how incredibly terrific
HAVE NOT SEEN NEW EPISODE. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T SPOIL ME.
I can has fleshflutter for Big Bang? WHY YES. YES I CAN HAS. IN YOUR FACE UNIVERSE OF SUCK AND HEAT AND UNPLEASANT INSECTS. VICTORY ARMS X1000! (I swear, I'm not stalking you or something, fleshflutter >.> I just like, saw the summary and I thought it sounded like yours and I WENT FOR IT.)
And hey, it turns out I can write after all. 'Though I cannot write now, as my bedroom is way too hot and my mum's off sick and that means there is potential for her to be in the same room as me. But I reckon once I've typed up what I got this afternoon, I'll be 1-2k away from complete. Still, alas, too late to be unJossed, but hey. Fic is fic.
(I had to shut the windows in my room because a fucking wasp was all buzzing around them in an interested manner, as if it kinda enjoyed the sounds of Arcade Fire and would really like to get a bit closer to my CD player. FUCK RIGHT OFF, I shrieked. And then I flailed. And then I flapped. And then I closed the window. And then I sat in a corner and did 'my name is Dean Winchester and I can't find my sexy car' faces until I felt better.
(Funny story: when I first heard Arcade Fire, my dad having got Neon Bible before all the big and exciting buzz of it hit my face, I really loved them. Then the big and exciting buzz hit my face, and I went Arcade Fire who? Now it's calmed down again, I cannot stop listening. I am such a snob.))
On the downside, I still don't know what the bloody thumb was about, and I still cannot has shower, but all in all. HOORAY FOR WIN AND LIFE.
PS. It may be cloudier today, but it is still hot as all fuck. So hot, I am wearing shorts:
*flashes ankles*
AND A PHOTO OF THE WALL BEHIND MY DESK. Because why not?
It's where my WIP notes live. And my postcards of Prague. And some pictures of my parents. And a rubber duck.
I can has fleshflutter for Big Bang? WHY YES. YES I CAN HAS. IN YOUR FACE UNIVERSE OF SUCK AND HEAT AND UNPLEASANT INSECTS. VICTORY ARMS X1000! (I swear, I'm not stalking you or something, fleshflutter >.> I just like, saw the summary and I thought it sounded like yours and I WENT FOR IT.)
And hey, it turns out I can write after all. 'Though I cannot write now, as my bedroom is way too hot and my mum's off sick and that means there is potential for her to be in the same room as me. But I reckon once I've typed up what I got this afternoon, I'll be 1-2k away from complete. Still, alas, too late to be unJossed, but hey. Fic is fic.
(I had to shut the windows in my room because a fucking wasp was all buzzing around them in an interested manner, as if it kinda enjoyed the sounds of Arcade Fire and would really like to get a bit closer to my CD player. FUCK RIGHT OFF, I shrieked. And then I flailed. And then I flapped. And then I closed the window. And then I sat in a corner and did 'my name is Dean Winchester and I can't find my sexy car' faces until I felt better.
(Funny story: when I first heard Arcade Fire, my dad having got Neon Bible before all the big and exciting buzz of it hit my face, I really loved them. Then the big and exciting buzz hit my face, and I went Arcade Fire who? Now it's calmed down again, I cannot stop listening. I am such a snob.))
On the downside, I still don't know what the bloody thumb was about, and I still cannot has shower, but all in all. HOORAY FOR WIN AND LIFE.
PS. It may be cloudier today, but it is still hot as all fuck. So hot, I am wearing shorts:
*flashes ankles*
AND A PHOTO OF THE WALL BEHIND MY DESK. Because why not?
It's where my WIP notes live. And my postcards of Prague. And some pictures of my parents. And a rubber duck.