You know those days when you're kind of unwell and you have a day at home trying to catch up on assignments and like, your health, and then you open your BBB fic and think "Damn, I really should finish this," and then you write weird Panic fic because you have not tried that shit out in so fucking long? Yeah, today was one of those days. This is so weird.

( well i'm rubber, you're glue )

I shit you not, I have *the* most epic Skins Primer in the works. There's not even any need, there's been 2 1/2 seasons and they're all up online, but I started having way too much fun compiling things and I just want you all to love it because that show is so the love of my life. So ridic and gay and hilarious and then they throw in surprise ouch >:( THEY DECIDE TO THROW OUT THE ENTIRE CAST AFTER TWO SEASONS AND I STILL LOVE IT :( My dirty affair with it is not over, basically. Let me indulggggge.

For now have this weirdass scene which came from nowhere when I was attempting to write BBB the other day. I think I probably read a fic which went along this vein of thought one time and this is my own version or something. It's probably stolen, idk. Sorry?

( blahblahblah )

Also I have downloaded a lot of awesome music today! :) The debut album from White Lies is awesome, fyi, and the OST for Angus Thongs And Full-Frontal Snogging is really good, damnit :(

Guys, I know I am super lame at doing these and will probably end up FAILING YOU ALL, but whatever, let's just do this shit, okay?

Prompt me and I will write you things! It can be anything as long as you can safely assume I know a little about the people/things involved. Dude, it is nearly Christmas, okay! MY TREE IS UP! So this is my present to you, world, be it gen or porn. Kinky (although not like...the scary, YOU WANT ME TO WRITE WHAT?? kind, the oh yeah sure thang kind) or cute.

Think of the possibilities! Song-based or picture-based or story-based or movie-based! Totally out there stuff you were never brave enough to write yourself or ask people for. I am willing to be the ear to your desires. The keyboard to your fantasies. The let down to what you actually wanted.

And go!

Title: Romantic Fatigue
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No harm, no foul intended. If this involves you in any way, please hit the back button immediately! Title taken from a song by Frank Turner (link at the end!)
Author's Notes: This is an absolute shameless undertaking of self-indulgent angsty nonsense. This is like, oh god, just about every epic fucking romance cliche rolled into a slam-bam of angst-filled P/P, and then rolled around in a sickly pile of fluff with added melodrama. I'm not kidding. This is what happens when I have a shitty few weeks and I start a fic just to wallow in ONLY IT WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE AFTER D: I'm sorry!!
Thank you to dimmingdivine for getting the first draft back so speedily, and being supercool and absolutely right about the bits that didn't work, and for the prodding to maybe have a happy ending after all. I should maybe sit on this thing longer, but it is a Sunday, guys, and therefore Monday tomorrow, and I think that that is reason enough.

( i didn't write this song for you )

Firstly: Yay! America! Thank you so much! Well done, I WANT TO HUG YOU ALL AND NOT LET GO FOR A REALLY LONG TIME. LAST NIGHT WAS SO NERVEWRECKING, OMG. Although big thumbsdown for some of the Props that passed :( I guess not all change can happen at once.

Secondly: This is some assholeish thing that should probably not ever see the light of day, but it is SITTING on my harddrive taunting me. It started when I realised how much I like dudes with tattoos, and how all dudes should have tattoos, especially on their arms, and then this ridiculous dudebro plotless thing happened. I don't know.

( can't get rid of me that easy )

Om nom nom. A fry up after a night out is one of my favourite things. Another is being on lj at 10:30 in the morning, hungover and reeking of cigarettes, knowing that I have nothing else to do today except sleep it off. I am excited to forget last night!

ETA: I'm looking for someone willing to beta some things for me? Like, any help at all would be appreciated, from plot suggestions to OH GOD PUT IN A FREAKING FULL STOP ALREADY HOW LONG DO YOU WANT TO MAKE THAT SENTENCE? kind of thing. That would be cool!

Oh, another thing:

this ain't no hot line
R/NC-17 (i have dodgy morals, okay), 1512 words.
Pete/Patrick, uh, phonesex? Only not.
a work of fiction. the back button is your friend!
( I am not going to have phone sex with you. )

Oh hey, so I wrote something!!

so i could pin it to my sleeve
Pete/Patrick, 1,760 words.
tame! yet oddly untrue.
a schmoopy attempt to break writer's block.

( i was pulling at my heart so i could )

howl is such an amazing album. seriously, you don't even have to pay for it, just download it. it is brilliant. it reminds me of midnight drives and believing in something.

i'm sorry i have failed at updating recently! i am sort of uninspired and uninteresting, but i am hovering on the peripheries. as in, i stalk my friends list and do my best to keep up to date, so please don't hate me and i, er, hope that doesn't freak you out.

i feel like the whole world is a giant question mark at the moment. it's weird. also it is dark in my room and i have not slept enough recently at all. it makes me thinky, but, argh.

i have the strongest urge to write ryan/brendon or spencer/jon or spencer/brendon right now. i don't know, prompt me?? with pictures or words or music, because i want to break my block and write about boys feeling things that they probably don't.

also it took me waaaaay too many attempts to type this I AM SO OUT OF IT. SPELLING, WHAT IS THAT??

i hope you are all well!! ♥

I had a three hour exam today and wrote fifteen pages D: Ugh, my poor hand. On the plus side I never have to take a psychology exam ever again! \o/ On the minus I have to be up at eight tomorrow morning for work :(

But hey, you win some, you lose some, and I wrote a snippety Brendon/Patrick THING based off of My American Heart's 'Tired And Uninspired' (ONLY NOT REALLY, I JUST LIKE THAT SONG LOTS *g*) HEY, LOOK AT THAT.

( so we ran out of town from everyone who was calling us out )


ANYWAY. i'm in a drabble-y mood. prompts are fun! ♥

Be Sought Or Seeking (Or Found).
10,000+ words, Pete/Patrick, NC-17.
Major heads up and thanks and toffee cake to dimmingdivine for all handholding and flailing! I loooove you.
Inspired by this WAC prompt. So unbelievably fake. Totally not real! Always choose the back button.
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