I will sodomise you and face-fuck you.
I am really heavily mired a moral quagmire right now, y'all. Liza is screaming things about "JUST STICK YOUR DICK IN HIS WOUNDS" and writing fic that's surpassed "questionable" and sailed off into a sunset constructed out of blood and fucking; I have managed to stand on the off-switch for diplomacy and am responding to criticism with the exhortation to "lick the piss off my clit, dickhead". SO EVERYTHING IS NICE.
In that vein, I have yet to write up my gift shop review for the Imperial War Museum, I have yet to expand on my plot notes for AC, I have yet to do anything because I am busy writing fanfic yet again. I am hopeless. I have no self-discipline and there's no one around who can actually MAKE me do this shit.
Blog Posts
All the World's A Soggy Semi-Circle My clearly brilliant thing about open air theatre.
Photos
Photos of photos from 86/87
In that vein, I have yet to write up my gift shop review for the Imperial War Museum, I have yet to expand on my plot notes for AC, I have yet to do anything because I am busy writing fanfic yet again. I am hopeless. I have no self-discipline and there's no one around who can actually MAKE me do this shit.
Blog Posts
All the World's A Soggy Semi-Circle My clearly brilliant thing about open air theatre.
Photos
Photos of photos from 86/87