Recent activities have seen a certain backsliding in maturity: watched the entire first disk of my Christmas present from Lindsay, which was the Horrible Histories box set (aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh), have accidentally fallen into rereading the few Asterix books I have and also making Jess read them (I am an expert at looking past the GINORMOUS RACISM ( Read more... )

Oof. Well, if I wanted to start feeling bad again about not writing instead of the comfortable place I was at regarding "I am having a break from everything for December because it's not a good month for me and I just puked out a book, I will start research and plotting for the next one in January", today has provided me with all the elements: ( Read more... )

"Winter makes me batshit crazy" is the mantra I currently have on repeat at the moment. My friends are not:

• All disappearing and pulling away from me
• Only keeping me around because I'm such a fucking failure I make them feel better about their own lives
• Because they feel guilty
• Secretly laughing at me for being such a waste of space

The solution to ( Read more... )

Strangers on my friend's fanfic: essays about why it is amazing, dissections of her writing, endless fanart, fanmixes, adulation ( Read more... )

Everything is already shit. Nothing to do with work or even my commute (and the Time Machine continues to be interesting and good, I am enjoying the narrator's false/wrong theories and him overturning each one as he progresses through the story and gets more information, there's so much pressure on modern narrators outside of murder mysteries to be ( Read more... )

Poetry

the ruin of small thingsI want war. And riots. And everything to end. I want North Korea to nuke America. I want Russia to go apeshit and invade Europe. I want the disaffected and miserable in the UK to rise up and eat the fucking rich. I want everything to go more and more wrong until there is NOTHING LEFT. I want something that fits the ( Read more... )

The existence of the world outside my flat stressed me out rather too much today, so I decided it could fuck off, and spent my afternoon making a very complicated necklace, turning my embroidered angel into a derpangel, and learning a lot about volcanoes instead of talking to anyone other than Lindsay. Conversation with Linds threw up an idea for a ( Read more... )

All my meandering essay posting that I was going to make basically boiled down to "I don't want to wake up any more and I'm pissed off because my life is over and nothing I do will be adequate punishment to people for having impinged on my existence", so I'm going to post that instead.

I miss being thinner and younger and more capable of just ( Read more... )

Let's all thank the laudable successes of my friends for not making me feel proud of them but rather reminding me that I still haven't done quite a good enough job in tamping down my ambition to be something other than an unemployed Tumblr-jockey, and that I am still fed up that I don't have the social skills or desire to publicly humiliate myself ( Read more... )

Original

Matthew, Advent Chronicles intro, Hyena Says, Kurt/Daphne snippet, Unattributed dialogue, Edward Batterbee & Alexander Bruce, Eternal souls snippet, Debating soc snippet, Roger's paintbrush eating, Cricket snippet, Lyme Regis snippet, Dirty secrets snippet, Losing to women snippet, Breakfast snippet, Desmond's birthday snippet, First kiss ( Read more... )