I got tired of having so much accumulated crap on my profile, so I'm going to cut it down a bit, here are the basics:
:Shameless apology: I'M SORRY CARLEY!
age:16.
height: 5 ft 8" I think.
gender: look at the picture darling (BOY! SILENCE! I KILL YOU!)
My e-mail address:
doug11691@hotmail.com
And in terms of contacting me, other than e-mail/ msn (my addresses are one and the same) I suppose you could try and get through to me via Facebook...
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=703100475
IT'S FINALLY GONEEEE! HAHAHAHAHA! I might replace it with a video I'm ACTUALLY singing properly in one day, who knows?
And when this day is over,
you'll think it's just begun,
for many, many Noddys
can do so much more than one.
The Gospel, according to Noddy.
(Summarised) I'm currently working on 'Hot Trash' and 'Hot Trash' only. It's like the only thing on here anyways. I'm not going to update this for ages. Because I CBA! Or maybe I will. Gah! Don't pressure me; I will get snappy.
I hate wasps, bugs, beetles, basically anything that isn't human, though wasps especially. They make me scream. Ugh. I also hate people who regard reading as a waste of time. Tossers. I love people who review, lots and lots. Thanks go to Cosmic Sage for telling me what 'smorgasboard' meant...that word's been fucking with my head for 2 years.
Read stories by anyone who reviews me: Most especially Quintessence-x; Cosmic Sage; zomfgzitseffay; Kenya Bloodstone; Angel of Avarice; lupin likes tacks; Cracked butterfruit and Rainbowelectric . They're all aces guys. But, obviously, not quite as ace as I xD. I think I missed out MisterScotty and probably others, but, ehh, get over it.
"fudge me babe "- Effay, what a darling. I WILL RESPOND TO YOUR PM ONE DAY DARLING! I LOVE YOUUU!
IF YOU HAVE A LIP-RING OR A TONGUE PIERCING, DO NOT EXPECT TO GET WITHIN 10 FEET OF ME WITHOUT ME POUNCING ON YOU; I FUCKING LOVE THEM. (p.s- I love snakebites the most).
Reviews are orgasmic. You know you want to...oh, and, for any who might have pondered upon my picture: yes, I am wearing eyeliner, and mascara and lippie. I am fully aware that I look like a Drag Queen, only less drag and more queen .
OK, I'm so excited! I've just thought of a new story to write! Yay! Right, well, I'm going to set up things like Quintessence-x has on her profile, because she is a goddess and worthy of being imitated :bows down to her:.
Stories in progress:
'Hot Trash': Status: active. I'm totally meh on this. It's not exactly something I want to be remembered for, but at least it isn't too pretentious.
'The eiderdown feather': Status: FUCKED! Yeah, I hate this piece of shit. It's pretentious and over-emotional and boring and meh! DO NOT EVER EXPECT AN UPDATE FROM THIS!
'Trains in the Sky': Status: passive/ hiatus. Yeah, I, like everyone else on here, am utterly bored by this. I'll possibly delete it soon.
Stories planned:
'Both waking and sleeping, thy presence my light': Right, well first up, I'm going to confess that the title will most likely be changed when I can be bothered to think of something more original.
In the summer of 1789, a young Swedish boy with Russian ancestry is washed up on the shores of Lindisfarne Isle; an unknowing victim seeking asylum as his country trembles under the belligerence of an axis of Scandinavian and Russian forces. Benevolent and dedicated, the monks on the Isle immediately induct Aleutia into their order, and as his physical health recovers, so does his memory. His identity is concealed by the monks to protect him; fear of a bellicose Russia under Catherine the Great is rampant and there are always those willing to condemn due to fancifully conceived supposition. Aleutia hopes to find solace in the mundane aspects of monastrial life, and it is whilst visiting the local rural labourers on a mission by the monastry that he meets Bramley Tranter, a young farmhand gripped with zealous xenophobia. When the anachronistic leanings of Aleutia jar with the uneducated yet heart-felt beliefs of the older boy, will either be left standing and will the meticulously structured hierachy of the Isle finally come crumbling down?
Oh, MxM, slash, plausible incest somewhere, violent themes, moral turpitude; it's all here darlings!
And for those history boffins of you that actually know their stuff, yes, I am aware that the Lindisfarne monastry was ransacked and abandoned about a thousand years before my story's set, but for the purposes of me being able to write this, we're going to pretend that some monks returned and cultivated worship and growth there again.
Right! Well, I haven't written any of this yet, and even when I start it, I shan't put it up here until I'm absolutely certain of what I want to happen, because I really like this idea darlings! So the focus will remain, for some time, on 'Hot Trash'.
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