Hallo! I am here to report, to my eternal shame, that my Sweet Charity fics will be late. Bah, and humbug, and i am *so* very sorry, but it must be.
They are in progress, though, so....do not despair!
In other news...In two days - less! - i get a
sweptawaybayou!! Yes, yes i do!
*twirls her* And insidious plans are afoot to keep her here Thursday night! So we can watch Supernatural together!
*dies of glee*
Omg, omg, omg, i must clean my bathrooms....*runs about madly*
*cough* we shall not talk of baseboards *cough*
ANYway....that's pretty much all the news that's fit to print. Oh, except for this teeny little snippty coda of a thing to the last ep of SPN. It keeps intruding into my brain, so - better to write it than not.
It's not really dark. Not really, and the wall (is it a wall? it's warm, maybe it's not a wall, is it a person? Maybe it is...maybe...) whatever is behind him is slick-sticky, warm. Hard and soft and not right and he doesn't want to think about it, won't fucking think about it, no, no, he won't, can't make me, can't make me....
It, he, it...comes in. (From where? There's no there, there, it's just more of the same, more blackredslickhotnotrightnot). Something like teeth in something like a grin in something nothing like a face and he knows, he knows. Have to get up now, have to go, have to, have to....
He's so fucking tired, he's so tired and the stink is ironshithot, it's sulphercharpuke and it never goes away and he pushes against the (wallthingperson) and stands and his leg is wrong, his hand is slick, his mouth is sealed shut, blood and gut and screams and....
"Another day, another dollar," he it he says, somethingnothing like a chuckle grating out of the thing like a mouth and he goes, he goes, he goes, (five hundered and thirty-seven days ago, five hundred and thirty-seven days I broke, I lost, I gave up, five hundred and thirty-seven days ago I let them win I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry....)
Yeah, not so happy, sorry.
*twirls you all*
They are in progress, though, so....do not despair!
In other news...In two days - less! - i get a
*twirls her* And insidious plans are afoot to keep her here Thursday night! So we can watch Supernatural together!
*dies of glee*
Omg, omg, omg, i must clean my bathrooms....*runs about madly*
*cough* we shall not talk of baseboards *cough*
ANYway....that's pretty much all the news that's fit to print. Oh, except for this teeny little snippty coda of a thing to the last ep of SPN. It keeps intruding into my brain, so - better to write it than not.
It's not really dark. Not really, and the wall (is it a wall? it's warm, maybe it's not a wall, is it a person? Maybe it is...maybe...) whatever is behind him is slick-sticky, warm. Hard and soft and not right and he doesn't want to think about it, won't fucking think about it, no, no, he won't, can't make me, can't make me....
It, he, it...comes in. (From where? There's no there, there, it's just more of the same, more blackredslickhotnotrightnot). Something like teeth in something like a grin in something nothing like a face and he knows, he knows. Have to get up now, have to go, have to, have to....
He's so fucking tired, he's so tired and the stink is ironshithot, it's sulphercharpuke and it never goes away and he pushes against the (wallthingperson) and stands and his leg is wrong, his hand is slick, his mouth is sealed shut, blood and gut and screams and....
"Another day, another dollar," he it he says, somethingnothing like a chuckle grating out of the thing like a mouth and he goes, he goes, he goes, (five hundered and thirty-seven days ago, five hundred and thirty-seven days I broke, I lost, I gave up, five hundred and thirty-seven days ago I let them win I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry....)
Yeah, not so happy, sorry.
*twirls you all*
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We won't mention those things. No need for that.
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Yes yes, no mentioning.....
:)
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And i love it. LOVE IT.
:D
I adore when you visit the dark side of your brain. heh, i think you know that.
*shivers*
and YES! One more day of at-home-ness and then i'm *so* there!!
*dances you*
whoooot!
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*twirls you madly*
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
Here!!!
My new house!!!!
*gleee*
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Dean bean...
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*sniffle*
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I just...had to get it out of my head.
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And yay for you and happy visits! I'm trying to get the niece to come home and watch the new SpN with me!
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And yes! With like-minded company is cool. I've never done that before!
:)
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Heee! I see them when i sweep, i just....
*hands*
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Hey, you should go here and do this. :) Fun with vampires!
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Ooh, interesting. I may just join up. I'm committed to some stuff right now - Sweet Charity and a fairy-tale ficathon....we shall see!
:)
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Dude, what's a baseboard? It sounds unimportant. At least not as important as bathrooms :D
He's so fucking tired, he's so tired and the stink is ironshithot, it's sulphercharpuke and it never goes away and he pushes against the (wallthingperson) and stands and his leg is wrong, his hand is slick, his mouth is sealed shut, blood and gut and screams and....
And that . . . wow.
How the heck do you do that? Even my darkest side isn't this dark! I'd be jealous and grrr! if I didn't like you so much. You should write more like this.
and the stink is ironshithot, it's sulphercharpuke and it never goes away
That was perfect. I hate to see Dean suffer, but you make it beautiful in a dirtywronghorror way that's just . . . perfect. Perfect despair. I heart u.
::hearts::
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*eyes them*
And thank you, bay-bee. My little brain, she has some very ugly rooms that we keep shut most of the time. But sometimes....
*shiver*
*hearts back*
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I just can't be happy, knowing my baseboards are fuzzy.
:)
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trying to run down darkhaven to chat about his blog that discusses bt/phorm
if you know him, please tell him to email me at..
malleylaw@gmail.com.....ty
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There's all this news about the winter storms knocking shit down all across the Midwest, and Missouri was mentioned and I didn't even make the connection till now--I'm a swift one, me.
Anyway, are you guys okay? If you're not--well, then, you're probably not reading this, but if you are, is there anything I can do to help?
I hope you're all okay.
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We're good! See email.
:)
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http://news.bmezine.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/20090205-aloewishes-2.jpg
so shitty next to yours. ;)
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Sheesh.
And yeah, i don't have that addy anymore, or at least, not at the moment.
Use tabaquij at gmail dot com
:)
*waves*
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updating address book, thx.
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Um, what?
I'm not sure what you mean.
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Nope. We got a new server instead, so the old stuff isn't working. We just hit 24 years on the 2nd. :)
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:)
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:)