You guys. This happens all the time.
I'll be minding my own business, writing fic, and I'll start re-examining the plot. "Ooh!" I think, "a scene like this would totally work there! I'll just bang it off, it'll only take me twenty minutes or so."
And then I spend the rest of the day writing 4,000 words of desperate, needy couch porn. X___X
*facepalm*
THIS SERIOUSLY HAPPENS ALL THE TIME. D:
I just... I don't even know.
Also, this uncomfortable and kinda dark Blaine/Kurt fic has taken over my life. It is now officially longer than
Waves Upon the Shore, which is just completely absurd. And it's a bit awful to both of the boys. :( Why can't I keep people happy in my fics?
Sorry Kurt. :( I'll be nicer to you in my upcoming kinkmeme prompt fill, I promise! ... whenever that gets finished...
In related news, I managed to cut myself on a loaf of bread at work the other day. Badly enough that I actually bled quite a lot. TRUST ME TO INJURE MYSELF ON SOMETHING NORMALLY SOFT AND FLUFFY.
Stay tuned for next week, in which I stab myself with a spoon and shoot myself with a chocolate chip cookie.
"Too Long, Didn't Read" Version: Fic coming as soon as I can stop myself from taking porny, porny detours. :D