( I'm a little lost in the general scheme of things, but I have a vid rec! )

Numbered for convenience:

1. I love Matt Nathanson's new song- "Faster". I've had it on repeat for the past three days. It's also possible that _mournthewicked  wrote a hot little J2 fic in one of her verse's using the song that I can't help but think of nearly every time I hear it.

2. I'm back at uni, have been for one week now, and it's already doing my head in ( Read more... )

( one point, two point, three point, four... cut for unhappy thoughts, questions and some squeeing over non-spoilery things. )

California County blatantly dismisses the legal rights of an elderly gay couple.

Which is pathetic. And sad.

remember how the Australian station Channel Ten stopped airing Supernatural only six episodes into season five, so fans kicked up a storm and mounted a (successful) campaign to bring it back ( Read more... )

I have like, ZERO motivation to write my Big Bang. It's worrisome. I even have a plot now! Which is awesome since I didn't have one a month ago, just a general idea... but it still just does not want to come together.

Perhaps I'm listening to the wrong music- I'm putting together a playlist to help with the angsty creative flow that is needed for ( Read more... )

I'm not entirely sure why I decided to do this now. It certainly hasn't come about because I'm any way depressed, at least, not at this very moment. I guess I'm all worried because badcobear is in a tough place right now (and sorry for outing you about it sweetie, but I care too much) and it's kind of like- I'm okay enough to say what I want to say.
So I'm ( Read more... )

Rating: R. Hard R. This is... disturbing. To say the least.
Words: 2139
Warnings: Mentions of murder, suicide and paedophilia, implied abortion.

A/N: Written for the Notebook In Hand competition for the prompt Ten. Was meant to be between 200 and 2000 words (not exceeding), but I didn't make the deadline (so didn't submit), and kind of luckily, ( Read more... )

Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)

They Weren't There by Missy Higgins. It's so beautiful.