fic pointer, soccer, work, to-do for the weekend
hp_rarities has had its reveal. I wrote a pinch-hit for
opheliet:
Inebriation
Lily/Sirius (main), Regulus/Sirius. NC-17. ~4,300 words.
Lily would hesitate to call Sirius Black her first love. She would call him her first, most magnificent fuck, maybe, or her first experimentation, but if it came down to it she would deny any sort of emotional attachment.
Pay attention to the heavy adultery warning!
Soccer/football. Quarter final yesterday:
Who would have thought??? I totally didn't!
After the match, all of Berlin was a huge party zone, partying, singing, drunk fans clogging the streets, blocking traffic and public transportation. It was... amazing. Our victory in Monday against Austria, a meagre 1:0, had been very disappointing, so to see us return in this manner and win against Portugal was... god. Just great.
[ETA: Just watched Croatia-Turkey, and holy cow, we're up against Turkey? Fucking hell. I'm scared of what'll happen on Wednesday at the semi final! Berlin has a huge Turkish community, so... Eep.]
Work: is making me unhappy. I don't like our four new people at all. I feel like they're looking down on me because I'm only 19, and sadly they aren't people of intelligence; that I feel kinda superior makes me feel bad, but I can't help it. They say stuff about things that are a) ignorant and b), in response, make me defensive about my own beliefs. I don't think they see me as someone who can actually have a somewhat informed conversation about any topic of importance, and that makes me both furious and self-conscious. Bah.
To-do for the weekend:
Plans for the weekend include: watching the other three quarter finals and going to the FĂȘte de la Musique, one of the greatest music festivals happening all over Berlin. Which essentially means half of my weekend cannot be spent working on write-y things. :(
Inebriation
Lily/Sirius (main), Regulus/Sirius. NC-17. ~4,300 words.
Lily would hesitate to call Sirius Black her first love. She would call him her first, most magnificent fuck, maybe, or her first experimentation, but if it came down to it she would deny any sort of emotional attachment.
Pay attention to the heavy adultery warning!
Soccer/football. Quarter final yesterday:
Germany : Portugal
3 : 2
3 : 2
Who would have thought??? I totally didn't!
After the match, all of Berlin was a huge party zone, partying, singing, drunk fans clogging the streets, blocking traffic and public transportation. It was... amazing. Our victory in Monday against Austria, a meagre 1:0, had been very disappointing, so to see us return in this manner and win against Portugal was... god. Just great.
[ETA: Just watched Croatia-Turkey, and holy cow, we're up against Turkey? Fucking hell. I'm scared of what'll happen on Wednesday at the semi final! Berlin has a huge Turkish community, so... Eep.]
Work: is making me unhappy. I don't like our four new people at all. I feel like they're looking down on me because I'm only 19, and sadly they aren't people of intelligence; that I feel kinda superior makes me feel bad, but I can't help it. They say stuff about things that are a) ignorant and b), in response, make me defensive about my own beliefs. I don't think they see me as someone who can actually have a somewhat informed conversation about any topic of importance, and that makes me both furious and self-conscious. Bah.
To-do for the weekend:
- go through the spn_j2_bigbang fic (of 66K!) I've been sent to work on
Snupin fic: write ~1.5K; find beta- Wordlessly (aka the SPN fic o' doom): post-beta edit #1 of part the first; bring up overall word count to 8.5K (+ ~2K)
- riding!AU (Snupin): edit; bring up overall word count to 7K
- J2 AU Summer Love Challenge: write plot outline
Plans for the weekend include: watching the other three quarter finals and going to the FĂȘte de la Musique, one of the greatest music festivals happening all over Berlin. Which essentially means half of my weekend cannot be spent working on write-y things. :(