So, Marie and I have sorted things out. Well, more like she sorted me out, and like I said on Twitter, she is the ONLY person who can tell me that I was being stupid that I would believe. So we're good, we're in love, and fuck the rest of the world if they wanna try and tear us apart. Thanks to everybody who lent support and sympathy! ♥
Anyway, not what I was gonna post about.
So I woke up today and realized there are PLOTBUNNIES - yes, PLOTBUNNIES - running around and mating and reproducing like they're on Red Bull in my head. Centon is begging for a new fic, and a continuation to my most recent offering, but with John out of the title picture for now and with Randy in, I may have to restart it AGAIN. UGH. Luckily the Centon plotbunnies are in overdrive.
Candy is also persuading me to start writing. But I look at this plotbunny and I see desperation, and breathless panting, and lovesickness, and secretiveness, and handcuffs. Yes, handcuffs. Maybe even a blindfold. Maybe. I blame Marie.
DiBiCena also wants them some. Which is REALLY weird because I'm more of a Randiase shipper than I am a DiBiCena shipper, but OMG HAI THAR MARINE ACTION TRITON AND LINWOOD PHWOARZes. I see a car...I see Ted driving...I hear John telling him to drive faster...I see Ted refusing Cena's advances at first...This is INSANE. This fic isn't even WHOLE yet! WTH, plotbunnies!
Ach. Well, I better get started working on at least one of them if I want my head to be a quiet place. I've got lots of thinking to do for the school fair!
Love Lots And God Bless!
~ MARCIANA ~
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