psa and some babble
happy birthday tpod, she of the personal and boyfriend-type dorkitude, and also cuteness in hats. cupcake? more cute boys? :D
dancing boys: *line dance*
i feel, like, super-chatty, like i just want to babble at someone about fic for a while. backgrounds, settings, characters, random scenes, that kind of thing. i have a vague idea or two about the post-apocalypse 'verse twenty-five years later, when you have a first (and possibly second!) generation born after the rift that has no conception of any other life. i even feel the urge to *ghasp* worldbuild for the rantod [1]. i realize that it's kind of unfair to subject someone else to my tangents and half-formed character backstories and motivations, but i feel kind of all fired up with no one to spaz at.
also i have zero desire to go home and eventually make my own dinner. >.<
[1] roman au novel thing of doom. kind of like king arthur (the movie) but better written, and without clive owen or keira knightley. and with fewer mythological overtones.
dancing boys: *line dance*
i feel, like, super-chatty, like i just want to babble at someone about fic for a while. backgrounds, settings, characters, random scenes, that kind of thing. i have a vague idea or two about the post-apocalypse 'verse twenty-five years later, when you have a first (and possibly second!) generation born after the rift that has no conception of any other life. i even feel the urge to *ghasp* worldbuild for the rantod [1]. i realize that it's kind of unfair to subject someone else to my tangents and half-formed character backstories and motivations, but i feel kind of all fired up with no one to spaz at.
also i have zero desire to go home and eventually make my own dinner. >.<
[1] roman au novel thing of doom. kind of like king arthur (the movie) but better written, and without clive owen or keira knightley. and with fewer mythological overtones.