In which case, I just retire rather early in the evening, hole myself up in Monica's room (bed's comfy) and doodle, write, you name it, it's probably done listening to the iPod and the notebook is most likely nearby.

First off, we have FMA-fic. This one had me facepalming and snickering the entire time. I'll dedicate it to greywingTitle: Human Contact ( Read more... )

They always marveled at just how well, or just how fucked up the relationship was between Yui and Akira ( Read more... )