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September makes me think of fall, which, in turn, makes me think of leaves.  Thinking about fall leaves inevetibly makes me think about saddle shoes and poodle skirts.  I'm not sure why.  Maybe I've seen one too many movies that tie those things together, but that's another topic entirely.

Back to the saddle shoes...


Yeah.  That's what I want my September to look like.

My mediafire folder got a bit jumbled up somehow (technology... smh), and I like this order a bit better:

Sleepwalk – Santo & Johnny
I Only Have Eyes For You – The Flamingos
Venus – Frankie Avalon
Don’t Worry Baby – The Beach Boys
Stay – Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs
It’s Now Or Never – Elvis Presley

Anyhoo, enjoy:

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Oh, hi.

1. What is your name? Di.

2. Your favorite fic of ALL TIME? The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep.

3. Ever been caught reading fic? Lol. Yes.

4. Vampires or werewolves? Vamps, of course.

5. Zombies or robots? Robots.

6. Your favorite roadtrip song? Twist & Shout by The Beatles

7. Are you seeing Harry Potter on July 15th? I suppose 12:01 am is technically July 15th, isn't it? So, yes. Yes, I am... ;)

8. Have you bungee jumped? Nope.

9. What's one thing you miss about being a kid? Running barefoot on a boat dock.

10. Post a picture of whatever you want here:

g. treasure
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I have just found out that Sean Biggerstaff is reprising his role as Oliver Wood in HP7.2.

This is me:

SNL excite

I might have an unhealthy obsession for that boy.

I am excite.
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Witfit / Cake / Jan. 15th, 2010

Penname: HammondGirl

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): Rated M for language.

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Prompt: Cake

Edward wasn’t sure if it was something he’d said or done to upset his best friend, but at that point, standing outside in the freezing snow, listening to Jasper talk to him like that, it hadn’t mattered any longer. So he’d walked away, discouraged; defeated.

After he was back in his room at the lodge, Edward replayed the whole evening in his mind, searching for some clue as to what had triggered Jasper’s response, but came up empty. At the beginning of the evening, Jasper seemed nonchalant about everyone going to the bar. Then, on the walk over, though Edward had been having doubts, Jasper still seemed okay, and – dare Edward think it? – excited about the prospect of them all having a good time. But when Edward had returned with his wallet a half an hour later, it was though his friend was gone and had left an angry shell of the Jasper he knew in his wake.

He’d been nitpicking Jasper’s every word and every expression, picking at straws, basically, for the last twenty minutes, when he heard the door to their suite open. “Edward?” Emmett asked, rapping on his door.

“Yeah, come on in,” Edward replied.

“So the party basically busted up after you left,” Emmett said, plopping down next to Edward on his bed.

“What do you mean?” Edward asked. “What happened?”

“Well, Jasper came back in spouting off some nonsense that you said you were tired or some shit. I started to ask him what the fuck he was talking about when that chick Jessica almost hurled all over the damn table, so Jasper and Bella got her the hell out of there before she could.”

“Do you think she’ll be alright?” Edward asked, though what he really wanted to know was whether or not Jasper had come back with him, or if he was still at Bella’s cabin.

“Eh, she’ll be fine,” Emmett said with a shrug. “Apparently, she’d never had Vodka before and decided that she’d give it a go with four or five Cosmopolitans.” He rolled his eyes. “Jasper said they got her into her bed okay though. Bella was going to keep an eye on her at any rate.”

“Did he come back with you?” Edward asked.

“Yeah, but he went straight to his room. You gonna tell me what happened between the two of you now, or what?”

“I’m not sure what happened, to tell you the truth,” Edward began. “I mean, all I did was show up and Jasper sat there like a lump. Was he acting like that before I came back, or were you too busy flirting with what’s-her-name to notice?”

“Nah, he was like that before you got there, all mopey and emo, but he was at least talking. Granted, he sounded just like a bad ‘Cake’ song, all monotone and shit,” Emmett said with a sly grin.

Edward cocked his brow, but he’d learned long ago to take most things Emmett said about either Jasper or himself with a grain of salt.

“Anyway,” Emmett continued, “Bella texted Rose just before I left and told her that we were all supposed to meet up at lift three tomorrow around nine. Let Jasper know in the morning, will you? Rose wants to have breakfast with me,” Emmett said, wagging his eyebrows.

“Ooh, breakfast,” Edward mocked. “Sexy.”

Emmett shrugged before he took off to his room for some shut-eye. Edward sat back on his bed, his arms crossed behind his head. He had every intention of meeting up with Bella at lift three the next morning, but decided that he might just accidentally forget to let Jasper in on the plan.
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Witfit / Shimmer / Jan. 14th, 2010

Penname: HammondGirl

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Prompt: Shimmer

“Well lookie what we have here,” she said, placing her hand on the back of Emmett’s chair.

“Jasper, Emmett,” Bella said, though Emmett didn’t take his eyes off of the woman standing behind him. “This is Rosalie. Rose, meet Jasper and Emmett.”

Rosalie slid the chair across from him out from under the table, turned it around and straddled it before she sat. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, extending her right hand. “Are you the one who Bella, here, met at Fish Camp?” she asked, nudging her friend.

“Nope, that was Jasper,” Emmett replied, dropping her hand and cocking his head toward his cousin; Jasper hardly looked up. He leaned in closer toward Rosalie and said, “Please tell me that you have more to say than these three do.”

It was then that he heard Bella say something to Jasper and he actually answered her. Rosalie laughed as she flagged over a waitress. “You want another Dos Equis?” she asked, nodding toward his bottle.

“I could take another. What’s your poison?”

“I’ll take a Black and Tan, and he’ll have another,” Rosalie said to the waitress that apparently had appeared over his right shoulder. “So Emmett,” she said once the waitress walked away. “It seems that the conversation had grown stale before I showed up. Why don’t you tell me about yourself so that doesn’t happen again, alright?”

Emmett grinned. “I could do that. Or… you could start. Is that really a ‘Vestibule’ shirt you have on? Because if it is…” he trailed off, studying the spiraled rings of a tree with quotes written on her t-shirt.

Rosalie twisted her lips in a smirk then said, “I’m impressed. Not many people know Dante’s ‘Vestibule of Hell,’ nor this design.”

“Kurt Cobain was a genius.”

“Well, that’s the truth,” she agreed. The waitress deposited their beers and asked if anyone else at the table needed another round before she disappeared again. “So do you go to U Dub with those three, or what?” she asked.

“Nah,” Emmett replied shaking his head. “I wanted to get the hell away from Washington, but I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to come back and ski during Spring Break. You?”

“Same here. I just had to get out of this place, you know? I mean, eighteen years was plenty for me, but you’re right. You just can’t beat fresh powder when it’s offered up. I mean, did you see the trails this morning before the tourists turned everything into slush? The shimmer on the snow was just…” she trailed off, a wistful look on her face.

“I know exactly what you mean, believe me. I couldn’t resist coming back for that, but I am glad to live somewhere that decent bands still tour; no one ever comes to Seattle anymore.”

“Tell me about it. It was like pulling teeth to get my parents to let me go into the city whenever anyone did come out here. But I’ve seen like four awesome bands since I moved out to Philly. In fact, I’m supposed to go see Elvis Costello the week after I get back with some girlfriends.”

“In Atlantic City?” Emmett asked.

Rosalie nodded, then asked, “You out on the east coast?”

“Yeah, I’m up at Princeton. What about you? Go to school in Philly, or just live there?”

She gave him a sly smile and said, “I’m at Penn.”

“Good school,” Emmett said, returning her smile. “So, are you a big Costello fan?”

“As a matter of fact,” she said.

“Well then, maybe I’ll see you in Atlantic City.”
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Witfit / Pajamas / Jan. 13th, 2010

Penname: HammondGirl

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Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): Rated M for language.

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Prompt: Pajamas

“Are you going to tell me who called or what happened to keep you out here in the snow for the last fifteen minutes without a fucking jacket?” Edward asked, shoving his hands deeper into his coat. “If not, are you at least going to tell me why you’re acting like I’ve just run over your cat by coming back?”

“What the hell do you care?” Jasper asked.

“What is that even supposed to mean?” Edward said, furrowing his brow. “All I did was show up and you glared at me like I wasn’t fucking invited. Then your phone rings and you couldn’t get out of there fast enough once you’d answered. I just thought I’d come and check to see if everything was alright once you hadn’t come back after a few minutes. Fuck me for giving a shit, though.”

Jasper shuffled his weight from foot to foot, and though it was near freezing outside, the only thing Edward could decipher from his body language was that he was pissed. About what, Edward had no clue.


When he’d first walked into the bar, Edward had immediately spotted Jasper and Emmett sitting in the back corner of the congested room. As he approached them, though, it had been Bella that he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from.

“And so the amiable son returns,” Bella commented as he drew near.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Edward said as he took the empty seat next to Jasper. The brunette sitting across from him was hungrily slurping up what looked like her fourth drink of the night, if the three empty martini glasses sitting in front of her were any indication; she didn’t bother to look up as he sat.

“Oh, nothing,” Bella said. She picked up her bottle of Sam Adams between her thumb and forefinger and Edward couldn’t help but raise his brow.

“Pale Ale, huh?” he asked, indicating her choice of beverage.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” she said, smirking before she took a swig and set the now empty beer amidst the chaotic array of bottles.

Edward smiled. “Eh, not much… just that I agree with your choice.” He noticed that Jasper had yet to speak; when he turned to face him, he found a scowl upon his best friend’s face. Emmett was deep in the middle of what looked like a heated debate with the attractive blond that sat to Bella’s left, so Edward focused his attention back on Bella.

“Well, that’s surprising,” she said when he looked back toward her. “I’d have taken you for more of a guy who sips bourbon while wearing silk pajamas, a la Hugh Hefner.” Edward laughed, and Bella smiled as he did; he couldn’t help but notice that it lit up her entire face.

Jasper’s phone rang and he stopped shredding his Dos Equis label into small bits of paper to answer. “Hello?” he asked. “Yeah, I remember. Wait, what?” he said, his voice suddenly tense. Both Edward and Bella’s smiles slid from their faces as they watched Jasper rise from his seat and walk out.

“Wonder what that was all about?” Bella asked. Edward could hear the concern in her voice.

“I’m not sure,” he answered.


“I’m just surprised that you came outside at all,” Jasper said. “Didn’t realize you’d noticed that I’d left in the first place. You’ve been so wrapped up in yourself lately.”

It was a low blow. Edward shifted uncomfortably on his feet and clenched his jaw. “Look,” he said, forcing himself to relax. “Let’s just go back inside. It’s fucking freezing out here.”

Jasper exhaled roughly, his breath steaming around his face. “I’m not sure if I want to.”

“Well, I’m not sure I want to, either,” Edward said. “But we can’t both just bail.”

“Oh, so you just want me to leave then, huh?” Jasper asked. His hands formed into fists at his sides.

Edward wasn’t sure what had his friend so tense, so he decided it would be best just to placate him. “No, I’ll go.”

“Well isn’t that just perfect,” Jasper sneered. “How fucking typical of you: Edward, the martyr. Edward, the perfect, right? Edward, who can do no wrong.”

“Jesus, Jasper. What the hell happened?” Edward asked.

“Nothing, alright? I’m… I’m leaving. Tell Bella I said good-night, okay?” Jasper asked.

“You can tell her yourself,” Edward said. “I’m not sure what happened here, but I was on my way out anyway.” It was a lie, but he wasn’t sure what else he could say or do. When he turned and began to walk away, somewhere deep inside of him began to ache…
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