Goddamn, friggin'!
Only Warning: I'm about to rant and curse violently and talk in italics because it's way too lateearly for this and, Jesus.
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One-shots are not supposed to hit 31k shortly after the halfway point, goddamn that motherlovin' fuckin' piece of crap that just keeps mutating and growing and where did all that fuckin' plot come from anyway, I ask you, where the fuck?
It's one in the morning and I should probably be sleeping and not, you know, brooding over Word files and notebooks and trying to figure out where shit went sideways and why I can't stop now and, Jesus, I'm going to need so many pretty things to make up for what this story is doing to my brain and my sanity and, gods, my sanity.
I'm quoting Siken and breaking people's hearts left and right and torturing characters and writing it all in weirdass, fairy-dust style that makes my head spin and just, fuck. Pass the Xanax and hold on to your skull-print panties, this one is never going to end and I want, like, chocolate and tea and possibly a fanmix for this.
Can I have one of those? I've never had one of those.
Fucking First Class. Fucking ideas. Fucking italics.
Somebody hold my hand. I'm sorry for my filthy mouth.
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One-shots are not supposed to hit 31k shortly after the halfway point, goddamn that motherlovin' fuckin' piece of crap that just keeps mutating and growing and where did all that fuckin' plot come from anyway, I ask you, where the fuck?
It's one in the morning and I should probably be sleeping and not, you know, brooding over Word files and notebooks and trying to figure out where shit went sideways and why I can't stop now and, Jesus, I'm going to need so many pretty things to make up for what this story is doing to my brain and my sanity and, gods, my sanity.
I'm quoting Siken and breaking people's hearts left and right and torturing characters and writing it all in weirdass, fairy-dust style that makes my head spin and just, fuck. Pass the Xanax and hold on to your skull-print panties, this one is never going to end and I want, like, chocolate and tea and possibly a fanmix for this.
Can I have one of those? I've never had one of those.
Fucking First Class. Fucking ideas. Fucking italics.
Somebody hold my hand. I'm sorry for my filthy mouth.