mrstotten
22 February 2015 @ 12:39 am
Give me a character and I'll tell you a story :)  
Finally started with The 100, now on episode 4 and as usual I have fallen in love with some characters.  Also been looking for things to get me in the journaling habit again,  so give me a fandom, and I will give you my favourite male and female characters and why :)
 
 
 
 
mrstotten
22 February 2015 @ 12:34 am
 
Taken from the lovely [personal profile] endeni

Give me a fandom and I'll give you, either in the comments or in a separate post, five unpopular opinions for that particular fandom
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mrstotten
16 February 2015 @ 04:13 pm
much testing  
sorry, done now I hope!

crossposting is a go!
 
 
 
 
mrstotten
16 February 2015 @ 11:11 am
Dipping my toe back in......  
Ok, so spent the weekend trawling my old LJ and realised how much I missed fandom. I have met some of the most amazing people EVER within fandom and count some of them as my closest friends now, and thought, no what I'm gonna jump back in.

Quick update on me, currently running an IT company with some great, but also crazy people who may show up from time to time with names changed to protect the innocent. I am working on my MBA, not written anything in a LONG LONG time, but hoping I may again. Currently got some ficlets that I started for my lovely Verity's birthday.

My baby boy is now nine! and still fills my days with light and laughter :)

Fandom wise, I have fallen back in Love with SPN, although I no longer expect great things, it has pretty boys who are pretty and now uses fanfic as storylines so \o/?? I fell in love with Sterek and although TW itself is disappointing me, the pairings doesn't. Rereading Harry Potter and some HP fic. Love Love Love The Good Wife. Still liking Scandal, and fallen in love with Once Upon a time. Random loves that still come to me include BTVS, Angel, Bones, Merlin, QAF, Glee, SGA, Arrow.

Pairings I still love like breathing, McShep, Sterek, Buffy/Angel, Harry/Draco, Superhusbands. Pairings I still like or can still read. Booth/Brennan, Will/Jack, Dean/Cas, J2??

So over to you guys... whats been happening with all of you??
 
 
Current Mood: excited
 
 
mrstotten
24 July 2012 @ 01:27 pm
 
Ok had to post for a number of reasons. One I've not posted for waaaaay too long, two to say THIS is how you do Catwoman right!!!!



Absolutely LOVED the Dark Knight Rises, spectacular end to a great trilogy, further chat and of course spoilers under the cut.


No seriously, SERIOUS Spoilers under the cut )


In other news, thanks to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] veritas_st I am now addicted to Teen Wolf. I managed to get through the first season on sheer force of will and due to the love of Stiles who now owns my soul and of course Derek/Stiles (Come on it's me, you think I'm going to fall in love and not have a ship!!!)

But second season has been surprisingly good, it has character development, a great cast that just keep getting better and unlike my old boyfriend that I still have a massive crush on (Supernatural) it doesn't kill off all the ladies. AWESOME

So any of the lovely people on flist TW fans?

Anyone?

Bueller?
 
 
mrstotten
02 March 2012 @ 10:23 pm
 
Hola all, hope everyones weekend has gotten off to a new start. I have finally came up with a work life balance that may allow me to actually BE on LJ yay.

As of Friday 6pm I am now no longer working till Monday 8am :)

Had an interesting start to the weekend, my son decided to watch The Mummy Returns for family movie night, whilst Kieran argued for Star Wars, but was beat out with the argument

"But mummy's can EAT Jedi's" which is kinda true and now doing some write or die with the lovely[livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare and I for 800 words of my original fic done yay. Now onto the sequel of I heard your dreams came true which I promised my lovely [livejournal.com profile] veritas_st for her birthday.

What is everyone else up to this weekend? Any exciting plans?
 
 
mrstotten
07 February 2012 @ 10:13 pm
Long shot but hoping flist will come through  
Probably a long shot but flist has came through for me before, does anyone here have an invite code to pinterest?

If so would you be willing to give me one :) *bats eyelashes*
 
 
mrstotten
08 December 2011 @ 02:31 pm
Meme  
Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] veritas_st to distract me from the storm that is scaring the crap outta me.

Give me a pairing and I will tell you:

who is the big spoon/little spoon
what is their favorite non-sexual activity
who uses all the hot water in the morning
what they order from take out
what is the most trivial thing they fight over
who does most of the cleaning
what has a season pass in their DVR
who controls the netflix queue
who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working
who steals the blankets
who leaves their stuff around
who remembers to buy the milk
who remembers anniversaries

If you're lucky I might write a drabble too.
 
 
mrstotten
29 October 2011 @ 11:54 am
LJ Idol - Topic 2  
Three Little Words



It wasn't you

We tried honest

Please don't cry


I hear him saying the words, telling me that none of this is my fault, our fault. It wasn't anything we did, or didn't do. I hear him tell us that he and my mum just stopped loving each other.
I know that's a lie for a start. If she didn't still love him then why is she locked in her room, her tears, loud and painful to hear, like an animal wounded and forgotten. My brother sits next to me, his silence matching mine, until the moment it doesn't and his shoulders start to shake and small muffled sounds start to come from his throat.

I can feel his shame as he tries to hold back the tears. He is fifteen, too old to cry, he is a man, not a boy any more, and he is way too proud to beg the man he idolises to stay, so instead he sits by me, his shoulders flush into mine, pressing hard into me as if hoping I won't dissappear along with the family he loves. I clasp his fingers, wrap them in mine, gripping tight, willing him to understand that I am not leaving, that he will always have me.

I see the guilt in my fathers eyes, the shame. I know that there is more to this story, to his words. There are secrets hiding just beneath the surface, waiting to explode out and wound us all over again, but I also know I won't hear it tonight. The secrets will flood out over the next few weeks, first like a trickle, soft whispers, almost too quiet to be heard, growing and building into into a roaring river of words, unstoppable, unchangeable carried along the tide of delighted whispers of malicous gossip with eyes bright and watchful, peering closely to see if any of their words hit their mark.

She is pregnant
Should be ashamed
Don't cry dear


Their words are like bullets, each one intended to maim, to draw blood, but we don't let them. We hold our heads high and any tears that are shed are done behind closed doors. We don't even cry in front of each other now. The words keep coming but the three of us band together, we form a unit tighter that I thought we could be. My mum on her good days smiles again, her eyes shining and we see a glimpse of the woman we knew before. On her bad days I make dinner while my brother tells her stories about boys from work. We each pretend not to notice her silence and we fill the void with our words.

I have a boyfriend, my brother knows, but she doesn't, not yet. Part of me thinks I don't tell her because I don't want to rub her face in my happieness, but deep down I know it's because I want to keep something for me, something outside of the broken family my dad left behind. I like having somewhere I can go where laughter doesn't sound strange, doesn't echo off the walls.

My dad still comes to visit, growing more and more distant each time. Christmas Day was the worst, less than seven weeks after he left and they decided we should all be together, one last family Christmas. We sit together, no words spoken, I play with the jagged cracks on the table, pretending not to noice how they match my fractured family. No-one reads the jokes, and my mums hat remains folded by her plate, John's hat is torn and mine has slipped from my head. Dad never pulled a cracker.

My birthday comes and my best friend confirms the news, he has a new family, the baby will be born in June. My dad has always only had one son, one daughter. That won't be the case any more. I close my eyes and pray it's not a girl, enough has already changed and I want to remain special. Then I feel ashamed and cancel my date to curl up with my brother and watch a film, settling my head on his shoulder. My little brother is taller than me now, fiercly protective; he deserves to be special too.

The summer comes and I pretend to ignore the date arriving. Robert is part of the family now, my mother welcoming my boyfriend into the fold with loving arms. There are four of us again and in a way it seems to make her happier. When he stays for dinner, she is lighter on her feet, her eyes never have to stray to the empty seat when it is filled.

I am at a birthday party when the news arrives, the interloper is born on the same day as Robert's little sisters second birthday. I hear the words and know the darkness will creep in again, that mum will break again, that the fractures just cracked open again.

Your dad called
Can you come?
It's a boy
 
 
mrstotten
29 October 2011 @ 11:54 am
LJ Idol - Topic 2  
Three Little Words



It wasn't you

We tried honest

Please don't cry


I hear him saying the words, telling me that none of this is my fault, our fault. It wasn't anything we did, or didn't do. I hear him tell us that he and my mum just stopped loving each other.
I know that's a lie for a start. If she didn't still love him then why is she locked in her room, her tears, loud and painful to hear, like an animal wounded and forgotten. My brother sits next to me, his silence matching mine, until the moment it doesn't and his shoulders start to shake and small muffled sounds start to come from his throat.

I can feel his shame as he tries to hold back the tears. He is fifteen, too old to cry, he is a man, not a boy any more, and he is way too proud to beg the man he idolises to stay, so instead he sits by me, his shoulders flush into mine, pressing hard into me as if hoping I won't dissappear along with the family he loves. I clasp his fingers, wrap them in mine, gripping tight, willing him to understand that I am not leaving, that he will always have me.

I see the guilt in my fathers eyes, the shame. I know that there is more to this story, to his words. There are secrets hiding just beneath the surface, waiting to explode out and wound us all over again, but I also know I won't hear it tonight. The secrets will flood out over the next few weeks, first like a trickle, soft whispers, almost too quiet to be heard, growing and building into into a roaring river of words, unstoppable, unchangeable carried along the tide of delighted whispers of malicous gossip with eyes bright and watchful, peering closely to see if any of their words hit their mark.

She is pregnant
Should be ashamed
Don't cry dear


Their words are like bullets, each one intended to maim, to draw blood, but we don't let them. We hold our heads high and any tears that are shed are done behind closed doors. We don't even cry in front of each other now. The words keep coming but the three of us band together, we form a unit tighter that I thought we could be. My mum on her good days smiles again, her eyes shining and we see a glimpse of the woman we knew before. On her bad days I make dinner while my brother tells her stories about boys from work. We each pretend not to notice her silence and we fill the void with our words.

I have a boyfriend, my brother knows, but she doesn't, not yet. Part of me thinks I don't tell her because I don't want to rub her face in my happieness, but deep down I know it's because I want to keep something for me, something outside of the broken family my dad left behind. I like having somewhere I can go where laughter doesn't sound strange, doesn't echo off the walls.

My dad still comes to visit, growing more and more distant each time. Christmas Day was the worst, less than seven weeks after he left and they decided we should all be together, one last family Christmas. We sit together, no words spoken, I play with the jagged cracks on the table, pretending not to noice how they match my fractured family. No-one reads the jokes, and my mums hat remains folded by her plate, John's hat is torn and mine has slipped from my head. Dad never pulled a cracker.

My birthday comes and my best friend confirms the news, he has a new family, the baby will be born in June. My dad has always only had one son, one daughter. That won't be the case any more. I close my eyes and pray it's not a girl, enough has already changed and I want to remain special. Then I feel ashamed and cancel my date to curl up with my brother and watch a film, settling my head on his shoulder. My little brother is taller than me now, fiercly protective; he deserves to be special too.

The summer comes and I pretend to ignore the date arriving. Robert is part of the family now, my mother welcoming my boyfriend into the fold with loving arms. There are four of us again and in a way it seems to make her happier. When he stays for dinner, she is lighter on her feet, her eyes never have to stray to the empty seat when it is filled.

I am at a birthday party when the news arrives, the interloper is born on the same day as Robert's little sisters second birthday. I hear the words and know the darkness will creep in again, that mum will break again, that the fractures just cracked open again.

Your dad called
Can you come?
It's a boy
 
 
mrstotten
26 October 2011 @ 09:11 pm
 
In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

(stolen from [livejournal.com profile] veritas_st
 
 
mrstotten
19 October 2011 @ 09:33 pm
LJ Idol - Topic 1  
When you pray, move your feet.

I talk to God as much as I talk to Satan 'cause I want to hear both sides
Does that make me cynical?
There are no miracles
And this is no miraculous life

We walk into the tide


I am a religous person, well I am in so much that I believe in God (I think the bible is a load of old tosh but that is a discussion for another day). What I don't believe though is that God is the answer to all our prayers, or the source of all our problems.

I have had many events in my life that would have me questioning whether God exists. I suffered several miscarriages and many years of childlessness before being blessed with my son. I have watched people I love suffer with cancer, I've also lost people I love to it. I live in a world where children are hurt, natural disasters claim the lives of thousands, millions and at times like these it is easy to ask - "If there is a God why would he let this happen"

But by the turn of the other hand I have also bore witness to miracles. I watched my mother recover from cancer when we were told to expect the worst. I watched my son survive being born at 24 weeks with less than a 5% chance of survival and seen him defy every prediction to become the bright bubbly boy I love. I have seen the kindness of strangers in times of need - when you open a christmas gift box lovingly prepared and gift wrapped by the local church in a sterile hospital for a child you are told would never see that day it is easy to believe in miracles and the presence of a divine power.

But as comforting as it is to blame or thank a divine power for these things, the hard truth is human beings are at the heart of everything. People who do evil deeds, do so of their own violition and their own free choice. We pollute our planet on a daily basis and then we wonder why it roars back. My miracle son is as much a miracle of modern science and brilliant doctors than an unseen deity. It was a flesh and blood person who handwrapped that Christmas gift for my baby all those years ago, someone with a good heart and a kind soul giving up his or her time to put a smile on someone elses face and allowing them to believe in miracles and although there were times I may have prayed for a miracle when my son was in hospital, it was the love and support of my friends and family that got me through each day with my heart unbroken and sanity intact.

It took me a long time to learn that although God and faith can be strong companions, it is my own drive, my will, my strength, my love for my family and friends and their love for me that drives me forward.

To me religon is no longer about sermons, and brick walls or about good and evil, heaven and hell. I believe in God when I see the sun breaking through a cloud on a bright day, when I feel the crisp crunch of autumn leaves underneath my feet, when I see my child smile a smile full of mischief and enjoyment, full of a joy of life that only children truly appreciate.

But although all of these things help me believe in him, I no longer put my faith solely in him, I trust my own heart, rely on my family and depend on my friends. It is me that keeps my world turning day by day

My faith may keep me going, but it is my own two feet, moving one step after the other that pushes me forward.

This has been my entry for week one of [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol
 
 
mrstotten
16 October 2011 @ 10:51 am
yes I am insane  
Also, not just three posts in one day *shock* apparently I am insane, as I am now signing up for my third go at [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol yay or (WTF am I doing :) )

Hopefully this year, life will not get in the way and try to kill me again.
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mrstotten
16 October 2011 @ 10:46 am
Merlin eps 1 to 3 my thoughts and ramblings  
Ok is anyone watching the new season? and if so

Come and SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE with me ( for [livejournal.com profile] maharet83 who demanded more words :)


SERIOUS spoilers for the first three episodes )
Now over to you guys, thoughts so far?
 
 
mrstotten
02 October 2011 @ 10:13 pm
merlin and hubby  
Sort of tied into the last post but sitting watching Merlin with the hubby and we got to a scene where Merlin was mooning dreamy eyes over Arthur as usual and he said

"Damn Merlin is gay for him"

See the Merlin slash is near enough canon!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
 
 
mrstotten
02 October 2011 @ 07:36 pm
Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell  
Ooooo I like this one. Ok once upon a time I did keep my LJ a secret, and my love for fandom a secret, never really sure why, partly because I wanted something for me and also partly because I wasn't sure what people who had never been involved in, or were even aware of what fandom was would think of my love of squeeing over TV Shows and writing fanfic (especially slash fanfic because so many people still don't get the fascination) Then one day I was lying on the couch cuddling with hubby and he casually said "So I read your gay porn the other day" This led to me choking on my tongue then a long discussion about it and since then I thought know what if the person closest to me knows and has no problem, who gives a toss about anyone else. This has opened up my life in a number of ways, one it means I have people outside fandom to discuss fandom with, which is FUN, yes you still have the odd person who just doesn't get it, and my hubby still doesn't get my fascination with slash fic, but some of the discussions we have had about it have been bloody brilliant. two I have shared my writing with people I wouldnt have before and three, fandom friends have come to stay with me, and I have gone to visit them to the extent that my fandom life and my 'real' life have crashed and collided together. The people I text and email every day are a mix of fandom friends and local friends. My family know of and love some of my closest friends. My hubby personally thinks [livejournal.com profile] autumn_lilacs with her love of drag racing and ability to make a working car out of two bobby pins and a piece of thread is amazing. He thinks my treehouse goddess girls all sound nuts but very funny and that [livejournal.com profile] nachekana is a special kind of crazy. My sister in law thinks my hockey loving wifey [livejournal.com profile] faithbeckett and the NY dream chasing and florida native [livejournal.com profile] sablier_bloque sound awesomely cool and that [livejournal.com profile] veritas_st and [livejournal.com profile] dreamersdare are the coolest people to ever be stuck in a blizzard with and my little boy thinks his auntie V [livejournal.com profile] veritas_st sounds like but is prettier than Kate Middleton and is like a Princess cos she is English. So I have to admit I am more than happy that my LJ is my worst kept secret as it has opened up my world and relationships in a very unique way. Also in closing for those that do want to keep their LJ a secret, don't use a name people associate with you, google brought me up in my hubbys first search :P
 
 
mrstotten
01 October 2011 @ 12:11 am
RPS Fic and Merlin Uploads  
Ok I blame this totally on [livejournal.com profile] yvonnereid but hey it got me writing again. Oh and Merlin is back again tomorrow yay, if anyone on my flist wants the eps uploaded give me a shout.


Title A picture is worth a thousand words
Pairing Gale/Randy (RPS) mentions of Wincest and some Vampire Diaries incest
Rating NC-17
Words 1,000
Summary “Wait how come you know what vampire diaries is? You watched vampire diaries….seriously”

Totally unbetad, but cheered on by the always wonderful [livejournal.com profile] veritas_st yay V I wrote something


smut under the cut )
 
 
mrstotten
11 September 2011 @ 11:21 pm
hello again naturally  
Peeks round corner

*waves*

"Hello...............hello anyone still here talking to me?"

Yep I am here and alive promise have been through a hectic few weeks in which

my laptop died forever and had to be replaced with shiny new machine

I left paid employment and started the wonderful world of Self Employment which I can tell you about in a separate post if you like being bored :P

and

I was sick, then better, then sick and I go back into hospital tomorrow (Damn I hate hospitals)

I have also fallen in love with

Captain America, Suits, Criminal minds and old SPN


How has everyone else been?
 
 
mrstotten
11 September 2011 @ 11:21 pm
hello again naturally  
Peeks round corner

*waves*

"Hello...............hello anyone still here talking to me?"

Yep I am here and alive promise have been through a hectic few weeks in which

my laptop died forever and had to be replaced with shiny new machine

I left paid employment and started the wonderful world of Self Employment which I can tell you about in a separate post if you like being bored :P

and

I was sick, then better, then sick and I go back into hospital tomorrow (Damn I hate hospitals)

I have also fallen in love with

Captain America, Suits, Criminal minds and old SPN


How has everyone else been?
 
 
mrstotten
17 August 2011 @ 11:01 am
 
Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] verits_st cos I need something to kick start my muse


The first ten people to comment in this post get to request that I write a ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing (that I know). In return, they may choose to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

Will promise at least 500 words per ficlet :p