blood_winged: (USxUK - Kiss)
Volunteering at the British Heart Foundation store is generally a good laugh anyway, but sometimes things happen that make it more amusing than usual. For instance, Kurtis' constant rage over having to do book rotations, or the way that Sian would probably stand there while someone carried half the stock out of the store, and how the bags of junk being thrown down the stairs sometimes sounds like someone is falling down them. I like to wind Kurtis up because the poor dear has very awkward social skills - which he admits - and his overreacting to things is occasionally funny (to clarify I don't do this just for his reactions, he knows I'm winding him up).

On Friday, while I was having my lunch hour, Clive brought in a brown paper carrier bag of magazines to the manager (who was also having her lunch). He put them on her lap, and she moved a plastic bag that was on top. I, on the other side of the table, glanced at the magazines and then spotted something that had me pointing and yelling "SPIDER!" in what was probably a more panicked voice than I remember.

Michelle, who doesn't like spiders, flipped everything off her knee.
Karl jumped up on a chair.
I nearly flipped back out of my chair.
Clive backed out of the room.
Paul and Kurtis cracked up laughing.

Then we had to find the spider because no one believed I'd seen it. Clive found on on the floor and tried to rescue it but I think the magazines had fallen on it and it was crawling across the floor with half its legs not working. So Clive squished it.

Augh spiders.

Moving on, I got a gift in the mail yesterday! I didn't expect it so soon because it was bought from the internet, but my awesome friend [livejournal.com profile] inu_taiyoukai sent me this little darling!



He's tiny (about six inches long) and his name is Terrance! He has pride of place on my pillow with my other favourite toys and the little TY Beanie that [livejournal.com profile] iiluov got me is his little girlfriend.

:3

AGH.

Feb. 16th, 2012 03:30 pm
blood_winged: (DenmarkxNorway - Kiss2)
So, we have mice. So far, we've caught (and when I say caught I mean killed, this isn't my choice) two of the little buggers, and we know there's at least one more. This last one, if it is the last one, is a sneaky little bastard. It's eaten the bait off the trap three times so far, without setting the trap off at all. But we'll get it. Eventually. I'm not about to let this turn into Mouse Hunt.

In a little over two hours, I have a job interview. I've never had one before. Then I need to get an early night because I have a goddamn JSA meeting at 9.40 in the morning. My mind is already rebelling against the idea of 9 - 5 and I don't even work yet. I am just going to fail at life, forever. Well, I'm in no hurry to move out and I think so long as I pay my way mother will be in no hurry to kick me out, and god knows with how the bills are going by the time I want to move out I won't be able to because if I do my parents won't be able to afford the house.

I think I'll just keep subtly nudging [livejournal.com profile] nasty_show into getting a flat with me =P

I've started to play Echo Bazaar again, and now I can't get the idea of what an EB!Arthur would be like out of my head. I've had a few phrases and mental images floating around in my head for a while now so I'm going to see how well I can put them down.

--

Arthur hadn't been the same since London fell. At first it had been hard to see, but then the deterioration had occurred so quickly that even if there had been something they could have done to stop it, there would have been no time. He had been quiet, he said he was fine. Then he began to forget people's names. He began to dress strangely and talk in short, aggravated tones to voices that no one else could hear. Voices that he always addressed as 'Master'. He would talk about things that no one else understood, and then appear distressed at the blank, uncomprehending looks that he would receive in response to his ramblings. Within days, it seemed, dark circles appeared under his eyes and when he smiled it was always slowly, as if the muscles had forgotten the correct arrangement for a smile and were pulling into something closer to a smirk. He would laugh in the middle of meetings at nothing then act as if he hadn't, growing irritated if he was accused.

It was greeted with a mixture of concern and relief when he finally ceased attending meetings altogether.

:c

Feb. 15th, 2012 07:08 pm
blood_winged: (Denmark - Oh God)
I know I'm a little late on this, but...



Fallout 3 pulled me into gaming in a way that no other game ever did before, and if it wasn't for the world that this guy created I wouldn't love gaming as much as I do today. I never met him, probably never would have, but I can't believe how genuinely upset I am that he's died.

RIP Adam.

ovo...

Feb. 14th, 2012 04:29 pm
blood_winged: (PrussiaxEngland - Outdoors)
Does anyone play Sims Social on Facebook? :D

Would anyone like to add me to Facebook to play it with me? 8D

Oh, and now thanks to [livejournal.com profile] may_billy I can't get the idea of FallenLondon!Arthur out of my head. With things like 'I've been murdering people. Again. All right, there's a degree of chaos, but I can't be blamed... Not when they keep STANDING STILL' on Echo Bazaar I can only imagine how crazy he would be o_o;

I think I'm going to write my FrScot idea first. I have no idea how many people will be interested in reading it but I love France/Scotland so I'm going to write it :V

Hurr.

Feb. 12th, 2012 11:01 pm
blood_winged: (PrussiaxEngland - Drunk)
First of all, what on earth is this.



I don't know what it is I just know I want more of it.

Secondly, we discovered today that we have mice. Mum opened a cupboard and found one dead in a trap that's been in there for months, and then later opened the cupboard again to see another in there. She shut it, then opened it again when Amy asked what was wrong, and the mouse jumped out and ran under the radiator cover. I wasn't there, I was in my room and all I could hear was shrieking, and the dog going mental.

It managed to get back into the cupboard again and they've re-set the traps. I feel kind of bad for the thing, it's only tiny, but now I'm a little concerned that there might be a nest... |:
blood_winged: (Default)
I got a job interview, aw yeah~

Hum hum~

Feb. 9th, 2012 12:23 am
blood_winged: (EnglandxJapan - Blue)
I spent some of today feeling horrible, and most of it fast asleep.

The fandom seems kind of quiet at the moment, but I suppose there's a reason for that, and there's no lack of activity on my f-list so I guess it's fine o7o;

To [livejournal.com profile] chiisana00, [livejournal.com profile] anisaex, [livejournal.com profile] medev, [livejournal.com profile] mamamia12347, [livejournal.com profile] unsafebet and [livejournal.com profile] berwaldox, I finally have my writing muse back. Remember those prompts you shot at me forever ago? Yeah I'm gonna be doing those.

I've picked up a prompt from the [livejournal.com profile] giripan Valentine's list also, which surprisingly enough actually fell in almost exactly with a fic that I already have half done! Weird huh =o
blood_winged: (USxUK - Cling)
Title: Special Relationship
Genre: Romance/Angst.
Characters/Pairing: America, England. USUK
Rating/Warnings: U, none.
Summary: Shortfic. Arthur feels smaller than ever, but there's always one person who can cheer him up.

*****

Expand He didn’t know why he came to these things anymore. )

-----------

Events referenced can be read here:
Britain had to plead with US to take part in Iran flotilla @ The Telegraph
Anger after Russia, China block U.N. action on Syria @ Reuters
blood_winged: (Default)
Meme thing! Questions from [livejournal.com profile] lizzie8d :3

ExpandCut for Q&A )

If anyone wants some questions to answer, leave me a comment and I'll try to think of some xD

I changed my desktop background. It was the same for ages, and quite dark, and now whenever I minimise everything it's so bright and pretty that it surprises me X3



^ My desktop ^
blood_winged: (FrancexSpain - Sexy)
IT IS BLOODY COLD TODAY.

-6°C here in the north of England at the moment. Europe is seeing temperatures of as low as, if not lower than -20°C. Meanwhile Iceland is sitting at a relatively balmy 6°C. THIS SEEMS VERY BACKWARDS TO ME.

Derp

Feb. 4th, 2012 05:55 pm
blood_winged: (America - Suspenders)
So nice to see my flist so active again <3

I'm all over Skyrim again, exploring places I didn't find the first time. Trying to do the collecting-type missions that I also didn't do the first time xD It's all good.

A few of the quests are glitched, but there's supposed to be a patch coming out. I don't have it yet. Soon, I hope, because stuck quests bother me.

It snowed today, but only a little. Now it's raining. :1
blood_winged: (DenmarkxNorway)
I've been working in the British Heart Foundation store in my town as a volunteer for two weeks now, three days a week, and aside from mucking up the till this Wednesday and losing £19 I've been doing pretty good. The people are friendly and I feel like I'm really fitting in.

Already, I have some tales to tell about the customers. I'm glad we have such supportive managers and we all look out for each other or I would have crumbled more than once.

There's a lot of people who try to rip us off. These are the people who seem to have the wrong idea of what a charity shop is, and try to get us to lower prices on goods that are already a low price, because we are a charity shop, and almost everything is second hand. One fine example is a woman who came in today. Well dressed, probably around retirement age. She picked up an orange sweater, which was a decent label and priced at £4.99, and brought it to the counter. She then asked if she could have it for £4. I don't know where people get the idea they can come into a charity shop and haggle. That top is at £4.99 because we know that's what it will sell for. I went and grabbed the manager, and she came down and said no, she wouldn't lower the price, and she went back upstairs. I moved off to tidy up a rack of clothes, and out of the corner of my eye saw the woman leave.

Without buying the sweater.

Because she couldn't get 99p off it.

Yup.

=~=
blood_winged: (Romania #3)
What I sayWhat I meanWhat people (especially family) seem to think I mean
"I'm not interested in a relationship.""I'm not interested in a relationship.""I just haven't found the right person yet."
"I'm not interested in having sex.""I'm not interested in having sex.""I just haven't found the right person yet."
"I don't want kids. Ever.""I don't want kids. Ever.""I don't want kids right now."
"I don't like people.""I dislike being social. That doesn't mean I'm going to be rude.""I'm antisocial."

=~=
blood_winged: (USxUK - Kiss2)
Title: Nine Tenths of the Law
Author: [info]blood_winged
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] edwards_maid
Rating/Warnings: M
Characters: Arthur, Alfred.
Summary: America is really possessive and it turns England on. America becomes aware of this and decides to implement it in bed. Possessive sex ensues. (Human names used)
Notes: I cannot even begin to apologise for how LATE this is. Latest. Pinch hit. Ever. I have had the most hectic month. I am sorry. Very sorry. I hope that you like this enough that it makes up for the wait. If you don't... I might cry. Well, not really. Maybe a little.

*****

Expand“Tell me I’m yours again.” )

asdfghjkl

Jan. 27th, 2012 06:19 pm
blood_winged: (DenmarkxNorway - Holding Hands)
The past week and a half has been spent with my being mostly either asleep, or brain dead, much to my frustration as I've taken on a fic from [livejournal.com profile] haro and am now a week late with it. I feel rather bad about that, and it's more than half done now, but I haven't been able to write at all. By the time I got to a stage of being able to write, I couldn't do it because all I wanted to do was sleep. Huff.

I'm finally more or less back to normal now. At least, not wanting to go to sleep at 7pm.

First of all, hello to the people from the friending meme! I hope you won't find me terribly boring ^^; A couple of you I'm sure I knew already.

After all my flailing about it, I'm now on JSA, which is basically the dole with a better name because they sure as hell don't help you find a job any more than being on the dole did. I think I'll be getting £53.45 a week, and I have to go in every two weeks to show them how I'm being a good girl and trying to find a job. I'm sure I'll end up lying through my teeth at some points because there just aren't the jobs for me to find. It's irritating, and I'm wishing I'd got a job during university now, but eh, it can't be helped, and something will come along eventually. Just got to keep trying.

I am being proactive though, and I've got a volunteer position at a British Heart Foundation store in my town. It's pretty nice there, and everyone is really nice, the managers like me and think I'm fitting in really well. I'm mostly out on the shop floor because I said I didn't mind, they've had me on the till and dressing the windows and rotating stock and more or less being vigilant because can you believe people actually steal from charity shops? What kind of scum steals from a charity shop. I poked my head into the changing room on Wednesday to check for clothes/hangers (because people just leave them in there sometimes), and there were two labels on the floor. I showed them to Curtis, who identified them as a pair of women's pants and a pair of men's, and confirmed to me that they'd probably been stolen.

The value of both of them together was less than £6. Who does that?

When I started on Monday, the assistant manager (Sue) told me that it would be a couple of weeks before they'd put me on the till. On Wednesday I was on the till. And dressing the windows. And helping to rotate stock. I think I must just seem reliable or something xD

Someone came in on Wednesday stinking of urine =~= We had to prop the door open for an hour and spray air freshener everywhere to make the smell go away.

I was supposed to go in today, but I didn't manage to make it. I set out at 11.10am so I could go down to Morrisons (supermarket) and hand in a job application, and by the time I got there I was wet - jeans soaked up to the knees and rain in my shoes - so I was just like. Yeah, this isn't happening. I rang up the shop and Sue said it was fine, she had staff, and I could just go back home because by the time I got there, another 25 minute walk most likely, I would have been totally drenched and denim just doesn't dry. I was a bit miffed about that, 'cause I've been enjoying working there, but it would be no fun if I was cold and wet.

OKAY it is now time for me to concentrate. HYAAA~ *rides off into the sunset*

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Jan. 24th, 2012 11:17 am
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] kangawu at post
Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] cantarina1 at post
Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] electricdruid at The fiasco continues

ACTA in a Nutshell –

What is ACTA?  ACTA is the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement. A new intellectual property enforcement treaty being negotiated by the United States, the European Community, Switzerland, and Japan, with Australia, the Republic of Korea, New Zealand, Mexico, Jordan, Morocco, Singapore, the United Arab Emirates, and Canada recently announcing that they will join in as well.

Why should you care about ACTA? Initial reports indicate that the treaty will have a very broad scope and will involve new tools targeting “Internet distribution and information technology.”

What is the goal of ACTA? Reportedly the goal is to create new legal standards of intellectual property enforcement, as well as increased international cooperation, an example of which would be an increase in information sharing between signatory countries’ law enforcement agencies.

Essential ACTA Resources

  • Read more about ACTA here: ACTA Fact Sheet
  • Read the authentic version of the ACTA text as of 15 April 2011, as finalized by participating countries here: ACTA Finalized Text
  • Follow the history of the treaty’s formation here: ACTA history
  • Read letters from U.S. Senator Ron Wyden wherein he challenges the constitutionality of ACTA: Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Read the Administration’s Response to Wyden’s First Letter here: Response
  • Watch a short informative video on ACTA: ACTA Video
  • Watch a lulzy video on ACTA: Lulzy Video

Say NO to ACTA. It is essential to spread awareness and get the word out on ACTA.

Via Tumblr

--

If you are in the US, the only thing I know of is this petition, which requires 25000 signatures in 30 days for any sort of response: https://wwws.whitehouse.gov/petitions#!/petition/end-acta-and-protect-our-right-privacy-internet/MwfSVNBK

There are only 3000 signatures right now.

I don't know what options there are in other countries, but again, for the US, I imagine calling Senators would be a course of action. It worked on the surface for SOPA and PIPA, at least, and it at least sends the message that this is not okay.

If you do, though, [personal profile] opusculus notes that it has been signed already so it is probably worthwhile to mention that you know that and are protesting it anyway.

ETA: this tumblr post has more global resources for how you can protest ACTA.



Stuff

Jan. 20th, 2012 07:42 pm
blood_winged: (FrancexSpain - Young)
We think something is wrong with our dog.

He's always wanting attention, he's throwing up (though he isn't off his food), he randomly starts shaking sometimes, and he looks very tentative when he tries to sit down, like his hips or his legs hurt. Mum's going to take him back to the vet. He's twelve, so he's not young, but at his last checkup there was nothing wrong with him.

I think John's friend at the local shop needs to stop feeding him meat scraps. He always brings them back up.

I've volunteered at a charity shop in my town - the British Heart Foundation - and may also have some work coming with the Red Cross, possibly some admin work for good experience, and also some work at a small theatre in Bolton.

I've not had more than five hours of sleep at once for the past five or six days. I am so tired. I might go to sleep soon, to hell with waking up early. I'll probably just hibernate again.
blood_winged: (USxUK - Comfort)
Last year, I met a girl.

She was a funny, charming, intelligent, if slightly naive person with a big personality and a quick temper, but that was okay, because I could always reason with her. I loved her to bits, platonically speaking, and she became my best friend, the person I looked for first when I came online, the person who could always make me smile, the person I went to with all my problems. I spoke to her every day, treating her the same way I treat everyone else.

Then, she started to get possessive of me. Jealous of another friend who I also loved dearly. I could tolerate it, because for the most part it never really came up. I kept those two friends separate in my life and that was fine because they didn't like each other anyway. I would have liked them to like each other, but you can't have everything, right?

I could ignore the possessiveness. I could ignore the jealously. I could even ignore the odd little jabbing comment made towards my other friend. I could shrug it all off because I still cared about this person and I still thought the world of her, even if perhaps I shouldn't have. I wanted to, because I didn't want to lose the friendship.

The first time she told me she had a crush on me I didn't know what to say. I took it in good humour, I thought, but I made it known I didn't feel the same way. At first, I thought she hadn't reacted well, but then later she came back in good spirits and told me that it was fine, and she would just keep on having her crush (I presumed, even if I didn't reciprocate). So everything went along fine for a little while.

But she couldn't just have me as a friend. She wanted something more from me that she could never have.

One day, it became clear that she hadn't been fine with it like I thought. I had allowed her to walk away from me before and let her come back because I cared, and because even though I could let her go without making a fuss, I didn't really want to lose her, but this time I was the one walking away.

And it did hurt. I did feel bad. I did wish it could have happened another way. I would have liked to have stayed friends but she pushed me too far.

I do miss her. It's been months and I miss her. Not how she was at the end but how she was when we were friends. She was a good friend, when that's all she was trying to be.
blood_winged: (Denmark - Oh God)
How was yours? Particularly unlucky?

I woke up to being screamed at that I hadn't done the dishes (because I'd overslept), went down to do them only to be told to go away, so I hid in the bathroom while mother did the dishes herself, crashing them around like they'd done something wrong. I then had a very paltry dinner of a bit of salmon and salad - you'd not think I was the only one in the house not on a diet. I've seen my mother for less than five minutes and she's spent half of that shouting at me, and the rest of it either ignoring me or speaking to me like she might throw something at me. I do the dishes when it's my turn, pretty much every time. I even do Amy's turn when she's out or not up (and Amy didn't even cover for me, thanks kid), and it seems to me that there's no point in my doing anything at all because whenever I forget just one time it's like I never do anything anyway.

Being lazy and being yelled at for it seems like it would be a lot easier on my confidence than doing things and having them completely brushed aside because one thing is forgotten.

I feel so distanced from my family here. They don't know me at all (to take the emo teen angle). My sister and my mother are very alike, they both like soaps, they both like (ew) Twilight, they both like to shop and all those girly things. Me, I'm a nerd. I like Star Trek and computers, and politics and history. Things that mother won't even humour me about. I'm just stuck inside my own head. It's a bit depressing really.

Also my lady week, as [livejournal.com profile] nasty_show calls it, started today, and I was curled up for four hours with crippling cramp before the painkillers kicked in.. or it went away on its own, I don't know.

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