State of the Nation, mid-April

April 18th, 2017

Today I’m feeling sane enough to put at least something down in actual words and not just scream continuously into the void. More on that later, probably, but now:

At this very moment I am

– enjoying a well needed time on my own. Like for fuck’s sake, it’s been weeks since I’ve had the opportunity to just sit down and think about fuck-all if I so choose. Life. I swear to god.

– thinking about the upcoming task of redesigning everything up in here and how to divide shit between s-m.org and my new baby, rika-rika.xyz, a domain that my lovely hosting company sold me by dangling Fassbender infront of me. I know! Rude! (but i fell for it so good job guys)

– eating a veggie-satay-wok type of thingy. This is so good I think I could literally stuff 5 pounds of this down my face and still crave for more.

– drinking water. Because I need to drink it. I’m not gonna fit into my bike gear if I keep slobbing out like this.

– wearing my pajama pants and a proper, day-wear shirt. Yea, haven’t been able to bother yet. It’s only noon, so…

– listening to a few songs on repeat. Ariana Grande’s Into You for some AU smutty inspiration (you wouldn’t believe… no wait, you would, yea you would), Into the Fire by Thirteen Senses because feels and a Finnish singer-songwriter Lauri Tähkä doing a cover of one of my favourite Finnish songs, Tämä Rakkaus. I mean the original by Chisu hurts like a motherfucker, but this version? On a completely whole another level, it’s fucking devastating.

– wanting to order something online, just to cheer me up a bit, but I (thankfully) end up putting stuff in the cart and then closing the browser window.

– weather-wise it’s looking good this moment. There’s still a fuckton of snow on the ground, but temperature gauge says that won’t be the case for too long.

– feeling fucking messed-up. I mean honestly, seriously, I’m so fucked-up I don’t even have words to describe it. But me being me, when anyone asks, I’ll just go


*sigh*

– wondering why it isn’t possible in Finland to just sign in to a clinic for a month to just fucking recharge yourself.



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April 12th, 2017


Why are you like this?



Challenge

April 2nd, 2017

Ok so there’s a Fassbender birthday challenge going on on Twitter and somewhat in Instagram as well. I’m way too chatty to be posting the steps over either, so I thought why not utilize a blog when one has one. Also, you lot don’t give two shits anyway what I post about and you can just easily go ‘meh’ and close the window and come back later to see if I’ve blabbered something else. So, here we go.

#HappyBirthdayFassy & #FassyBirthdayChallenge

1. Favourite Fassy movie – Urgh. A tie? Between Assassin’s Creed, Macbeth and X-Men: First Class? I mean I have such feelings for Erik Lehnsherr it’s not even funny. Also, are we talking about favourite performances, like what’s the best performance? Because then either Shame or 12 Years a Slave.
2. Favourite Fassy look – Cannes 2015 Macbeth photocall, no question.


3. Favourite Fassy photoshoot – Either the one I half-inched the photo for the post below this one or indeed the John Russo shoot for Twentieth Century Fox at the end of 2016.
4. Favourite Fassy co-star – James McAvoy. They have such chemistry both on screen and off it’s just incredible. Perfect casting for Charles and Erik. I love how they are two giant dorks.
5. Favourite Fassy director – Gah. I mean I love Steve McQueens stuff, I love how he uses super long scenes and he has this incredible sense of aesthetic, but mate, Justin Kurzel is my favourite. He’s a visionary genious, I’m telling you. I mean:

6. Favourite Fassy moment – This:


7. Favourite things about Fassy – He seems to not take himself too seriously. I mean sure he takes his job pretty seriously, but like… not in interviews and shit. He’s not afraid to be a big, dumb dork.
8. Fassy collection – A few films on dvd/blu-ray, an Assassin’s Creed poster and a lot of pictures and videos on my hard drive. I’m not really into collecting stuff, other than films and pictures in digital form.
9. Favourite red carpet moment – Probably the London premiere of X-Men: Days of Future Past. With Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart. Yea, that.
10. Why am I a Fassinator – Firstly, I hate the word. I hate fandom names. I don’t know why, but they make me dry heave. But why am I a fan? Because he’s probably the most talented actor of my generation. And he seems like a cool guy. And he’s not hard on the eyes either.



Happy birthday, bby

April 2nd, 2017


Fassy B


Happy 40th birthday, you gorgeous fucker!



Fic update

March 27th, 2017

I know you’ve been desperately waiting on my updates on how my story is going (have we? -you, yes you have -me). I can tell you I’m doing some editing at the moment, since the plot took an unexpected turn and I’ve yet to calculate a new route. It’s honestly a minor setback, but I’ve been somewhat preoccupied with a lot of shit lately, mainly this thing I hate called ‘actual life’. I know, I seem to have one. Strange times.

But yea, I’m safely sitting at 60 000+ words (and 100+ pages but that really isn’t a suitable measure of anything) and there is probably about 20 000 to come. Could be less, could be more, but that’s where I’d throw the estimate.

I’m also plotting an AU for this fic. For pwp purposes. (watch me crash and burn) Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.

-Wait wait wait. How the hell has he managed to get up and cook? We’ve barely managed to ooze out of bed and order in.
-Some of us didn’t drink like they had cotton for mouth, you derelict drunks. But that’s not relevant.

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-Don’t even start, she closed her eyes in order not to see his stupidly sexy smirk and his eyefuck levels turning into seven million. –I’m not even remotely in the condition to have you ravage me.
spoiler: she will be

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And because everything needs to hurt:

And he was out the door, shouting something at Gary and she was slowly falling down to the floor, because her knees gave way and she was crying, trying to gasp in air between sobs and it felt like someone was ripping her heart out from her chest.

Now, back to editing and recalculating route.