wibblylever: (SHBBC: Three patch problem.)

My name is Moony, and I am a nice bunch of girls living in California with a ridiculous cat named after a paranoid android.

This journal is mostly friends-only, though all of my fiction and some fandom babblings are public.

Most of my fanfiction is archived over at The Pit of Voles, for convenience's sake. I've written House, Harry Potter, Good Omens, Brokeback Mountain, Sherlock Holmes (ACD) and Sherlock (BBC).

In 2003, I rewrote the Buffy musical episode, 'Once More With Feeling,' as a Harry Potter parody. You can find it here. And somehow I was sober at the time.

Recent Works )
wibblylever: (Aroo: Aroo!)
I wish you guys could see my cat right now. Marvin is a long-haired Ragdoll, and his fur is thick and fine. I can brush him 'till the cows come home and he still gets matted. He's also got a serious case of fleas, from where I don't know (he's strictly indoor).

Normally, once the weather warms up or his fur gets long enough to start matting, I have him shaved down. I'm having trouble finding a local cat groomer however; the vets won't do it unless he needs to be sedated, which he doesn't, and the groomers I have managed to locate want $150-175 to bathe and shave him. Oh, hell no.

He's miserable, and the fleas are starting to make him sick, so today I took drastic measures. I bought flea shampoo and a shaver for dogs. There's no point in bathing him while he's matted because the shampoo won't penetrate the snarls, so I shaved off the worst of them and cut away the rest. He looks pretty punk right now. The shaver got too hot so I had to stop, and I don't think it's actually going to be powerful enough to shave him completely (thank goodness for Petco's return policy). But I think he's at least more comfortable and I can bathe him and get most of the fleas off. My boss's neighbor works for a vet and is bringing me some Advantage.

But poor Marvin! He's sulking around my bedroom, meowing mournfully, fluffy everywhere but his backside, which is smooth and velvety and pink.

Lol forever.

ETA: Now with photographic evidence! )
wibblylever: (GC: Two strange girls.)
I am Moony over at DW - it's empty, because I forget I have it, but in case these DDOS attacks keep happening or LJ goes down for an extended period of time that's where I can be found. Please let me know if you're on DW so I can friend you.

And I want to say that even though last night was pretty awful and it took ages to go to sleep, and I kept waking upfrom nightmares and fits of panic, today was better. Because of the staggering kindness of friends and strangers. It was nice to wake up to something positive and feel a little of what I think might be hope. [livejournal.com profile] irisbleufic, you're impossibly lovely, as are those of you who participated. Thank you. I'm going to pick up my new medication today, get some boxes and get started on packing up.

And to Northrend Commonwealth, thanks for looking after me and distracting me and giving me a pep talk. You're the best guild a werewolf could have.

I'm still pretty wobbly, I've felt a bit sick all day, but it's good knowing you're all out there. I just have to keep thinking of you guys, and it helps me put one foot in front of the other. It helps me open my eyes in the morning.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

ETA: If you are concerned, and you would like to talk to me about what happened in 2002, please drop me an LJ message. I'm happy to tell you my experiences, so that you can make your own decisions about something that happened nine years ago.

Donating anything to a perfect stranger on the internet can be unsettling. You have a right to know where your money goes - if you would like to see receipts (today I paid for my venlafaxine prescription, which used a portion of the donated money), or you'd like to know what I'm planning to do in this situation, don't hesitate to ask.
wibblylever: (DW: The Doctor and the Companion)
"Look, all you need to know is: there's a blue box. It's bigger on the inside than on the outside. It can go anywhere in space and time, sometimes intentionally. When it arrives there's a bloke inside called the Doctor, and stuff has gone wrong. He will do everything he can to fix it, and will likely succeed. Because he's awesome. Now sit down, shut up and watch 'Blink'."
- Neil Gaiman

Best panel ever. Seriously. Saw clips from the premiere and from Gaiman's episode, a behind-the-scenes thingy, and listened to Neil talk about His Doctor, and how Who pretty much set him up to do what he does, and Karen Gillan's legs ("They're ridiculous!"). Toby Haynes (director) mentioned he'd be doing Sherlock later this year. And I got a free Who t-shirt!

Some crappy mobile phone pictures. )
wibblylever: (DW: I wear a Stetson now.)
The Who panel is packed. There is a Ten behind me and a tiny Eleven running around.
wibblylever: (DW: The Doctor and the Companion)
Went to SF for Wondercon (I bought my pass 'way in fucking December, lol) and to meet up with some folks from [livejournal.com profile] sherlockbbc.

No, really. I did something social. I left my house and interacted with people offline.

I know, I'm as shocked as you are!

The meet-up was great. Five hours in a food court spent discussing fandom, fic and various permutations of porn. :-) I forgot how much I like the occasional fandom geekery session!

Also, I met Berke Breathed. I've waited 30 years to meet him, and then I met him today. I was practically bouncing off the walls of the Moscone afterward. I called my dad and was incoherent at him. He laughed.

The IDW booth guy let me take a photo; he suggested it, when he saw how nervous I was and that I didn't have anything substantial to get autographed (I couldn't find my Billy and the Boingers book). I don't normally like photos with people but I did it this time because BERKE BREATHED and it's for my dad.

Some guy and a fangirl. )
wibblylever: (GC: Static.)
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
wibblylever: (DW: The Doctor and the Companion)
If you've sent me a private message recently, I apologise for not responding. I was attempting to clean out my LJ inbox of old comments and somehow managed to delete all of my messages. Yet more proof that I am just incompetent at everything, ever.

I appreciate your messages, and if you'd like to resend them that would be nice. You deserve responses.
wibblylever: (GC: Static.)
I think I might need the serious kind of help.
wibblylever: (GC: Escort.)
Rest in peace, Diana Wynne Jones.

wibblylever: (SHBBC: Simply disturbing.)
So you want to send a signal into space?

Apparently my own head!Sherlock surfs Gizmodo. :)
wibblylever: (Fringe: The truth is out there.)
FIC: No Request Is Too Extreme
Rating: PG
Author: [livejournal.com profile] moony
Pairing: Sherlock/John, Sherlock/aliens (not like that)
Summary: Once upon a time, Sherlock wished upon the stars.
A/N: This is the sort of fic you write when you watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Contact and WALL-E in one night. Shameless references to the aforementioned, plus one bonus reference at the end, contained herein. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] fishandcustard and [livejournal.com profile] not_a_cypher for the fabulous beta-reads and cheerleading, despite the utter ridiculousness of this story. I think this qualifies as crack-fic, in a way. But it's sincere crack!

This is for [livejournal.com profile] shehasathree for her generous donation to [livejournal.com profile] help_nz.

If you've never seen Close Encounters it might help to watch this before you read. :) Also, WHY HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN IT WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.

It was not unusual for John to be awakened at all hours of the morning. Sometimes it was his own doing: the need to have a wee, a nightmare, feeling a bit peckish. Most of the time it wasn’t, though. Most of the time he woke because a tall madman with chaotic hair and menace in his eyes stood over him, poking at his shoulder until he opened his eyes. )
wibblylever: (SHBBC: IDEK)
I've just finished a fic (Christ almighty, I wrote something), but both my usual betas are sleeping at the moment.

Would someone like to quickly read through a crack-ish, humourous and insanely fluffy little S/J fic of about 4200 words?

It helps if you've seen Close Encounters and Star Trek IV.

I'm not even kidding.
wibblylever: (DW: The Doctor and the Companion)
It is a dark and stormy night. I'm home alone.

Surely the wisest thing for me to do would be to watch the Weeping Angel Doctor Who episodes.

Right so.
wibblylever: (SHBBC: Scarf porn.)
[livejournal.com profile] wibblylever is now mine. Muahaha. I don't know what I'll use it for, but oh my God I had to grab it.

The Sherlock-and-the-aliens story is nearly finished, and shall be for [livejournal.com profile] shehasathree for [livejournal.com profile] help_nz. [livejournal.com profile] fishandcustard read what I've got so far and raved about it, but she is my bitch and all up on me so she is biased. :P I worry it is a ridiculous little story, but then I remember this is a fandom that turns Sherlock and John into kittens/babies/birds, so perhaps I should not be so hard on myself.


At any rate, Sherlock Vs. Aliens, tonight on MoonyTV.
wibblylever: (GC: Static.)
The methylphenidate SR I was prescribed in late February for my ADD caused cervical dystonia. Confirmed today. Spasmodic torticollis is another word for it. I can't stop moving my neck around, and now my left shoulder. I was in tears at work, so I called the advice nurse who told me to come to the hospital. On the way there my car broke down on the side of the highway. I missed my appointment while fixing my car, called and begged for a new one, and now I am home. I have a new medicine to try, I am not supposed to take any of my old medications at all, and if this doesn't work we start trying the stuff they give to patients with Parkinson's.

First world problems, I know, in the face of everything, but I am so tired of this shit.
wibblylever: (Kells: Aisling)
Right, so.

I'm in need of new makeup. Foundation and concealer, specifically. Currently I'm using something by Maybelline - it's all right but not really what I want. I want something that really, actually, truly works. No foolin', no false advertising, no bullshit. Good coverage, doesn't feel like a mask, sunscreen a bonus. Same goes for concealer.

And while I'm at it, I could use something awesome with which to wash my face. I have combo skin, a little sensitive, zits only when I'm hormonal.

What do YOU lot use? Are you loyal to it? Why!

Ready, set, GO.

PS: I love those foundations that come in a compact, but if you can make a good argument for liquid-in-a-bottle, I'm all ears.


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