truthiness_aura

Halloween 2011

2011-10-30T21:44:08Z

Just finished this year's Halloween pumpkin. I meant to print out a pattern but forgot and decided to just freehand draw some stuff.

My brother's comment was "Only a genetics researcher would carve that." Au contraire! A genetics researcher OR a fantasy buff. Fortunately I fit both criteria.

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Comment fic, "Red Silk", PG-13

2011-05-16T01:50:51Z

Squirreling this away for posterity. Written for the comment fic fest on cap_ironman , which is filled with quietly magnificent fic you should go read. The prompt is from the lovely muccamukk and goes like this:

"Steve has found, over the years, that getting tied up really turns him on. Now all he has to do is figure out how to tell Tony."

( tie bondage, tie bondage everywhere )

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Thor: Reactions, No Spoilers

2011-05-08T23:56:46Z

Honestly, I could fill the rest of this entry with "ooh Heimdall oooh", because, well.

( no spoilers, honest, but just in case )

oooh Heimdall

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I'm torn between sniffling and cheering.

2010-09-06T22:40:42Z

This week I found out who Bill Millin is. Or was, I suppose; he passed away in mid-August.

Here's his obituary at the Economist.

Bill Millin played the bagpipes at the D-Day landings. He landed on Sword Beach, on June 6 of 1944, wearing a small ceremonial dagger and carrying his pipes, with no other weapons on him. He played for his brigade as they stormed the beach, as they crossed bridges under sniper fire; the German snipers later said they thought he was a madman, and so held their fire.

Gentlemen, this is why you do not fuck with the Scottish.

Good on you, Mr. Millin. In the past, I've wanted to laugh, hearing bagpipes. I don't think I will again.

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truthiness_aura @ 2009-11-16T00:42:00

2009-11-16T05:42:29Z

I'm just here for the smut.

No, really.

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