i'll give you my heart, i'll give you my shoulder
after i perform the good hygiene rituals of showering and teeth-brushing, i shall return with fic! not a lot, and not expectably v. good, as i am out of practice, but i have missed writing!
BUT REALLY, ORDER OF THE DAY, PEOPLES:
where is all the american idol chrisR./blake fic? they are my darling woobly favorites, for all their fallibilities. surely the fics must exist! point me in their direction please! lest i have to write a shambling version of my own. it really is more fun to read other people's.
the fic i shall return with: various we_are_cities responses, because i can be a lameass and respond to our own prompts; and maybe maybe maybe i am THISCLOSE to finishing what i have termed my patrick/pete/jeanae TRIAD TRAINWRECK OF VAST DISASTEROSITY.
my life continues to be an extended lie with scattered showers of truthfulness. it is not particularly what i would choose, but it is an alright life.
no matter what they say -- i still love you.
p.s. when i feel like my life lacks love, i look at the comments of every we_are_cities prompt and am seriously filled with all kinds of warmth. people are so supportive and keep proving me wrong about humanity's tendency for unkindness.
also: every comment thread is a sobrellevar/sonstoodstammer lovefest. i can't say i will ever complain. she is the sweetest ever. if there is anyone sweeter i will kill them - such is the way she rules my heart.
BUT REALLY, ORDER OF THE DAY, PEOPLES:
where is all the american idol chrisR./blake fic? they are my darling woobly favorites, for all their fallibilities. surely the fics must exist! point me in their direction please! lest i have to write a shambling version of my own. it really is more fun to read other people's.
the fic i shall return with: various we_are_cities responses, because i can be a lameass and respond to our own prompts; and maybe maybe maybe i am THISCLOSE to finishing what i have termed my patrick/pete/jeanae TRIAD TRAINWRECK OF VAST DISASTEROSITY.
my life continues to be an extended lie with scattered showers of truthfulness. it is not particularly what i would choose, but it is an alright life.
no matter what they say -- i still love you.
p.s. when i feel like my life lacks love, i look at the comments of every we_are_cities prompt and am seriously filled with all kinds of warmth. people are so supportive and keep proving me wrong about humanity's tendency for unkindness.
also: every comment thread is a sobrellevar/sonstoodstammer lovefest. i can't say i will ever complain. she is the sweetest ever. if there is anyone sweeter i will kill them - such is the way she rules my heart.