fic: all of the principals, generals, admirals

Nov 05, 2011 21:14

The only way I was going to get in my word count for nanowrimo today was if I flogged my WIP folder for terrible shit. I mean, in the past five days I've tried to work on three separate so-called legit projects, all of which have serious failings (hello, first person account of the pervy lech greaser from 1962's Carnival of Souls, as played by ( Read more... )

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estei November 6 2011, 19:10:35 UTC
To think, it only took eight months to decide on Spencer's outfit! I love this even more than I thought I could, and I always associate these scenes with a perfect apartment in Brooklyn, so that is a lot of love. HANDHOLDING.

Now. Speaking of Ok Go. Where the fuck is my fic about Damian Kulash, mercurial but well meaning? I'll even allow for an Ira Glass cameo, so long as I never have to be exposed to his sex tape again.

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subterrain November 8 2011, 02:58:58 UTC
HANDHOLDING INDEED. Little Andy, all confident and shit. Look, eight months ago Spencer would've showed up in a t-shirt with a giant fruit on it, and the story would've been definitely called Fruity Tracksuits United or something horrid, so if it had to be unearthed, at least it waited until the moment was ... tolerable. Somewhere closer to blazin' at least. :DD

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subterrain November 18 2011, 16:54:56 UTC
Hey, thanks for even reading it! It is definitely the most self-indulgent!

I'm trying to convince my sister that the only way either of us will ever watch a single Twilight movie is if we mainline them over xmas break this year, but she is digging in her heels. I don't blame her. WHAT IF WE LIKE THEM?!?!?! WHAT WILL IT MEAN?!?!?

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