So maybe it's 12:21AM right now. >.>
I'm about to go and get myself a heatpack and curl up for the night, and well yeah. I just wanted to ramble a little I guess.
There's too much of nothing going on right now and I hate it. I hate summer in general.
Though. Plus side, sort of. I've been writing more and shit. I've currently got in the works:
- An epic Waycest/Frikey/Frerard inspired by The Virgin Suicides.
- The beginnings/thought-plannings/skeletons of two Waycests.
- Multiple counts of shy/nervous/artkid/artist!Gerard in various fics [see above Virgin Suicides fic - he is a weird kid in that by himself... anyway].
- Peter London / Simon Cruz smutfic inspired by Peter's recent drag photoshoot thing and the new thing Crashdiet have going at their gigs [or maybe just the one in Malmo, idk] in which Simon is tortured onstage [YAY DRAG AND BONDAGE, AMIRITE].
- Slowly getting going on my epic Peter / Olli fic.
- Skeletons of future crossovers and Candyfics, and rewrites of old Candyfics.
That is about it off the top of my head. Sidenote, though...
I NEED MOAR PROMPTS.
ON MY WEEKLY DOSE OF ANGST.
SO GO, MY PRETTIES.
WRITING LJ. YOU CAN'T MISS IT.
And yeah. I don't know.
Not looking forward to school again at all, but I bleached my hair again today and ahh peroxide, I love the smell of thee. It's kid of weird really.