You guyssss
I am so sick, you guys. The last 36 hours have been spent rolling around, sweating, sleeping, not sleeping, throwing up, having crazy-ass dreams about killing Gaga and then WAKING UP IN TEARS THINKING IT IS REAL, YELLING AT MY BROTHER, "OWEN, SOMEONE DIED IN OUR HOUSE. DID SOMEONE DIE IN OUR HOUSE."
Fuck summer flu, seriously.
What parts of yesterday WEREN'T spent whining to my eternally patient twin, were spent hemming and hawing over starting Buffy on Netflix, as drmoonpants made a compelling case for it, working on ssbb illustrations, and taking a break to doodle for a kinkmeme fill I'm seriously digging.
The story is A Doll In His Hands, by Anon over at the meme. I've been wondering if I might know the author out-of-anon, because it ALWAYS seems to be strangestquiet one of you when I freak out over a fill. THE PATTERN DEMANDS IT.
I PROMISE HOT PEOPLE/EMAILS/MY INTEGRATION WITH THE WORLD WILL RESUME ONCE I START BEING A LITTLE LESS DEAD ALL THE TIME. I'm trying to convince my Mom to take me to the doctor, so we'll see how that battle goes...
Fuck summer flu, seriously.
What parts of yesterday WEREN'T spent whining to my eternally patient twin, were spent hemming and hawing over starting Buffy on Netflix, as drmoonpants made a compelling case for it, working on ssbb illustrations, and taking a break to doodle for a kinkmeme fill I'm seriously digging.
The story is A Doll In His Hands, by Anon over at the meme. I've been wondering if I might know the author out-of-anon, because it ALWAYS seems to be strangestquiet one of you when I freak out over a fill. THE PATTERN DEMANDS IT.
I PROMISE HOT PEOPLE/EMAILS/MY INTEGRATION WITH THE WORLD WILL RESUME ONCE I START BEING A LITTLE LESS DEAD ALL THE TIME. I'm trying to convince my Mom to take me to the doctor, so we'll see how that battle goes...