Artist: coffeestudies
Fandom: Burn Notice
Characters/Pairing: Michael Westen
Description: When you're a spy you don't always end up in the coolest of places. You can, however, make suggestions.
Artist's Notes: I made this way back when and was totally surprised when I found it today as I opened my 'in progress' folder, so I apologize to anyone whose brushes, textures, or caps I might have used without giving credit here because I can't for the holy loving crap of it remember if I did and where I got it from.




Feedback makes my spider senses tingle. ;)

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nairie, frightened_eyes, shivaluna and I talked about how until now Trek fandom was like the house you lived in your whole life. There's dad you sit with at the kitchen table and talk about stuff and life and what you're supposed to do with it. And with your cool aunt you sit for hours at the window in the attic and talk about all the places you want to go to and and what you're willing to do to get there. Of course, there's also your older brother who's rather complicated and a little bit troubled but he always takes you to exciting places and you learn a lot just by being with him. You also like the distant cousin even though he never quite seems to fit in because he just keeps ignoring the rules (secretly, that's why you like him because he's doing it in a pretty cool way). And then there's grandpa who everyone looks up to because he built this house and he's still a shipload of fun for the stories he tells are liquid awesome and the beginning of everything!

Once in a while everyone gets to be bitchy and stupid but generally everybody's having a grand time.

But! Grandpa was recently cloned in a strange but totally scientific way and now all the new kids come to your house and want to spend time with him and say 'grandpa' is a stupid name and clone!grandpa is way cooler than original!grandpa anyway. (Admittedly, unlike original!grandpa he goes bowling instead of playing cards and is fashionable and stuff...) And the new kids lock themselves in the bathroom all the time where they make weird noises, they use totally new ingredients when cooking and the house smells for hours. However, the house hasn't been that exciting in a long time.

Summarily, we should have two bathrooms.

And this is where the story unexpectedly ends without an ending. ;)

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x-posted to fans_in_berlin

Happy Birthday, thefabone!

( So. Star Trek. I liked it. I liked it whole bunch. In fact, I got sucked right into it. Which might also be due to the fact that we sat only a half-assed popcorn shot away from the screen. But oh. )

Some time last year we were asked to create a poster of some sort. I decided to use a Torchwood image (from 2.03 To the Last Man) to make a flyer type of thing for Torchwood Three, the band with the somewhat different attitude toward music. ;)

Team-building exercise, Day 4: creating a band. (Their commercial success was rather limited since their lyrics were somewhat outlandish for their time and they never succeeded in conveying how much fun they actually had with making music. But maybe that wasn't the point at all.)


( The first goth!country band of Cardiff! )

It began with me having a bad day and the tendency to insert police boxes into everything.



( And then I needed a backstory. )

So I need a place to store these. Why don't I have a del.icio.us account, I wonder?

( Thar be Cardassian exiles and pretty doctors )

I made a birthday present for a friend of mine. It's this picture which is now printed and framed and surely makes my friend's room the prettiest in the whole house.

This might look cool without the story but I'm gonna tell it anyway. I really wanted to shag liked that guy and he wanted to shag liked me right back and so he said I could totally name his (disguised) car TARDIS. Yay! And I did. A whole afternoon long. And then some. That I would get a ride IN THE TARDIS. And that I prefer riding IN THE TARDIS. And that, really, the best way to get from A to B is INSIDE THE TARDIS! Yay! And here's a picture of how we traveled (or a close approximation thereof). The TARDIS is in transition between car and phone box and therefore looks kinda wood-y. Or the Chameleon circuit is just broken again.

Oh, and yeah, I kissed a boy in a TARDIS! I'm so gonna still tell my grandchildren that.




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Images and wood-texture: vortex #1, vortex #2 and CGTextures.

...in which the Doctor and The Master stand on some rocks. And then the Doctor needs to lie down.



( Come into my Blue Box )

aww. season three, good old times. when the writers didn't quite seem to be such drug-crazed bastards, jumping universes every other episode. ("rodney, are we still together in this episode or have we switched to a parallel universe where you so charmingly unconvincing try to prove your straightism?" - "i don't know, john. why can't we just sneak past the writers and make out?")

anyhow. this is the conversation from 3.10 The Return Pt1. only with words. and pictures. and sad snowflakes.



words
ryan adams - city rain, city streets
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images & textures
are made by me

Ryan Adams - "City Rain, City Streets"

Oh, the city rain
It floods the city streets
And in my city bed
Out of my fuckin' head
Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing in space?

And all the city snow
Freezes the Chelsea Hotel
It stones the Chelsea girls
It stones the Chelsea boys
Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing in space?

How does your body feel today?
I forgot to ask
Genius in a hospital bed
With briar-patch hair, just isn't fair
Takin' bullets for the team of bad boys, how is it up there?
Takin' bullets for the team,
I really miss you
I really miss you
I really miss you
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
And you died, you died, you really died
Died, died, you really died

I am going to push them way
Fall into the leaves of the winter trees
Drowning, slowly, lonely, my city of rain

ok, look, ...shit.



my heart just stopped, just a fraction of a second, no more. but it did.

i dunno why some people go on about being silly for mourning the future loss of tennant's doctor - apparently it's just a silly tv show.

wtf?

the very same people have no problem with squee-ing over a fucking strand of tennant's hair; if anything that's a bit silly. but not being real sad about a great actor leaving the whoniverse! so, go on! be silly. or, you know, crazysadandalittlemad. it's okay, we all feel the same.

omg, david gray, what's with the bleeping and onking?? there was a time when you trusted your voice to seal the deal. and you were right.

and now you have to plaster a keyboard and fake drums over it? Why? WHYYYYYYY?

oh gawd.

just half an hour ago i wasn't sure at all whether or not i want to go out tonight. but now i am, and i do. because all my freaking friends are apparently out and about; probably having the time of their lives. hmmpf.

EVEN MY FREAKING MUM IS OUT! (or sleeping. which would be a great relief to my currently lame-feeling self.)

AND NOW I AM LISTENING TO NICKELBACK OH GOD.


hmm. better get myself cleaned up though. had the bestest nights out when going alone before after all.

just lost an awesome piece iconage.  :(

WHY MUST JIM FREEZE WHEN I WAS JUST STARTING TO ICON AGAIN???!?
i'll just assume that he was so jealous of john sheppard who i was swooning over for many half-hours without paying any attention to him that he decided to put an end to this outrageous behavior. oh gawd, i'm never gonna get it like that again!  *whiiiiiiiiine*

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