So, like. My parents are perpetually upset that, regardless any of my more achievable career goals and whatnots, I'm still insistent that no really, I'm a writer first and foremost, and I'm going to get my stories and books published someday, and maybe I will even have a fandom of my own at some point and then I'll be really good to them and ( Read more... )

So, last night, I was going to make a whiny, self-indulgent post about how two people stopped subscribing to me on AO3, and I'm pretty sure that this thing happened because I publicly said the thing about not really playing around in the Supernatural fandom sandbox anymore because I have well and truly passed my limit for being able to tolerate the ( Read more... )

Courtesy of temporalranger, it's time to talk about some of my icons.

Namely, these ones.

( Read more... )

Misleading subject heading is misleading… because the actual point of this is to jot down the ideas I had for my fic for the next round of dc_dystopia while I was sort of flopping around this morning.

( Terran Workers do not speak to their superiors like that, and they certainly do not MURDER them. )

The post's intended title here, because… I dedicated the actual title space to twitter tags: "Some notes on Sailor Misha-related insanity, OR: no, seriously, my Internet access should be taken away ( Read more... )

( Root beer. It's the end of Ferengi civilization. )

So, here we are again. Yet another "plot-bunny" that has been turned into a 'verse because I have ABSOLUTELY NO CONCEPT OF SELF-PRESERVATION. …And, as per my idiom, I'm going to ramble about this idea under the LJ cut a little, but… this cut is less to save your f-lists the space and more because TRIGGER WARNINGS AHOY: RAPE/SEXUAL ASSAULT, ABUSE, ( Read more... )