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Jun. 24th, 2019


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Nothing like waking up in the morning and finding that the reservoir for your coffee maker has decided to spring a big fat leak and spill water all over your counter and floor.

Happy freaking Monday to me.

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One thing I definitely did not miss about civilian life? Standing in line at the grocery store on a Sunday afternoon.

Miracle I came out of that place alive.

Jun. 11th, 2019


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I just had my first wreck in years. I swear that rock came out of nowhere.

May. 31st, 2019


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I spent most of today out in the wilderness. Good exercise and practice for when I'm on a dig, only without the bullets and traps.

May. 29th, 2019


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A weekend biking through the mountains was amazing. I should do it more often.

May. 28th, 2019


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Well it turns out that I can still be surprised by my clients and their requests. They want a costume party/BBQ for the Fourth of July. And while I normally hate the idea of costumes except for Halloween from what we’ve talked about so far I can’t say I actually hate this one.

May. 27th, 2019


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Something, not law related to binge on Netflix.

Go!

Oct. 1st, 2017


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I think I got overthrown in my dreams. Like a coup.

They came for me in my beautiful ice palace after I made my sister leave. I think a couple of those guards were actually trying to kill me.

Sep. 3rd, 2017


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I'm not sure what is more disturbing, the dreams or the insane amount of pumpkin spice everything. A bloke can't walk down the street without being assaulted by the stuff. I don't get it. Why is the bloody stuff so popular?

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And here I make my first post on this cesspool of a website as a married man. Quite exciting, no? Thanks to those who came out to the Roger and surrounding private beach last night - we didn't finish our raucous until the wee morning hours, in fact. It was nice to see friends and family who were both here already and those who returned to celebrate with us. The pictures are still a work in progress but I'll show one of the unprofessional variety.

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I'm either quite glad to be married or out of the ceremony clothes, or my bum just got grabbed again.

But at any rate, Regina and I will leave for our honeymoon in a week or so. When we return, I'd like to get cracking with a new temporary assistant at JR Investigations, so, if you're interested in PI work give me a shout. Perhaps if things work out it can become permanent - business is booming, after all.

Aug. 24th, 2017


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I'm starting to think the reason infrastructure across the country suffers is that Orange County eats up the budget all by itself. If it's not portals gouging holes in the streets, it's craters in the middle of nowhere spewing demons. This is why insurance premiums are so damn high.

In slightly lighter news, there will be a celebratory party at the Crowne Plaza Costa Mesa, outdoors and pool side, drinks and snacks, a week from this Friday. Probably a little narcissistic to throw my own engagement party, but I hardly care. Jean put a ring on it, I plan to have as many parties as possible to show off my future wife.

Anyone is welcome, naturally, but gifts are more certainly not welcome -unless you're bestowing praises on my redhead, feel free to do that.

Aug. 16th, 2017


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Oh, right, this thing does exist, doesn't it? It's been a minute since I've posted. Killian and I are wrapping the last of the wedding details and got some photos back from our engagement photoshoot - it wasn't anything terribly sappy like looking into each other's eyes with a sunset backdrop, no. The spoofs/gag reel of it was entertaining, and this one brings me back to the eighties. I'll never make that face in my life again.

My dreams have finished but aren't forever done, I don't think. My Evil Queen counterpart of my dream counterpart (confusing, yes, I'm aware) became her own person and frolicked off with an evil version of Robin Hood with a ring on her finger. I'm forever stuck with my now magic less sister whose...still in the picture, not entirely sure how but she is. Overall, I'll just enjoy whatever break I have between that round of dreams and the new ones. Weddings, first baby birthdays, all those exciting milestones.

I'll be trying out this Apprentice's Wand for a very distanced trip soon. If it can transport us to realms in one piece then I'm confident it can make it to Spain. Here's hoping it doesn't hiccup and drop is on Oz or Wonderland, that'd be our luck.

Aug. 11th, 2017


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Alright, bitches, I'm just gonna come out and say it.

So there's like a good chance I'm going to do something stupid in these dreams and, say, oh, sacrifice myself to do some kind of portal-closing that may or may not result in my death.

And in the effort to prepare and not scare the living crap out of my boyfriend or brother (depending whose house I'm at) in case it carries over, is there anyone that can do some kind of resurrection voodoo shit? You know, the kind that brings me back like a normal person and not a zombie or whatever. And that doesn't involve someone going to some kind of version of an afterlife to fetch my soul.

Thanks Valarnet. I'm only freaking out a little

Aug. 10th, 2017


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I haven't made it to the County Fair once yet and it's only here until Sunday. I will be making it there before it leaves. I haven't been to it in a few years and when I was little we went every year. Has anyone gone this year?

Aug. 4th, 2017


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I think my parents meant well in the dreams, but constantly reinforcing that what happened had been my fault and that I should conceal my emotions wasn't exactly healthy and I'm already an anxious person, these dreams aren't helping.

These dreams aren't any fun any more.

Aug. 2nd, 2017


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Hard to believe that in exactly a month, I'll be married. If you'd asked me whether or not I thought I'd be here about three years ago, I'd have laughed wholeheartedly. Ah, how things change. But at least for this wedding (unlike in my dreamland - plus that wedding was officiated by Jiminy Cricket and interrupted by a curse or something, what else is new), it'll happily involve my very first love. The ocean, and my ship. The Roger's all ready to go to host a gathering and most are invited provided that you don't act like a twat. Or try to curse us because I will bloody well kill you.

Our daughter's also turning one a week later, so while we'll spend our wedding night someplace fun the trip to Spain won't come until after we've celebrated with her and friends. She's already got an outfit but she needs a wee cake to smash, I presume. Something not with baby fondant, if anyone's got suggestions.

Jul. 25th, 2017


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I had the strangest dream last night. I was a child, but I could make ice and snow. Anna and I would play together. It could be the hottest summer and it didn't matter, we could always go sledding.

Jul. 24th, 2017


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It really should not be surprising that a dark ops group that fake their recruits deaths would be prepared to completely destroy each and every one of them with an automatic fail safe. And yet, here I sit, surprised.

On a less deathy note; wtf does one do with apple trees? Someone failed to inform me that my property has about six apple trees in the damn yard and the birds are starting to piss me off.

Jul. 21st, 2017


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I moved back to California after years in London at University and I feel like I'm in a waiting pattern. Waiting for job interviews, mostly, but also waiting to feel like I'm actually home.

I'm Elsa.

Jul. 7th, 2017


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It's rather irritating how your dreams stop whacking you over the head when you try to sleep, at least for the time being (though after getting married and maintaining some semblance of 'happy ending' I'm not certain where else this codswallop can go) though you still continue to get gifts. Especially ones that remind you of what an awful person you once were - though really, it's quite fitting for a pirate to keep murder trophies as shinies in a sea chest. Rings and other assorted jewelry, along with an empty bottle of booze and a spyglass. I've such use for this here, truly. Or not.

Anyway, hope you lot enjoyed the Fourth of July. I admit I don't understand the need for such patriotism, but then again, I don't understand Thanksgiving either. Or how embarrassing Americans are in general.

Though I will say if you're in need of a greasy breakfast for a hangover cure, the British do it right. I've been staring at that for ages and it makes me want to take a trip to Belfast even more. Not sure if they've got the ostrich eggs but an Ulster fry shining with grease ought to hit the spot.

Jul. 6th, 2017


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The name's George and I just moved to dear ol'America.

Seems I moved into my new place just a wee bit too late actually. I missed all the fireworks, now whit am I going to unpack to, yeah? Side note: why is it so bloody hot here? I feel like I am wearing a wool jumper when I'm not. Gaunnae take a look around soon. Get a lay of the land and all that.

Och, right, starting Uni in the fall. Irvine to be exact.

Jul. 5th, 2017


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Blazing bollocks of fire it is hot outside.

But never fear. We've a cool, air-conditioned tavern here at The Hanged Man. Our latest special involves seeing whose the lucky bastard who can locate all of the phallic symbols carved around the establishment - one can guess who is the artist behind that - and come to me with the accurate number and show me all the locations. This lucky winner will get a complimentary keg of our home-brewed Rat's Dropping (it's a beer, tastes better than it sounds, I promise) and a free week of all-you-can-drink-and-eat.

And a chance to grab my bum, so don't miss out on this.

(Yes, I'm a serious business owner.)

Jun. 19th, 2017


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I feel as if I should post this for my sister's sake, but I assume many of you would be intrigued by such a stellar invention. Los Angeles isn't terribly far either. Thank fuck it doesn't taste like licorice - I was introduced to the wonders of horchata by my fiancee and I'm quite the believer now.

It was certainly a black ice cream kind of weekend, however. Got drunk, sunburned, and attacked by a kraken while out at sea - the first two are expected, but the latter was sort of an annoyance. I at least managed to steal some of its blood as a benefit from the ordeal. Still, the sailing adventure overall was jolly good fun and I'm reminded how much I truly love the majesty of my briny mistress.

Jun. 5th, 2017


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We really should tag these bloody network posts or something. Because I've got a feeling the question 'what the fuck should I do with an engagement ring that popped up in this universe?' has been asked before. It's rather nice, actually, but the ring I gave my fiancee here is much better. You'd also think it would be awkward getting a ring meant for someone else but it's not - I'm engaged to the right person now, she's married to the right person for her, and the only awkward thing about this anal thunder was that there was an actual musical number during our dream wedding.

I'm so bloody glad I didn't start singing with the rest of you lot, and I don't plan to sing on my actual wedding day either.

Anyway, hopefully my fiancee still wants to get us on the same health insurance on that magical day in September after all, because look what I've recently brought home:

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His name's Prince Charming and I feel good about my chances since I've caught Regina snuggling him too.

May. 22nd, 2017


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Why in the bloody hell do these dreams have to continue? Though I suppose the cliffhanger they ended at before was a bit awkward. And you know what else is awkward? Wanting to propose to your dream ladyfriend and getting a blessing from her father - only to realise that you were the one who murdered your would-be fiancee's grandfather. Neither she or her father know that, of course, because I seem intent on keeping it a secret. Since clearly a secret like that is a way to get someone to accept your proposal.

It was a robbery gone wrong, mind you. I just thought he was some twat whose carriage me and my crew looted, and then dumped the body on the side of the road. Sorry, Swan. I didn't kill anyone you're related to here, I assure you.

Well, anyway, all of this nonsense means a certain Savior has returned from the alternate universe she was sucked into. And we finally know who was clearly sent to kill her from yet another alternate universe. Do you have a headache yet? I certainly do.

Did receive a harpoon out of it though. It's enchanted, and why wouldn't it be? Perhaps this will come in handy next time I want to locate wayward souls, or potentially spear a squid for supper.

Apr. 14th, 2017


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Sorry to those who do the sparkling latte whosits (I'm still not certain what that is, or even what a latte itself is - that's not quite how we drink our coffee in Northern Ireland) but it appears you're going to be up against some stiff competition soon here. I'll bet my next paycheque that my sister will want ten of these.

At any rate, managed to give away the Shears of Destiny - to its somewhat rightful owner, at least. Now I just need to hold a yard sale for all the other junk I've received. Like a heavy black cloak from my Dark One days or a sand dollar from Neverland - they can send or receive holographic messages, which seems quite advanced for a medieval era but magic is always ahead of its time, isn't it? Though it seems kind of moot here anyway, what with the invention of mobile phones now.

Apr. 1st, 2017


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Americans are so strange. Today is a day for pranks and you announce that you are pregnant or gay, or you try to harm each other, for the purpose of entertainment? In France we just put fish on each others' backs. Sometimes the media says things or makes bad jokes but no one is pregnant.

I have never sounded more like a Frenchman in my life and I am a little disgusted with myself.

I have put fish in the store. If you find them then I will give you my discount.

Mar. 12th, 2017


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What does one do when their older brother, who has two children and a ... fairly decent wife, decides to drop the 'I'm gay' bombshell, having gotten to the point of wanting to live honestly with himself, and wishes to tell a horribly conservative and grossly judgemental father that he's divorcing his wife to shack up with his very male lover?

Considering I know what my father is capable of, regardless of how grown we are, I'm not entirely sure Christian knows what he's doing. Other than finally being honest about things. The sweet thing doesn't fully understand my concerns either.

Mar. 10th, 2017


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Americans and their interpretation of St. Patrick's Day never ceases to amaze me. In Ireland it was once a subdued sort of thing, pubs even closed early, until the massive parade in Dublin began to emerge on a yearly basis and then later it turned into a festival.

But the shamrocks (by the way, the real national symbol of Ireland is the harp) and turning rivers green, that was all on you Yanks. It's a bit ridiculous but many things are these days. I, personally, will be at a bar distinctly not decked out in green for that night - but I can guarantee it'll be a spot with the best Irish whiskey.

Also someone tell me what the bloody hell I'm supposed to do with 'shears of destiny,' since like most everything else in Storybrooke they caused enough trouble. You can use them to sever the ties to your own destiny, but how are you supposed to even know what your destiny is? Isn't that dangerous? A question for the ages, perhaps.

Mar. 7th, 2017


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My dream aunties tried to feed me carrots. I'm a baby, though, so I can't eat carrots or vegetables. I get the feeling that they really don't know how to care for babies in the dreams. Luckily, there was a crow that brought me food that I could actually eat. It was kind of weird, but at least it stopped me from being super hungry.

It's still very strange to keep dreaming of myself as a little baby, though.

Feb. 24th, 2017


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The weather has been so nice recently. I'm thinking about going hiking this weekend to get out and enjoy it a little more. So, if anyone wants to come with, this is me offering to let you come along. What better way is there to make new friends? My friends at school said I'm about as terrifying as a kitten trying to play with a piece of string if that makes you feel a little less concerned about it. The only thing you might have to be scared of are my fun facts.

[Killian]
How are your carrots doing, by the way? I meant to ask earlier.

Feb. 6th, 2017


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Just when I think I'm done seeing myself be the villain in these damn things, I'm not. Done, that is.

Quick recap: my love interest is killed in front of me, again, and since people were expressing their concern towards me reverting back to my 'vengeful ways' I used a serum that split myself into two. I thought I could literally kill the evil part of me (spare me the philosophical conversations, I'm aware that it was an awful idea, thank you), but it turns out I can't and she's run rampant all over Storybrooke in her big, gothic outfits wanting the same old thing. Snow White's heart.

What could go wrong, hm? Plenty.

What's worse is I get to see things from both perspectives. I'm sucking faces and more, ugh with the cursed imp, and have enlisted my deranged sister against my regular self. Zelena's unsurprisingly two-faced and I'm at least glad I was able to tell her how I felt. I don't know why we ever thought things would be okay between us and we'd be 'family.'

Some EQ intel involves: Gold wanting to use those golden shears to alter his and Belle's fate - and for the currently unborn baby too - and, surprisingly, the Queen doesn't actually kill Snow White, and instead puts a sleeping curse that makes no sense on two hearts.

There's no rhyme or reason in this anymore. Just the mighty need to imbibe, but then I remember I have an infant to take care for.

Jan. 27th, 2017


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So, it's been well over a month since I had a dream dream. And I'm mostly thankful for that, because getting sleep without that added headache has been great.

That said, I wake up from a nap today, completely perplexed from my entirely too vivid, and strangely plausible dream where I'm stuck in the middle of the ocean, in a tiny row boat, with Pinocchio, trying to find out way home with no navigation and all we have to eat are Fruit Loops.

I'm really hoping that it was just a cereal induced mid-afternoon crazy dream and not the new wave of weird from Storybrooke.

Jan. 1st, 2017


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I really sort of loathe those nights where you just receive a whole dump of dreams in the few hours of sleep you get - from stabbing Jekyll/Hyde to death, to battling a Kraken, to meeting my half-brother (I think I prefer having a sister here in this other hellhole) and then dealing with an Evil Queen and her cleavage, it was certainly a whole bunch of madness typical to good old Storybrooke.

But my four-month-old slept through the night, a good thing, and I went out to a New Years party and came back engaged. So all in all a successful start to 2017, I'd say.

Engagement party details forthcoming, now that the weather seems to be shifting and it's not too bloody cold to host something on the Roger. Perhaps I ought to give official tours or offer pirate adventures or some such, yet I can't help but be protective of the lovely girl.

Dec. 29th, 2016


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So, the highlight of my day was killing a wreath. I was in my office and all of a sudden I heard some of the children screaming. I grabbed the bow that I keep in my office and rushed out into the foyer to find an evil looking wreath trying to get them. I fired off an arrow that pinned it to the wall then a second one that effectively killed it. Luckily it hadn't hurt anyone. I'd hate to think what would have happened if I hadn't been there today.

What was the highlight of everyone else's day?

Nov. 22nd, 2016


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I just clipped my daughter's wee fingernails and of course it's bloody impossible to clip little tiny things that are the thickness of about three molecules, barely discernible even under a microscope, and the one drop of blood and her screaming and sniffling just about made me want to off myself for being an utterly terrible father. I finally got her settled after some time in the rocking chair and singing her favourite sea shanty.

This might be even worse than the first explosive shit that was the excremental equivalent of that Game of Thrones red wedding episode.

And naturally the sextant with the Pegasus insignia on it, given to me by my brother Liam in the dreams, suddenly made an appearance when I woke up today. It was used to guide us to Neverland and then later in conjunction with a star chart to get us off the godforsaken island. I'm concerned that if I touch it I'll somehow end up in Pan's hell again, but I suppose it is a convenient historical tool for teaching about the art of navigation.

Sep. 19th, 2016


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It's international Talk Like a Pirate Day today. Yeah, I know it's one of those made-up internet holidays, but whatever. I'm gonna spend the day annoying the crap out of my roommate with pirate talk.

Also, rum.

Sep. 16th, 2016


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I'm unfortunately going to be out of town for whatever day it is where you talk like a pirate, however, the Jolly Roger has got a nice space for a fire pit - or really, it's a metal box filled with sand meant for grilling or heating preserved food. Nothing fancy but I quite think it's about time I had people over to see my beautiful love for a get-together on deck and under the stars.

She's in private dock space in Newport Beach - how about next Saturday, I'll just invite the whole bloody network. No boiled and salted leather or turtle's blood, but there will be lots of fish and other delicious things. Perhaps rum as well.

Someone else is quite ready for it too, mind you.

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Red and black is my favourite piratical colour combination.

Sep. 12th, 2016


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So, what's the best place for a man to get a good drink around here? Not too fancy, please, I ain't looking for cocktails and night club nonsense. I want a bar with cold beer and maybe a pretty waitress or two but that's not necessary. The beer's the part I'm most interested in. Cold and fresh and not super expensive.

And where can I get some decent cigarillos? Seems to be they ain't as common here as where I'm from. Or a decent cigar shop would do. Might have what I'm looking for.

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So in my dreams, I've known this bartender for about two years. He's nice, really mysterious and has a bunch of secrets. But with this latest dream? I'm pretty damn sure he's my grandfather. And he's never said anything to me about it, and he seemed to know what I was hinting at wanting to ask him. How do you know someone for two years who has stated multiple times that they're looking for their biological family and he hasn't said a single word? But it suddenly makes sense because he gave me his wife's sword cane on my birthday. With her freaking name inscribed on it, which also happens to be my name. And why didn't I see it before?

In other dream news, my dream self has really shitty taste in significant others. That almost-wedding while I had amnesia was not cool. God damn it Trick why didn't you fucking say anything I could've avoided that whole blood-bond thing with Ryan

Kenzi, holy shit I'm so sorry about the whole Ryan clusterfuck. I should've told you right off he was Dark Fae, and I should've told you I called him for healing sex.

[Private to Logan Howlett]

Sorry for not getting in touch sooner, things got a bit worse after you brought me home last week. But things are better now. Lara, however, isn't letting me out of bed until at least Wednesday. With luck I could get back to work on the weekend?

Sep. 10th, 2016


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I was just gonna send this to my friends and family, but then I though naaaah. I'm in one of those moods.

Guess what happened this weekend? )

Aug. 28th, 2016


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So, there are upsides and down sides to maternity leave. One downside is the almost self imposed isolation, I mean really he's almost two months old and I'm still making a production about possibly taking him outside, despite the fact that he's totally ready for it. Apparently, Orange County has made me paranoid and I really have to pack almost everything to take out on little trips.

But then, the upsides are pretty fantastic...
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Aug. 18th, 2016


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I cannot tell if I have a hangover from the dream I had last night, or if I just have a hangover. I suppose it does not matter which. I do not remember the dream very much, I was very very drunk, this is no surprise. I think that I talked too much. This is also no surprise. I woke up with some absinthe in my bed, I am not sure how it got there, I assume that myself who was drunk bought it for me. He is a very kind me. I appreciate him.

I do not appreciate hungover me for leaving it at home, or for not buying coffee before I came to work. The hungover me is very stupid.

Aug. 7th, 2016


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Filter to Killian


[info]wasatree
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Killian, buddy. Got a new job for you. Very tiny.

Just need a background check on Annabeth Chase. Make sure she's not gonna bring debt collectors or drug dealers to my door.

Aug. 5th, 2016


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Ohhhh, super rad. Took a nap, woke up to a crossbow thanks to the Santiago Vault of Weapons (because most of our crap at the crackshack was broken and don't get me started on the bull whip). I also woke up to a cauterized gash on my side, because we had to fight this Big Bad in some old asylum for the criminally insane and riiiight as I said something for comedic relief in a serious situation, I get sliced.

Go figure, right? It also figures that a siren's whistle with an altered frequency can patch you up in a jiffy.

But the Big Bad was dealt with, no one important that we liked died, Bo went Succubus Queen Crazy until I broke the blood pacts but hey she's sort of fixed and the after party was totes cool. Vex is still living with us, and I'm this close to putting acid in his mascara tube for making me stab my teddybear.

Anyway, real life related, I'm so close to evolving my Haunter into a Gengar, and I've swiped like four gyms in between Mysic/Valor wars because Team Instinct, represent. Don't underestimate the Zapdos team, losers.

Even if Zapdos is the ugliest legendary bird.

Aug. 3rd, 2016


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I made the mistake of dozing off in front of my television after work only to wake up with a sore throat from screaming so much in my dreams. They'd tied me up, then my cousin Jed showed up and was about to kill me when he noticed the burn mark from my birth mother's necklace on my chest. He let me go, and I tried to leave before one of the mayor's henchmen grabbed me. Let's just say it's the last time he'll be grabbing anyone again.

[ooc: might be talk about murder in the comments below]

Jul. 16th, 2016


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I found this at the store the other day:

Cut for Picture; Viewable by all )

Is it egotistical that I bought it just because of the name?

It hasn't lasted long. After dreaming that my neighbor was electrocuted I went through the entire six pack. The other deaths were bad, but this one...this one was the worst by far.

[info]minato
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A college friend contacted me yesterday saying that she was coming out this way to start up a dance studio. She asked me if I wanted to be a instructor there, and I told her yes. It'll at least be a more steady paycheck coming in, and I can still do choreography on the side if I want.

This morning I woke up to find the Hokage Hat on my dresser. It's still strange for me to think that they chose me out of everyone in the village. I suppose the Third had his reasons, and I am glad that he believed in me enough to put my name out there to the council.

Also? If anyone knows of a good PI or you are a PI hit me up. I've got something that I need some help with.

Jul. 15th, 2016


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Written in French, Open to All


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Hi everyone, I'm R and I'm drunk. English is too hard, it makes no sense and is a stupid language. And people bitch about the subjunctive and irregular verbs. You fuckers know nothing, good fucking god. All of your verbs are irregular and they make no sense. This is what you get from stealing from the Germans.

This has just been bothering me and I've lost the sense not to babble about myself. Last night I dreamed I was in Paris. Only it was different, in the past or something. But I was pretty much the same, just wearing a tie and taking even fewer showers than I do now. But I met some people through my friends Joly and Bossuet, a student group with a stupid shitty pun for a name. I like a good pun and all but seriously.

They're fun. I like them. They've become my friends. Most of them have, anyway, but their leader Enjolras, he hates me. And you guys don't understand, he's so pretty. Top three most beautiful people I've ever seen. Legs that don't end and an ass that don't quit and a voice like the angels breathing wrath upon the sinful. And holy fuck am I a sinner. I will gladly prostrate myself before him in hopes of getting a single burning touch, a lick of flame to tell me to turn away, that I am not worthy. And I'm not. I don't deserve to look at him.

I've never been good at acknowledging what I do and don't deserve, though. All I do is annoy him but a few moments of disdain are worth all the pleasure that I've ever known otherwise. I'm a little disgusted with myself. What else is new.

Oh dear, now we're stepping into the oversharing part of the drunkenness. I'll take my leave. If no one hears from me in two days the hangover finally killed me and you're all free of me. Congratulations.

Jul. 3rd, 2016


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Whoa, some people are taking this 4th of July thing way too far. Seriously, when you have to invade a fireworks shop wearing horse costumes?

Maybe start looking hard at your life choices.