Hot men I totally would.

Inspired by random Darkling ramblings.
This is the character list, no musicians or actors allowed.

Captain Jack Harkness (Torchwood and Doctor Who)
The Master - (Doctor Who)
The Comedian - (Watchmen)
Sylar - (Heroes)
The Doctor - ( Doctor Who)
Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Nathan Gardener (Charlie Bartlett)
Sawyer (Lost)
Mohinder (Heroes)
Gregory House (House MD)
Jack Harkness (Again), Ianto Jones - (Torchwood)
Jack Bauer (24)
Spike (Buffy)
Captain John Hart (Torchwood)
(Same pic, two hotties)
Charlie (Lost)
Adam (Heroes)
Nathan and Peter Petrelli (Heroes)

Woah just reread an old post about The Darkness

Just read on old post about my feelings on The Darkness, what they meant to me and how everything ended. Now, I very much look forward to listening to The Darkness and trying to rid myself of the bad nostalgia and replace it with the good.

I love Hotleg
I like the Stone Gods
And I really miss the Darkness
I don't regret anything that happened with the Six and Optimum Impact. I love it, I love those boys and I love my sisters.

However, I will NEVER become involved like that as a fan again. It hurt.
Urgh, politics.

Icky.
*vom*

One Word

Soil - New Prompt from www.oneword.com
(Possibly follows on from the first one of these I did - Spray)

Pushing the plants into the soil she sighed loudly. Once again she was here, in the middle of the night still trying to make this greenhouse the way she had intended. She wanted to make it beautiful, full of beautiful flowers, huge bushes and things she could use in the kitchen. These herbs would be a brilliant addition to every recipe.

Oneword

Paws - New prompt from www.oneword.com

A heavy paw came down on the sand and the cat stretched its whole body pushing it's rear in the air before lying down and settling its head on its from paws. The air was humid and there was no wind to carry to smell of prey. The cat closed its eyes wondering when it would next be able to eat.

I did have another dream last night but I don't really want to relive it in writing format it was about rape. Although I did buy a very nice footstool in it for £45, it was blue and white.

Why can't I have dreams about Riker or Captain Jack.

Twine - prompt from www.oneword.com

The cat batted at the ball of twine, it went spinning across the floor a single string being left behind awaiting a pouncing. The cat launched itself in the air and came down hard on the unraveled piece of string, it had caught it's prey and was now ready to take it's winnings back to its master.

Nightmares

So I had another terrible dream last night. Possibly one of the worst.

So, another of David's friends, I know who this one was but I'm not going to mention any names (unless you email me) because although I HATE him with a passion I'm not into slander. So he was doing something in my house, just wrecking it, I was panicking, Dav (my Bro) came along once this chav had gone and told me not to go into the house because my cat had been killed.

I was furious, Powder is my perfect little kitty, it pains me not to live with her any more so finding out she had been killed by a chav that I hate infuriated me. I was then on the hunt to find him, he went into hiding because he knew I would fucking kill him. Dav helped me and we went into this super market, I saw this chav run into and aisle, Dav was ahead of me I pointed to the aisle so he could cut the chav off. As I ran into the aisle Dav was already kicking the shit out of this chav. I joined in and we left him there bloody and unconscious. HAAH!

I then went to get the cat box so we could take Powder to the vet to get a little kitty coffin. He white fur was bloody and wet but as I picked up the cat box she Meowed! SHE WAS ALIVE! I was so happy, thank god my head made her back alive. <3

I hate that Chav.

Today's Oneword.com

Growing:

And it sat there, slowly growing, a minute amount,not enough so that anyone could see but it knew. That little green plant knew that it was growing and knew that one day it would be a tree, a great big tree. It would tower over all the puny little plants and would be perfect, perfect in brown and green with leaves the colour of emeralds, the envy of the tree world.

Bits of last nights dream,

I don't remember all of last night's dream, it's a bit weird.

So my brother and his mates were on the beach, one of his brother's mates who had longish blond curly hair did something that really pissed me off like so much that I wanted to kill him. We had a bit of a fight. I was then at my Dad's house (which is the house I grew up in) and I saw my brother sneak off into the woods at the end of the garden. A few of his friends then followed and I had around the corner near the kitchen to attack this one boy again. I remember something about running after him but never being able to catch him, I'm sure that means something.

Then I was getting on a flight with Jules to go to Spain, she was telling people that they weren't allowed hand luggage but no one was listening until a flight attendant said it.

Then I was in a bar with Siavash and someone else from big brother.
Strange...

New prompt 'Angels' from www.oneword.com

There were angels all around her and she wondered what she was going to do once they descended. Their fangs were at the ready and the girl froze, hands over her head just waiting for the angelic blows to come. This situation was hopeless and it was only the devil and his hounds that could save her. One deep breath, there was no sound just the silent loom of a heavenly beast.

The Dolls are taking over.

Another doll dream;

Alex and I were talking about buying more dolls so we went on the Lati site and ordered two Lati Yellow girls for our selves. She decided on one with natural makeup and freckles and I decided on one with silver makeup. I also decided on a 52cm doll and another MSD. I got a call from my dad a little while later saying he had some post for me, he handed me an envelope first that was something boring then a huge box that was obviously from Lati.

I opened it outside and stood up the two yellows I couldn't work out who was who's at first because it had been so long since we'd ordered them. I then got out a taller, naked girl and then an even taller boy. The boy's faceup was really girly so I had trouble working out which character I had intended him for.

I called Alex and she came over, we realised that her Yellow had freckles so we began to dress our dolls in their chosen styles. My Yellow came out as some sort of cabert dancer.

I then went to dress the girl doll and realised that she was actually the 52cm and the msd was the boy. It was confusing. I was going to do a photoshoot of the new boy and Fabian despite having him paired with Seb because Seb still was headless. I then looked at Seb's body on the mantlepiece and his head was there!

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There was then a jump and the dream was no longer doll based. I was walking down magdelene street in Norwich and up ahead was a load of cameras and microphone filming something. I thought it was just the news or something uninteresting. I stood next to a man looking around, someone then approached us beckoning for us to move. We did so and then suddenly we were in shot, we were extras. I then saw Hugh Laurie and realised that we were in an episode of House, there was an explosion and the man put his arm aroudn me, he was my father in the episode. I was acting my arse off looking around at people, feigning fright, I was awesome.

Another jump and it seemed as if I was in the same place where the explosion had happened but this time it was real and I was on my own. Some woman threw a bomb into this place where there were some people, it looked like an old office block. The place blew up.

A jump again and I'm replyying the scene again this time the bomb is thrown up onto the top of the building, it explodes and I realise that someone is in there still alive. It's Ben! Ohnoes, I go in get him out and he gives me a big hug, I then realise that he has a gunshot wound to the chest. I call the paramedics and the woman gives Ben a piggy back to the ambulance.

Jump again and I'm in the same building but it is a toy shop, in there on the table is a laptop, I 'borrow' the laptop, which happens to belong to a gangster, and check my email. As I'm clearing the history I hear people coming. I run off then realise that I left an Emu Oil email open so they know it is me. It was such a scary feeling. Then I awoke.

Blue Whale?

Right this dream could be the effect of a lot of drink yesterday including loads of RedBull, I'm still a bit drunk now so my apologies for typos, incoherence etc.

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So Mum and I had been invited to a sample session, basically two big trailers of free samples for us to try out. We were looking around taking what we needed and I saw these Dollmore figurines I was confused as to why Dollmore were giving away small figurines. I walked around to the otherside of the table and they were giving away SD heads. I really didn't need SD heads the only full dolls I could see was a smallish doll that wouldn't fit in with my MSDs. I then saw a doll in a box that said 'Blue Whale' on the box.

Then Alex came along and it turned out Blue Whale was a really expensive, elite sculpt. I picked it up and also it was an SD it was gorgeous. I decided that I would have it and Alex told me that it was one of those ones that people would want me to dress exclusivly in Blue Whale clothes. I took - I then cut to after the doll was painted and dressed. He was Brenton, he had this wry smile that was simply beautiful, he had a dark blonde wig, dark eyes and he wasn't as tall as some SDs. He must've been about 50cm tall so I put him next to Sebastien, I think Seb fell in love there and then (Seb was wearing a black wig, leather jacket and leather trousers. He looked amazing.) Seb was sort of holding onto Brenton's arm, which I'm not sure my detective was too keen on.

I don't know what this doll was, where the image came from or where I can find him but I know now that Brenton can't be a Limho Mono he has to be a very tall, somewhat chunky MSD with a somewhat sarcastic little smile.

60 seconds worth of writing prompt

Very impressed with www.oneword.com.

Wrote this from the prompt 'Spray.'

I sprayed the plants aimlessly as I thought about the people that I was missing back home. I had no one here, no one to go to, no one to love. I thought moving away would be a relief. I thought it would be an amazing new adventure, instead here I was spraying my plants in my new green house just after midnight. this was not the life I had envisioned for myself.

My subconscious and the Wildhearts

For as long as I can remember I've been a fan of the Wildhearts but have sort of lost touch with new releases and stuff. A combination of getting all excited about going to see them in Sept and talking to a friend about them has spurred this dream.

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There I am sitting at the back of a huge auditorium with Adele, Katy, Helen. Looks like we were on some sort of school or college trip. The Wildhearts were playing and I was wondering why they sounded different but it was because CJ was singing instead of Ginger. After the song ginger introduced the finalists of a competition for someone to play with them. Although the person had been chosen every one got to sing on stage.

Gig over and a woman a few seat in front of us (actually a really arsey lady from Come Dine With Me last night. Charline?) she starts shouting at these finalists causing one to cry. Adele and I look at one another eyebrows raised, we feel the need to get out of this place and get on our lives. Mrs Hindle (a History teacher from my highschool) joins in loudly and Scottishly telling the contestant that we are not here to see her cry. Mrs Hindle then starts welling up.

We know that if we try to leave we will get in trouble so we try and sneak out, we were at the back, furthest from the door. However, behind us was a small panel and some stairs leading up, we slide out of our seats and run up the stairs Adele first. Before the rest of us are even half way up Adele comes darting back down saying there is no way through. Opposite the stairs is a steep hill leading through some old grey brickwork into what looked like a basement. We decided to go that way. There were them some steps leading back up again.

We began to climb the steps then I awoke.

Last nights randomness

Now I didn't want this blog to be a dream diary but it is sort of turning out that way. It was such an exciting dream and I was so disappointed when it turned out to be my head fucking with me.

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So there is a shop and Ben and I decide to go into it, it has very little rooms on different levels and is just full of stuff. It was beautiful. So we were looking round and Benny found some things that he wanted to buy. He did so and we continued to look around, I'd heard that this shop sold BJDs so I was looking everywhere for them. I finally find a tiny Unoa kit for £250.49.

I wanted an MSD sized Unoa so I was a bit disappointed, not that I could ever afford one. So Ben went down to pay for his thing and I asked the cashier if they had any MSD Unoas. She said yes and that she would get someone to fetch one. It was £449.50. They then put it in the bag with everything else and Ben and I moved on to go and see his Grandad.

When we arrived home, I sat in the middle of the floor (the house wasn't our house it was Dad's.) I began to open the box then I said, "you don't think they charged you for this did they?" Ben then tried to use my Iphone to access his internet banking, it wouldn't work. Then I woke up.

Some underlying interperetation to be done, something along the lines of dolls are going to undo all the hard work I've done with saving money. Tis true.

First Faceup

So today I decided to embark upon the adventure of painting my floating head's face up. For those of you that know nothing about Ball jointed dolls, let me explain. The whole hobby is about customisation, amongst other things, and a lot of people paint the heads of their dolls to change its look whilst others get the manufacturers default faces. (The paint on a doll's head is called the 'faceup')

Here is the head before I'd even touched it.



Pretty unexciting.
Firstly I applied a few coats of MSC
I then applied eyebrows using a stencil I made from masking tape. It looked alright.
More MSC
Then I blushed in all the places you'd expect there to be pinkiness.
More MSC
Then the lips. Smudged them right at the end.
Washed the whole thing off. (Not very well, you'll see what I mean later)

Second attempt
MSC base coats
Drew eyebrows on holding the head upside down, no stencil. Drew on with pencil, think that's naughty. Then used a q-tip to brush black pastel over when I'd drawn the lines.
Then drew on somefiner lines within this pastel using pencil. (o.0)
MSC
Then for the lips, put red acrylic all over the lips, struggled to get it even. Still isn't quite.
More MSC
Then used pastel on the inside of the eye sockets and un the crease above the eye. This looked okay, made it into a sort of 20's style cat eye flick. Even better.
Then added flicky eye lashes. Got over excited here, they looked better before I added more liner on the lower lid.
More MSC
Blushed all the bits that needed to be blushed and added lip lines. (Need to do this with a water colour pencil, did not get the intended effect just some sort of mess.)
Cleaned up lip lines. Less mess.
Final coat of MSC



You can see on the right hand side of the picture near the nose the slightly darker patch, this is the blushing I didn't wipe off properly. It was also before the blushing and lip lines.


In natural light. Before blushing and lip lines. There are a few smudges in between the eyebrows. I noticed this too late so couldn't get rid of it.


Finished! Here you can see on the right hand side where I didn't remove the old faceup properly.
Lip lines also not great.


In a wig more suited to the face up colour and normal skintone (NS).
Lips need gloss, not quite even.
She also needs something to give her upper lids more definition. Not sure what though.
Eyelash detail is quite good I think.

Comments appreciated!

<3

Continuing the random dream theme.

I'm not sure if last night's dream was bad or not. It involved a life size TARDIS puzzle where people could buy different bits. Because people had different parts to this puzzle my Mum suggested that we hold a fair so everyone can put the bits together. So, we held a really successful fair that ended up with me sleeping outside on a camp bed.

<3

Long time no post - Some links and a rant:

First of all ladies and gentlemen may I pop you in the direction of these two sites:


www.emu-oil-well.com

www.feelingstylish.wordpress.com

Secondly may I have a small rant about Torchwood and the poor writers who are getting flamed by unhappy fans. I'm not going to spoil too much if you've just stumbled upon this little site but someone dies, well a lot of people die. But someone who I like, I was sad, had a little cry then got on with my life.

It seems that, on twitter especially, that people have been moaning at James Moran (writer) for how the story panned out. All I can say to him is bloody well done, ignore these so called fans and congrats on producing a moving, exciting, telly show.

<3

You can read what he had to say here:
http://jamesmoran.blogspot.com/2009/07/stepping-back.html