You. Just. Couldn't let me go, could you?
I have many things I ought to be doing right now.
The paper on Lebanon in modernity, for example, which is due tomorrow. That's a good one.
Or I could go do the research I need to give to my group for my theatre project tonight. Another good one.
Or my yuletide assignment, which I have given brief thought to but have not come close to beginning yet. Not quite as good, but I have a due date set down for it all official like, so I feel the pressure.
So what am I working on, with a frenzied, impatient excitement that has no room for any other earthly concerns?
My Batman/Joker AU for the batmanjoker holiday anon!fest thing.
*headdesk*
I do not need to be working on this now. I have my paper open, and I keep trying to write down sentences relating to the Lebanese idenity crisis, and instead I keep thinking of different ways Batman and the Joker could snark at eachother during sex.
It looks like it's going to be really, really angsty, too. So much so that I'm worried that it'll be unbelievably angsty considering the light subject matter, which in Batman fandom--the one, you know, named after the dark scowling king of the angsty broodiness who is also a man who dresses up like a bat--is maybe a sign that I should be panicking right now.
Well, I mean, obviously I should be panicking right now, but I have multiple reasons.
The paper on Lebanon in modernity, for example, which is due tomorrow. That's a good one.
Or I could go do the research I need to give to my group for my theatre project tonight. Another good one.
Or my yuletide assignment, which I have given brief thought to but have not come close to beginning yet. Not quite as good, but I have a due date set down for it all official like, so I feel the pressure.
So what am I working on, with a frenzied, impatient excitement that has no room for any other earthly concerns?
My Batman/Joker AU for the batmanjoker holiday anon!fest thing.
*headdesk*
I do not need to be working on this now. I have my paper open, and I keep trying to write down sentences relating to the Lebanese idenity crisis, and instead I keep thinking of different ways Batman and the Joker could snark at eachother during sex.
It looks like it's going to be really, really angsty, too. So much so that I'm worried that it'll be unbelievably angsty considering the light subject matter, which in Batman fandom--the one, you know, named after the dark scowling king of the angsty broodiness who is also a man who dresses up like a bat--is maybe a sign that I should be panicking right now.
Well, I mean, obviously I should be panicking right now, but I have multiple reasons.