Dream on

First off, gigantic *HUGS* to those who need and wabnt them.

second off.. fannishness. I spent a bit reading the Lordi book again and holy fiuck did I squee. cause guys? No matter how bad we are, the guy behind Mr. Lordi is still a hell of a lot worse. that dude is SUCH a fucking fanboy. *g* (Also, fuck buit that book is giving me too mabny RPS ploot bunnies. cause damn it, it is jsut.. damn. damn, DAMN. *shakes head*)

in mroe serious news, i need to find a new place. I knew this was too good to be true - toomies are utter neat freak *sigh* god, if only i had net access in my room, i would stay thhere all the time. they bitch passive acressively on notes about everything. *shudder* I am gonna be looking for a new place sure as hell...

Title: Confession
Author: Yours truly
Rating: Nc-17
Pairing: Dima/Awa, implied Lordi/Dima, Lordi/Awa, Lordi/Dima/Awa
Summary: In the aftermath, a confession
Warnings. all the usual apply
AN: Part of the Toys series, follows COllar. also, this has been sitting on my HD way too long. aplogies for the wait.
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So. Lordi's Rocktaurant. Opened last night. Guess who managed to, I shit you not, borrow the money to go with from her fututre boss/referral dude in exchange for bakery favours?

Yeah. Holyfuckinghell.

had about 13 minutes to make tit to the bus, a mile though snowfall so you can imagine I mmanaged to forget my handbvag, therefore camera and stuff. see headdesk. but - no worries!

I was the third one on the line for non-invited folks. And the #3 and #4? they were a) awesome and b) had camera phones. *g* they also solved my problem of where I would spentd the night - arma for the win there. Oh, karma for the win. THey invited me to crash their hotel room,w hcih led to some eyebrow-raising jokes later. ("EWe can share a chair, we'll be sharing a bed anyway")

So.. once in - wo-ah. as in, HOLY FUCKING GOD. the place looks awesome. and, we walkj past Mr. Lordi talking to people a- s in, yeah, heä's 3 dfeet form me. see ara sowoon. or maybe swooning vame later, cause while w ehung out, chatted, and had fun frinkinghard Rock hallelujahs and.. no idea what thta red devil + koskenkorva stuff was called... well, there were two times when I got to be photographed with him.a n, I have an autograph. (I also told himt aht he was shorter than I thought he would be,, which led to him prtetyty much saying "Well, I canöt get any fucking boots higher than these" *g*)

Now, the part that I did not find pout until Pirjo told me this morning while we were having early lunch? Um.. while she was taking the first photo, she laso tooks me video. I believe tujhis viideo ivolves Mr. Lordi FIXING UP MY BLOODY VEST BECUUSE I AM HAVIGN A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION AND NOT REALIZING IT! *facepalm* yes, that vest.t he one that puts my boobies on a paltte.r they ahd apparently galen out, or at least one had. cnaöt waiut to see the video...*dies*

So,a fterwards - around 2 i think? we headed to the hotel my new friends were staying. And ont he way there...w ell, there was McDonalds, there was Ninni kisign a passign santa and telling himt aht amen should get a pair of wlaking sticks, in Marimekko design, for chreismtas. tat the hotel there was more general tomfoolery and lewd carols and so forth until we piled up the beds and went to sleep. which was amusing - 2 beds, three people So ok, three and a half - Pirjo was 6 months pregnant :D

In the morning we got up and mustered out,a nd, well, it was at a coffeeshop where the revelationw as had that a) had not known that LORDI HAD HIS CLAWS NEQAR MY BOOBS and that Pirjo had taped it. *shakes head* holy hell,t aht wa sjust.... well, I swore.a lot.a nd facepalmed. A ton. after that we went to have some pizza,t hen went to the bus station and parted ways -t ehy made their way tot he railway stationt o go to thir respective places of origin.

All I can say is... holy fuick. i think THIS is now the #1 awesomest night out wver. Canöt wait to get the pics from them. abd the video. Holy fuckj the video. (I will look awful, btw. nomakeup and half-assed lcothes cause I ahd like, oh, 5 minutes to get ready?)

But yeah. HOLY FUCKING GOD that was awesome.

Gmail is advertising Transformers T-shirts to me. WHose fault is this, I wonder?


In other news, my nano is so badly stuck and behind that I am contemplating writing Lordi/Dracula. Even if it would nbe impossible to figure out which one of them would be on top.

Crisis averted. I think. but if someone is tgoing to talk to me baout anything relationg to my.. past issues invloving men in general.. anytimne soon,t heyare going toget an earful.

I got a text from cousin asking if i will babysit if they go to the bar. i said yah - cause the money, while not very good, is enough to get me a concert t-shirtt.. so 9i shall do it.

and in other news, I am even more convinced I will get my Awa tattoo. Because she just kicks ass so mucn.

So... i am still feeling a bit meh. i think i am getting sick, which is of the suck - i want to be in top condition for tomorrow night, damn it *sulks* Depression sucks... why did it have to hit now?

In any case,k today is touristy day - ia m off to Dundee for the day, to ssee the Glamis castle and do a lot of rewsearch, hopefully :D then tonight, it is the bus to London... *sighs happily* I am vaguely surte that i will just end up throwing my things at the hostedel and putting on my costume before i go wait at the FOrum. taking into account how early people got there in Brimingham...

*hugs everyone*

So, i was bitching about my inability to write at #Monster-squad and Steiner threw me a prompt. inspired by the words "Green" and "Battle" and metal_equine's icon... I give you "Sexy Green Eyes"

Title: Sexy Green eyes
Author: Me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Guess :P
A/N: Prompts "Green, battle"

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So, according to <2a href="http://www.iltasanomat.fi/viihde/uutinen.asp?id=1236669">this article (In FInnish), a little girl was nbamed Awa Lumia.Obviously after Awa.

That's all for now.

I. hate. My. Brain.

Why, you ask?

You see, I ahd this very lovely dream...... and then my brian cut it off for something totally irrelevant. not even a ron of kitties at a later point helped.

So what is the dream, you ask? Welkl, the interesting part was some concerrt hall or other - with Lordi. and for some reaosn, he was coming to the audience - I donöt know why he wasnöt bmobbed, but he waleked amongst us. he first wenrt to someone to my left, then someone to my right - i franticlaly looked for something for him to sign and did fins, and wthen pretty much went puppydog-eyes when he was going past me.... he signed it and said something - i donöt even recallw hat but I recall with startling clarity what I tolfd him "I'd rtather be your slavve" *cough* I pretty much was about to panic ther ebut he grinned and told me where and when to meet him. *swoons'

So, I go there - and was 3 minutes late, eep! Damn Dipoli full of crazy people! and what happens?

I get to follow him to the conviniently located dark forest.

the next thing I know is that I'm on the ground, he's on top of me and there is fdefinitely interestingness going on....

and then the fucking thing gets interrupted by some sort of internet missives form my childhood friends. the whol e dream was fuckeda t that poiint - I knew he was there, jsut waitingfor me, just as I'd get rid of these friends and then my mom and cats and.. argggh! I hatehtatehatehatehate my brain! *groans' Why does it have to torment me so? WHY?!?!

so yeah, Arqa woke up v. frustrated.a nd has a ton of cleaning to do tosday *le sigh*

More Lordific. Just cause I can :D

Title: Mirrors
Author: Yours Truly
Rating. hard R
Pairings: Dima/Awa, implied Lordi/Dima, Lordi/Dima/Awa
Summary: Reflections don't always come from mirrors.
Warnings: graphic sex, duh
A/N: Part of the Toys series; follows Promise.

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