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Well. I've done things! Stuff. I've posted 33.8k words of fic on ao3. None of it is for Naruto. I am a sham.

But I've done a bit on the apoca-fic. Yeah yeah. I know. Trust me. Three fucking years it's sat around. I want it finished more than anybody at this point. (I think I'm the only person who remembers it).


This is my ao3. I write a lot of problematic shit and rarepairs for Teen Wolf. Fight me. (No, really. Please don't. I've only ever had one fight in my comments, and that's how I learned about the magical line of acceptable and unacceptable underage).

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Apr. 23rd, 2013 12:43 pm
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I guess I'm done feeling sorry for myself and forgetting my woes with The Hobbit (film) slash. I've reached the point when certain words just don't look real anymore.
Lately, all my free time has been devoted to reading fic about Darcy Lewis. Who is that? Oh no one really. She was just a secondary character in Thor (the movie) and didn't even get a mention in The Avengers. She's not even in the comics.

Why do I love her so?

I can't even begin to tell you the reasons, just know that I do. SO MANY FEELS.

Oh fandom

Jun. 18th, 2012 04:59 am
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How do people start bingo communities? Or big prompt-y places?

I wish I knew. I wish I knew this because I desperately want people to write Naruto stories based on/inspired by poetry.

It's only that I was reading Pablo Neruda again last night and Naruto-verse is always in my head now... so everything was about various characters or interesting premises. I'd just... like to share that inspiration with people and see what poem X made them think of instead.

But how? I'm such a lurker what lurks at midnight. Lately, I haven't had the time or energy to talk to my friends as much as I should.

I have many fandom wishes (I'd say goals but I lack the will to carry them out). I doubt that they'll be accomplished, but that's still okay.

From Twenty Love Poems
by Pablo Neruda
translated by W.S. Merwin


Your breast is enough for my heart,
and my wings for your freedom.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
out of my mouth to heaven.

In you is the illusion of each day.
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.

I have said that you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

You gather things to you like an old road.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated
that had been sleeping in your soul.

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Jun. 7th, 2012 04:27 am
malapropian: from The Sandman - Endless Nights (delirium fish)

I've been contemplating doing some noodling about with a drabble series. I just... really... I have no idea what fandom I want to write about. I just know that I want to write something about "I tell you miserable things after you are asleep" because I listen to The National too often. Hm. I had a vague thought of writing about visiting a stranger in a coma just to talk about private things which obviously (for me) led to Sakura talking to coma patients late at night about her troubles because the unconscious can't judge her.

I think that I need to start dealing with the fact that I'm afraid to write again. I stopped for a very long time because I had no extra emotional energy to deal with anything except trying to eke out an existence. Maybe things have changed enough?


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