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helena_s_renn request fic:

We Can Make This Long Distance Work.
"I guess I just want to thank you that you’ve shown me a whole new aspect of life. You’ve made me realize that love really does exist - and it’s not just in the movies."

Status: 80% Completed.

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noalinnea request fic:

You Don't Have to be Married to be in Love.
"Most of all, I miss waking up next to you."

Status: IDEAS?

3) Aragorn/Boromir AU fic, in which Isildur destroyed the Ring:

Am I Missing Out on Something Better?
"You know that feeling you get when you're somewhere that you don't belong, but it's so comforting that you just want to prolong it just a little longer before you go back to where you came from- where you belong?"

From Malaysia, Just Friends
"But, if that’s the way then I guess I can’t help but to just keep on loving him. Even if it doesn’t work out, he doesn’t have to know, but I will still love him."

Status: Outline. No idea how to write this out.

4) Victorian AU, ahahahahah. What am I doing anymore.

Status: 3 Chapters out of 22. What the hell, self.

Please, please visit One Hello World. The stories and the music are all gorgeous.

Almost-random question:

An well-researched AU with many historical figures, filled with details of Victorian life, nearly-ridiculously accurate with descriptions of clothes, food, architecture, etc. Otherwise known as 'slotting in the fictional with the historical'.

OR

Fudge it and focus on the characters and emotions and let the readers fill in the blanks with regards to everything else. Otherwise known as 'a whole new fictional world'.

(Otherwise known as: I don't think I have as much time to research as I thought I would have, and I really want to start writing instead of flailing over writing. >: Dear Honours Thesis, you don't even exist yet and you are already torturing me. FML.)

my life in a nutshell:
1. school
2. work
1. school
2. work
3. maybe fic????
1. school
2. work
4. RP, sometimes

oh, you get the point. one day i will have things i actually want to make journal entries about, but right now there is a grand ol' Nothing unless it's bitching about idiots in my class and my insecurities being an idiot. Not Good Enough syndrome, etc, etc. at least i've never declined to using this journal to write down my essay outlines. i know no one will give a shit.

work is work. i still don't understand why i have so much of it and still so little money.

a dangerous method helped me read all my freud's readings with viggo mortensen's voice. no matter how bad knightley was and how bland fassbender was, this movie is worth over 2000000 watchings if only for that.

now i just need vincent cassel to play jacques lacan to deal. i already have maria bello in my head for kristeva. idek why.

also i wrote ten thousand words for viggo/sean with room for a sequel. what the flying fuck, self.

in happier notes (kinda), have a meme.

I'm running a test to see who's reading my posts. So, if you read this, leave me a one-word comment about your day that starts with the third letter of your LJ USERNAME. Only one word please. Then repost so I can leave a word for you. Don't just post a word and not copy - that's not as much fun!

fuck this shit

i can't write for nuts sdxgdsfhdfh /sobs

why do i even try sometimes

sdfgdfgh YAMAMOTO WHY SO- UGH-

/facesmashes

i hate having really really really vague prompts

have i mentioned that i really can't write

Current Mood: irate

Current Mood: irate

AAAAAAAAAAAAAH

WRITING IN ATWOOD'S VOICE IS NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE DFXGFDH Y DO I DO DIS TO MYSELF

/WRISTS

Pollililili? YOUR FAULT. Enabler. /sobs

Oh god how am I going to do this. It's more than just Atwood it's- Hibari. As a girl. In first person. In Atwood's voice with conjuctures and metaphors and-

There is something between the two of us; a history – they like to call it that, history – that runs for longer than this government has been alive.

The door opens and the Commander steps in, closing the door behind him. He leans against the door. We are both looking at him, and I know he can feel the tension in the room, heavy and poisonous. But he doesn’t admit it; he never does. The bedroom is the Wife’s domain, and the Commander has no authority here.

Or so they say. Lies, of course, just to placate the Wives and keep them quiet. Humans are stupid creatures – give them a little power, give them someone to lord over and they will remain your obedient slaves. Herbivores believing that they are carnivores; that they are more than prey.

Only the Commander holds power in this house.

***

There is an umbrella rack beside a door: black for the Commander, blue for the Commander’s Wife, and red for me. Our lives are colour-coded, neatly compartmentalized with premade rules that I can't change or fight against.

There’s no sign of rain today – the sky is bright blue like the umbrella. (We depend on the skies for weather reports, nowadays. There’s no radio or television, and the Internet is a pipe dream.

Progress.)

sdgfdh

/screams forever

GUYS TELL ME IF IT MAKES SENSE/IS IC. Or something. I have enough friends in the KHR fandom right right right?!

/headsmashes

There is something between the two of us; a history – they like to call it that, history – that runs for longer than this government has been alive.

The door opens and the Commander steps in, closing the door behind him. He leans against the door. We are both looking at him, and I know he can feel the tension in the room, heavy and poisonous. But he doesn’t admit it; he never does. The bedroom is the Wife’s domain, and the Commander has no authority here.

Or so they say. Lies, of course, just to placate the Wives and keep them quiet. Humans are stupid creatures – give them a little power, give them someone to lord over and they will remain your obedient slaves. Herbivores believing that they are carnivores; that they are more than prey.

Only the Commander holds power in this house.

***

There is an umbrella rack beside a door: black for the Commander, blue for the Commander’s Wife, and red for me. Our lives are colour-coded, neatly compartmentalized with premade rules that I can't change or fight against.

There’s no sign of rain today – the sky is bright blue like the umbrella. (We depend on the skies for weather reports, nowadays. There’s no radio or television, and the Internet is a pipe dream.

Progress.)

sdgfdh

/screams forever

GUYS TELL ME IF IT MAKES SENSE/IS IC. Or something. I have enough friends in the KHR fandom right right right?!

/headsmashes

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searching for my sun

all those in the shadows dream of the light

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remember that victorian au?

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