that sort of fame is as bad as it is fickle. She asked for all of it, so she can deal with it.

Conversely, fame which is deserved due to artistic merit, political activism or just being able to do shit other people can't, fame which is achieved despite that not being the goal, should be left alone.
If they ask for privacy and could sustain their fame and career with it then they should have it.

And I feel all children should be left alone no matter how famous their mother and father.

This just makes me think of Hannah, "I'd like to have a restaurant and call it 'Meet', as in a meeting place, and only sell steaks. And if any vegetarians come in and ask if there's a vegetarian option I can say 'yeah, the option of a slap' and then whack them in the face.'
I miss the days in the Mitchell household like you cannot believe.

Personally, I'd say unicorns for the theme for no other reason than
Although, I'm sure you notice that it's ponies backing the text. Get over it.

How would I present it? I'm the ideas woman, you can sort out the details and logistics. I got you sparkly text what else do you want? Blood? A plausible, workable idea?

1. Blame it on the Boogie - The Jackson 5
2. Panic - The Smiths
3. Hard Knock Life - Jay Z 
4. New Posistion - Panic At The Disco
5. Upgrade U - Beyoncé
6. Sound and Vision - David Bowie
7. Disloyal Order of The Water Buffaloes - Fall Out Boy
8. Franco Unamerican - NOFX
9. Back in the USSR - The Beatles
10. Guernica - Brand New
11. The Fortunate - The Cab
12. Cookie Jar - Gym Class Heroes
13. Apply Some Pressure - Maximo Park
14. Just Like a Movie - Midtown
15. Summer of '98 - The Secret Handshake.

No. Somethings cannot be explained in such clinical, unspiritual ways. Such as:

• Bradley James' Smile
• Ianto Jones' Cheekbones
• STEPHEN FRY
• Why every problem can be made better by tea

Science cannot fully explain all of those wonderous things.

It also can't explain why I can't drink milk from glass bottles (I don't want some phsychological nonsense about how I was weened too early. I just don't like milk from glass bottles, simple)

You should have done revision for GCSEs, you will regret it. You look better with glasses, don't be embarrased by wearing them. He was a sweetheart but it was never going to happen. Don't kiss those boys; you could do better. He works at McDonalds now, you shouldn't of wasted your time. FF.net reviews mean nothing. The diets were a waste of time you didn't need them. You did right to pick the friends you did, you shouldn't of wasted a tear. Drama is retarted, if only you'd seen Mean Girls back then. You shouldn't of mocked her to make yourself feel better, she was a friend, she still is. You will get proper friends you won't have to lie to. You will be really happy if you just drop the drama, drop those 'friends', keep your tongue in your mouth and stop convincing yourself you're fat and ugly. Life will sort itself out, it always does, you just have to wait.
This post is, in the words of triedunture, "a testament to the truest of all things: It all turns out right. It must."