From about 4pm to, er, 2.15am, I seem to have been mostly writing. I have a lot of class work to do, but I have apparently prioritised writing the last installment of the whole Nails & Rope, Oxygen, and Burial thing, Washing the Wound, which is fabulous and everything and it feels REALLY NICE to be writing like I'm sodding possessed again but jfc brain can you not a) pick a happier topic [too much crying into my keyboard, man, I am going to break this computer], b) write a fucking pairing that ANYONE BESIDES YOU, STAN, AND
cunning_croft WANT TO READ and c) LET ME SLEEP NOW.
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hello writing I missed you. NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN.