what to do with my lousy mood

[marguerite_26]

I've been up since 4:30 am FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER! and I'm all cranky and tired. I need to do something fun or I'm going to sit and be useless and annoyed and frustrated all day.

But figuring out what to do is annoying me. :/
So tell me what I should do with my day!
[Poll #1628360]


*CRIES* I was having so much fun!!! But Mr. M just called and he's coming home sick which means I cannot play on the computer all day. (long story) Will be around later if I can with more snippets. *pouts*

Comments

[anna-unfolding.livejournal.com]

Demand 30 word ficlets from your flist, of course! Mine coming in a minute...

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

You mean you will write one for me???

Oh! that's even better. ♥

[anna-unfolding.livejournal.com]

Colin hated this part.

The cool thing to do was to complain about the interviews and be glad when they were over, but while Colin rolled his eyes at the right times and let out a sigh of relief when it was over, he actually thought the nonstop interviews for two days were fun. Even if Bradley whined about missing the cricket match due to being in make-up for an hour each morning. Even if Colin couldn't eat the delicious smelling frittata at the hotel spread after that one incident with too much garlic and indigestion and the E! reporter that Bradley never let him forget.

No, the LA interviews were a manic, adrenalin-filled 48 hours, joking in their seats waiting for the proper lighting, mocking each other's responses after wrapping up a segment, and generally getting to unleash his authentic excitement about what they were doing, where it was going, and how much bloody fun it was to do it together. The only problem with it at all, really, was how there were a million people everywhere: make-up, film crews, agents, paparazzi. The odds of being alone with Bradley were slim to none.

What Colin really hated was the next 48 hours back in London. The burst of wanting to grab Bradley when England beat Germany at the Oval. Of knowing Bradley was electric over it at a pub somewhere, or perhaps at the match with his mates. The lonely feel to breakfast alone, no one flicking sprigs of parsley at him over tea, no one mocking him for preferring herbal. (Was it Colin's fault he had a weak stomach?)

He couldn't fight the grin over that one, over the countless times Bradley had teased him about the tea and his inferior constitution. That last morning at the Mondrian on Sunset, Bradley's lip was caught in his teeth as he tried not to crack up while telling the server Colin was too delicate for anything stronger than chamomile. Their eyes locked and Colin's chest grew warm over bloody tea for Christ's sake.

No, the interviews were all right. It was the let down afterward that Colin hated.

He rolled out of bed at noon and put on his pants before wandering down to the kitchen to see what acceptable breakfast food might be available. If he moved around slowly enough maybe he'd enjoy not having to rush from place to place.

He was just settling against the counter, staring blankly into the shelves when Lady Gaga's Let's Dance rang on his mobile for 5 seconds. A text, then.

He reached for the phone and opened.

From: BJames
Time: 12:04 pm
Middlsx Cntry Crckt Clb @ Lord's. You, me, bland British food, a couple of pints, and amateur cricket (no paprzi!) 3:00, y/y?


A shiver ran it's way across Colin's skin. He jumped up and down, only twice, and then raced back upstairs to shower. Perhaps being back in London would be okay, after all.

[hermette.livejournal.com]

I WISH I COULD CLICK DP ABOUT FIFTY TIMES.

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

ahaahhaa!

will type up a snippet for you at least. ;)

[cinnatart.livejournal.com]

So if I also want this does that mean there can be a sequel to her snippet?! =D

rough snippet

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

Gwaine was up and testing his leg, hobbling about the room when Arthur entered Gaius's chambers. He clapped Gwaine's shoulder, curled his fingers to give it a squeeze. “You saved my life, Gwaine. You shall be rewarded.”

With an odd down-curl to his lips, Gwaine ducked his head. “I want neither your gold nor any other riches.”

There was an edge to his voice, a bitterness that took Arthur aback. Arthur pressed on, having seen many false refusals before today. "Surely there is something you desire. Name it."

Gwaine looked up and held Arthur's gaze before his grin turned wolfish. "There is one thing of yours..."

Gwaine's eyes darted to Merlin; Arthur paled.

Merlin looked between them, eyes wide and unblinking. “What?” he said in perfect innocence. And Gwaine’s grin turned into a leer.

[leashy-bebes.livejournal.com]

Clearly, writing DP porn will cheer you up SO MUCH. REALLY. IT WILL. I'm a psychologist, okay, it has positive effects on your mental state. Stop looking at me like that. It's TRUE.

ps: look what you made me do (http://leashy-bebes.livejournal.com/182083.html)

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

I SAW!!!!

I've been afraid to click because of course I have this M/A/Gwaine fic all written IN MY HEAD and if I read yours I will lose it all in your awesomeness!!!

♥

Actually that's good incentive to write, yes? :D If I write, I get to read!

[dysonrules.livejournal.com]

OH LOOK, WRITING YOUR HOLS FIC IS WINNING.

*modly stare*
*ignores the fact that she's revised her own plot seventeen times and written not a word*

:D

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

my hols fic is written I just need to type it in. o.O

:D

[besamislabios]

DP!! :DD

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

:D You make a very convincing argument!

[cinnatart.livejournal.com]

*hugs* hope you feel better love. Have a porny hump day!

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

it's wednesday? heh. my brain is so fried. LOL.

Ok - a bit of porn it is. brb.

[potteresque_ire]

Harry is cranky.

He woke up at 4:30 FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER.
Other than the hand around his cock.
Other than the tongue in his arse.
Other than the drawl: Feel free to work late. Again. as a ring tightened against his balls.


Draco is tired.

He woke up at 4:30 FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER.
Other than being savaged by a still overworked, still restrained saviour.
Other than getting oral from a very, very skilled Auror.
Other than being … horned by a dragon tamer hornier than his Hungarian charges.


Harry and Draco are cranky and tired.
They woke up at 4:30 FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER.

(The bed would claim:
1) Other than they really didn’t sleep before.
2) Other than they’re ABUSING it with all the rolling and humping and …)


:D!!!!!

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

FHDJSKLHFGJKSDHFSDJKHGD!!!!!!!!!!!!1KJLGDFHJLKGDFHJL!!!

ILUSM, PIE. ♥

those are the best reasons ever to be tired and cranky!

[anna-unfolding.livejournal.com]

Other than the drawl: Feel free to work late. Again. as a ring tightened against his balls.

THIS.

Hi, Pie!

[yenny2206.livejournal.com]

Can you write a Merlin/Arthur fic :?

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

I can try! :)

give me one word and I'll give you 30(or so) back.

[ninja-orange.livejournal.com]

OT3333~

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

TOTES!!!

[subtlefire.livejournal.com]

Okay, I know it's many hours later and now I see your husband came home sick so this is all moot (ack, I missed the opportunity to request ficlets!), but really - PORN IS ALWAYS THE ANSWER. And ticky boxes :D

[marguerite-26.livejournal.com]

PORN is always the answer! but writing or reading or reccing? THAT is the question. :)

TICKY!!!