How it Could Have Ended: Viva Las Pegasus · 12:17am Sep 18th, 2016
Spoilers after the break.
Spoilers after the break.
I know I'm late to promote. I was at the Eldritch Moon prerelease. Shut up.
So last week's is done, and this week's is a bunch of weird crossovers. Whoever's not going nuts yet, go nuts.
That's how this makes me feel. Yesterday I hung out with some friends from my GSA. After one of my friends went home, the other friend and I went to Target. I got socks, and he got a birthday card for his brother. When I got home, I immediately started to sew some shit. Oh yeah, and I sewed myself some cat ears the moment I woke up. Anyway, I sewed a thing, and I'll post the tutorial once I give said thing. I really hope it
I heard you like my one shots. That's great, 'cause I like them too. The problem is some of my one shots don't seem to work as standalone stuff. This does not make me happy. This does not make my readers happy.
I NEVER THOUGHT I'D HAVE A REASON TO BLOG ABOUT INJURING ETERNITY AGAIN BUT HERE WE ARE
Hiiii, everyone!
The awesome Sylvian wrote a SUPER NICE fan-epilogue for Injuring Eternity, also known as my arguably best RariTwi fic. The story can be enjoyed without having read IE, but it's a lot more meaningful if you've read the original fic.
Sassy Chapter Excerpt
A dull throb in her chest broke Sassy’s concentration. She shifted in the chair, leaned forward, then slowly rotated her left shoulder a few times. The motion was impeded by her tight armor and an almost sticky feeling in the joint, not to mention a burning line of discomfort that worked its way down the left side of her spine.
Moosetasm
Okay, so first things first, I want y'all to know that I'm fine. I'm perfectly okay.
Good? Good.
So a couple weeks ago, my father found blood on my sheets. Figuring the time had finally come, he sat me down in front of him and told me about the wonders of growing up and the ways my body is going to change.
Then he stopped, and realized I'm actually not a woman.
So to the hospital we went.
New article up that I"m especially proud of
This one's a kind of explanation on how and why large groups of people form. What do the Yakuza, the Crips, the Black Panthers and #MeToo all have in common, and why do so many people do things that they know are so bad for everyone else?
These images.
I know that sitting-just-behind-someone's-shoulder-and-talking-to-them-feel, Tia. I too do it on purpose to mess with people.
Pinkie Poppins.
Nice detailed eyeroll!
hello all! been very busy lately and wanted to drop in to remind y'all i'm not dead.
new chapters of Family Tree and Once Upon a Harvest Moon are in the works, so hang in there
and maybe a new Dreamweaver story, but that's still in the early stages. i like the idea of that one being a mini-series, or w/e
and i've got a few unpublished ideas that need finishing/polishing, might publish those to put some new stuff out.
... though not for lack of trying. In between a layoff and a vacation at my new job, I've been working the work of three people. (At least I've been earning double paychecks due to all the OT.) The death march hopefully should ease up this week.
As a reminder that I'm still around, new story in the morning! A minific that started life in one of the Quills & Sofas speedwriting competitions back in like ... mid-August.
Hahah wow I sure hope Fimfiction user Bad Horse doesn't mind me sharing this 100% real absolutely unedited unforged super veridic conversation we really had! I would have asked him for permission first, but he's offline, and I might be going to a place with no Internet for a couple weeks.
I'll have to keep it a secret for a few months since it's a gift, but it is so beautiful! It looks like something that you can buy at a store. My mom says that it looks like something I could sell for $20 or $400 if it's at an anime convention. It sounds like a good idea, but there's no way I can sell these things. It took me two days to make it by hand, and I put my love in every stitch. I'm not making these for just anyone; my hands would fall off if I
Alrighty, kids, I've got a fun one for y'all today. Like, y'all know how some authors—even me, when I remember—do state of the author blogs for particular months? Mine would be mostly working on this one, specific truck.
But first, you know what to do:
Hi. How are you. You look great today.
I fucking cried twice since this started - you know, the fascist invasion for territorial conquest of a small, young democracy. Once a few days into it, when the reality sunk in. Once yesterday. You know. Mass graves. Civilians executed with their hands tied and bullets in the brain.
You know. Like the last time the fascists went through Ukraine.
Hello, robot fans! Knowing the gorgeous, tasteful people you are, I have two things that might be of interest to you...
Content is going to relate to what the title says.
I am also posting this at fucking 4 AM. Fuck my life.
So, since I've pretty much made my little return back to writing in the past week or two, I've found out that a bunch of... drama, I guess has been going on.
As I look through this... well, this fucking mess I guess you could call it, I'm finding out some stuff.
So here's a bit of a backstory:
You hear that? That's the sound of your nipples getting hard at the mere thought of what lies underneath the line break. You have probably never wondered how Aragón poetry sounds like -- but, guess what, darling?
You might find out anyway.