[Football] O HAY

[teinte]

My wisdom teeth have officially killed my ability to think, to function or to last more than a few minutes without the right side of my jaw hurting like a motherfucker. WINNAR.

But on the plus side I'm currently in a capslocking, flaily enough mood to post this. It's still in beta mode, so any comments would be appreciated? I DUNNO, GUYS. IT FEELS

Comments

[rondaview]

.... okay. i am so, so glad you are not off writing your 1000 words of tenipuri and depriving footie of your brilliance. >:0< you know, the first time you posted fic i was just utterly LOLZ WTF at you behind my hands because i'd never known a wider discrepancy between what the author claimed was the quality of a piece and what the actual quality, uh, was. granted, you claimed it was the worst thing ever. but the writing was pretty damn good too. okay, i've been wanting to tell you that for awhile now. (i didn't think it appropriate for me to try the first time around seeing how i'd, uh, pretty much blundered into your journal being all lunatic and stranger-ly HAHA. ha.)

THAT SAID, this was lovely. your writing's very - i dunno, each sentence packs energy and wit and just. i especially adore the way you draw in, i dunno, the bigger picture? the same way you did last time with crespo. it's gorgeous, sweeping, the mangy phoenix and the shock beauty and the childlike giant-- there's a touch here that illuminates not just a slash relationship but also the larger, hugely intimidating context in which the two find themselves situated. BUT OF COURSE THERE IS THE PAIR ITSELF. and the humor. i'm sorry, just. LOLOL. GONZO. how SICKNESS OF THE MIND is capitalized and lit up all in neon. i can't even. LOLLOFASOJF

also, i need to read this again. and stop this comment. because it is way too long as it is. <333

[teinte]

I TRUFAX LU, DANICA. ♥

I don't know. I was being a dumbass about my writing for a long, long time. Mostly because I'd gone so long without really writing anything and then because I was so nervous about posting football fic. And I don't know. I'm kind of insecure in general. For now I'm ignoring all impulses that are telling me not to post things and am happier because of it. :D

gda;gdjaa GONZO. I made myself laugh with that whole thing. Hahaha. I'm happy you think it was funny because a lot of the time I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks my sense of humor isn't lacking. And bzzzzzzzzh if my name was buttered into some unrecognizable muppet name, I'd probably be pissed. All though someone once called me Missy. I wanted to introduce their ass to the pavement. But that is neither here nor there.

And ugdha; there's a touch here that illuminates not just a slash relationship but also the larger, hugely intimidating context in which the two find themselves situated It makes me feel more confident that you feel I was able to put that across because for these two, that was important for me to at least talk about in brief. When Serena told me about them and how they were going to Real I was left a bit sputtering and I probably WTFed at her for hours.

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