Professional Icelander and fic reader. Do not leave in direct sunlight. Some assembly required. Batteries and motivation to write not included.

You know you're chiller and you're flipper and you're hipper than that. So face your demon, stop screamin', and pummel it flat! | Soon™

I throw parties and everyone is invited to them. But please, leave your shoes at the door.

Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”

Maybe I'll upload something here. Maybe I won't. I haven't written fanfiction in a loooooong time.