As you may or may not know, the DH was trained as a hairdresser (back in the day.) He was a teenager, and a gothic, and this move was designed entirely to get some tail. (I’m told it worked terrifically.) But he really didn’t enjoy it. At. All. Not a “people person,” you see. Plus, […]
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Midnight Walk

My official Walker’s Pack for St. Anne’s Midnight Walk arrived yesterday. I was suddenly very nervous. What if I can’t raise the £50 I’m suppose to? What if I DIE in the middle of the walk? I mean… It’s TEN MILES. My Walker’s Pack arrived yesterday with my map, sponsorship form and (very pink) tee-shirt. […]
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Rhiwderyn Craft Fayre
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My Week in Words
CATEGORY: UncategorizedIt’s been a long, long time since I’ve posted. I know and I apologise xamillion. This rollercoaster they call Depression has not been a fun ride. On the “up” days, I feel normal. On the “down” days, I feel… It’s not even worth going into. I’m not going to promise to post more often – […]
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Fanfiction: Goldilocks and the Threesome
Maintaining a stable relationship within Starfleet could be hard work – some likened it to negotiating with Klingons. Arranging shore leave together for a little ‘quality time’ could be even harder. When it involved the ship’s captain, chief science officer and chief medical officer, it was that much harder to keep a relationship going – […]
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Fanfiction: Welcome Home
Spock stood, absolutely still, by the small window in his quarters staring, without seeing, at the starscape beyond. He fought his own impatience and the urge to pace. They had returned from the away mission well over an hour ago; he should have heard something by now. What could be taking Leonard so long? Was […]
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Fanfiction: A Good Beating
“It is not logical that a proven failure in the bedroom would be capable of pleasing a man such as Jim.” “Now just wait a minute! What do you mean ‘proven failure’?” “Your ex-wife claimed you were less than satisfying, did she not?” “You leave that lying harpy out of this…” Jim stood in the […]
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Wondra Vanian
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