My Mom called earlier, we're meeting for dinner later. I'm not really looking forward to that, sad sad disappointment in her voice. Honey, why couldn't you have studied to become a teacher? That way you'd have a job already, and with your archaeology it's gonna be really difficult, also did you know your friend from kindergarten will marry next ( Read more... )

Tales of cleaning and musings on my dark, twisted mind behind the cut...

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Woo! I have conquered my writer's block and am being creative again... Finally. *sigh*
But. Erm. No Mirror!Pinto yet. I kinda maybe surprisingly wrote some stories for the A-Team - traitor! traitor! -, I don't really know how that happened. But the last one of those was a A-Team/Star Trek crossover, so I've been getting closer to the Pinto again.

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And the third and last fic I wrote for grammar_glamour 's prompt in the Santa Exchange at ontd_pinto ...
Post with explanation and stuff and rambling is here.

What we see
Summary: And now the voices get louder, one high-pitched and scared, the other… the other voice is laughing. We get closer to the house, to the voices, to the two men inside. One is begging now, saying “ ( Read more... )