We (tai and I) have a character who killed Madonna to spite his estranged father, who is a fan of her music.

We did this before Lady Gaga was a thing, and now are reconsidering.

(No, this is not a nice character. Yes, this is an alternate reality.)

"I'm an apex predator, damn it, cuddle me!"

* I bit my tongue in my sleep and had to get up and put Oragel on it to numb the pain enough to go back to sleep. Swear to God my teeth are more dangerous to me than to anything else ( Read more... )

I've been mentally compiling this for a while.

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I wish the lunalae of my thumbs weren't off-centre. I can deal with my nose being not-straight in two seperate ways, but the thumbnail thing bugs me.

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I made pineapple curry chicken with couscous for dinner, and it's delicious ( Read more... )

So I'm researching colognes for secret fic research reasons, when the ad along one side of the page I am reading on a French fragrance review site suddenly goes from a picture of bottles to a picture of Chris Evans ( Read more... )

Things this morning:

♦ There's a notebook page of point-form headcanon for Bucky & Toro & music in front of my monitor. It's in my handwriting. I remember thinking all this stuff... I don't remember writing it down. o_o ( Read more... )

Tai and I were sniffing a bag of poppyseed bagels trying to figure out if they'd gone off yet. They smelled bagely, which is always a bit sour.
"And poppyseed smell," said I.
"Poppyseeds don't have a smell," said Tai.
"They do to me," said I.
We looked at each other.

So!

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