Now I'm trying to think what drug Due South would be....
Peyote.
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Now I'm trying to think what drug Due South would be....
Peyote.
Where has all my writing gone
Long time passing
Where has all my writing gone
Long time ago
Where has all my writing gone
Gone to doldrums, every one
When will I ever learn?
When will I ev-er learn.
Where are all my doldrums from
Long time passing
Where are all my doldrums from
Long time ago
Where are all my doldurms from
From exam stress, every one
When will I ever learn?
When will I ev-er learn.
I've just committed SPN fic.
I honestly can't think of the last time I fell for a non-Jossverse fandom so hard and so fast.
Guh. Fabulous Mary-centric fic with some lovely twists: Here.
Anne, I am so excited you are writing SPN fic. I have a migraine, so reading and commenting is going to have to wait until I don't, but I am still very excited!
Aw, thanks, Lee! And I'm sorry to hear about the migraine--no fun, that. I hope you feel better.
Oh Lee, I feel like I ought to post in smallfont, in a visual whisper. I'm sorry for your migraine.
Anne's fic is really good. And the Mary fic she linked to gave me that kick in the canon that some fics do.
Oops, wrong thread.
Thanks! It's faded now, enough that I will be in that other thread soon, and then I can go read all the fic.
Well, between giggling at the drug thing and nodding madly at the PMM thing (because I too was thinking 'Dude, you wrote Kissinger porn. SPN wrongness is too vanilla for you') I think I've made a fabulous fool of myself over the past five minutes.
I feel that this is a place where you might appreciate my boggliness at the following fragment of a story that one of the girls in my Journalism club just wrote. I swear to God I had nothing to do with it. Nothing. She just said 'I think I'll write a story' and I said 'Cool, but we've only got a couple of minutes before hometime, so you likely won't have time to get very far' and she produced the following:
Isabella sat by her window and looked out at the horrible scene, Mrs. Lefenry had taken out her daughter and had whipped her a few times, the ceremony wasn't for another hour, but at this rate no one else in the entire village would make it. The snow had slowed , but no one wanted to go out in this weather
...I just about fell off my chair. Bless her. She's 11, and she seems to be penning H/C for the school magazine. I love this kid.