Want. More. JuNi.
Melle: *eyes friends page* "Please?"
Friends page: "Go away, you freak."
Melle: *sniff* "Nobody loves me."
Want. More. JuNi.
Melle: *eyes friends page* "Please?"
Friends page: "Go away, you freak."
Melle: *sniff* "Nobody loves me."
I dreamt I was living in a great big mansion with Jess, Angel (!) and Spike (!!!). There was lots of shouting, mainly between me and Angel, and Angel and Spike, and a bunch of angst about Drusilla.
Popular TV ate my brain! Argh! I haven't even watched TV in four months!
Kill me?
Years in fandom: Um. Nearly six now, actually.
Years reading slash: Nearly six.
Years writing slash: A bit over five.
Number of fandoms written: I think 16-17. I could be off a bit.
Numbers of fandoms read: Erm ... Possibly over one hundred.
Stories written in ... (approximately, and these are only the fandoms I count myself as having been/being "in")
I don't feel like I'm close enough to be giving hre advice on anything, since we've talked maybe three times in the time I've lived here. But I might. I dunno, surreptupously leave some info for her or something. I might end up calling the cops next time they have a fight, if i'm sure there's something going on. I almost did last time. :/