I'm seriously considering writing some smut fetish fuel. You know, those kind of clopfics.
And no, its not that HandyxStellar rapey fic, that isn't getting off the tarmac anytime soon.
I'm talking about those lewd stories involving hyper, growth, expansion, etc.
All that kinky shit.
...
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I blame those filthy futa writers.
Literally the very first scene, Loon and Celly fight a giant mountain turtle
Literally my reaction as I watched:
"Oh, giant mountain turtle? I wrote about that before, though celly and loon were fighting it, not the mane si-"
Celly and Loon show up
"HOLD UP A SECOND WHAT THE FU-"
I mean It's not 1:1 the same as the fanfic obviously but oh my god that was ridiculously hilarious on my part
As Spike wakes up in a place he wasn't expecting, he must now try to figure out a way to escape with his two newest partners while trying to understand what happened to Greed.
Sorry for the lack of chapters, been a very awful year for me, but I'll try to see if I can write more on the coming months.
Wish I had a new chapter to mark the occasion, but by coincidence I did release a new chapter of Rise of Firefly on the same day. Hard to believe it's been nearly two years since I started this, and the end is now in sight, around six or seven chapters away. It's been a long, slow climb to 200, but I've certainly gotten some help along the way, from DEL most notably--his advertising my story caused a surge of new readers in the spring, and his indulgence in letting me tell the story of
You know what that means!
It was great. Ending was clearly rushed though.
It is often said that making a truly anti-war film is impossible. That in showing the act of war, we glamorize it.
Well, apparently Stanley Kubrick didn't get that memo, because Full Metal Jacket shows just how horribly unglamorous and inglorious warfare can be, all while filtered through an almost sarcastic, deeply impersonal filter.