TUMBLR BLACKOUT POST

[inkpool]

So I am going to be so stir-crazy tomorrow. (Today?) Who's up? Who's around? Tell me about your day, your summer, your life, the fic you're writing, the fic you're not writing. Let us chat.

Or you can show me cat macros. That works too.

Comments

[possibly_thrice]

I want to talk to you more but every time I work myself up to it I get the raging willies. :(

So now I am leaving you a comment right before I go to bed, like a coward.

But. Hi. The only fic I am currently working on are HSO nonsense and Dave/Rose/Kanaya hideousness. Is anyone surprised? No.

[inkpool]

Noooo, come back D: I keep wanting to talk, too, but you are too hopelessly witty!

Also I think you mean Dave/Rose/Kanaya beauty. I cannot imagine anything involving that threesome that would be anything but.

[possibly_thrice]

Ooh, yeah, that's what I am going to tell myself henceforth. I am just too witty to summon the balls to speak to other humans. This explains everything.

As for anything but-

Seven words:

Feelings jam on the fake beards pile.

[inkpool]

You do not feel like gracing us mere mortals with your dagger-sharp tongue. It's okay. I understand!

And I don't see how that is not the very definition of beauty, madam.

[possibly_thrice]

I'm just trying to protect you! I'm glad you see my dilemma.

In that case, there is no hope for you, and may I welcome you to the handbasket party. We don't know exactly where we're going but wherever it is, it's warm.