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[bubosquared]

Right.

I'm going home. On the way home, I'm finishing this Cchapter of The Game, and then I'll start writing this snippet. Yeah, sorry, V, I know I promised the domesticity thing first, but. Terence is eating my brain, here, with the smut and the bruises and the fucking need to write beautiful prose as opposed to dialogue-based and gah.

So, yes. Draw, then Polar, and fuck, do I need to update my bunny list. Oh, and if I manage to wrestle my brain back from the HP zombies muses, I really, really need to write more Shintaid, and hey, you know, it might be a good idea to start working on that thing, you know, the one thing I write that I might actually be able to fucking publish one day. What's it called? Right. Strange Love.

Argh. Too many stories. not enough time. I fucking need a Quick Quotes Quill! (Typo: Squick Quotes Quill. Heh.)<p

Comments

[andrush.livejournal.com]

TERENCE FOREVER! He's eating your brain and he's LIKING it. Oh, that naughty biscuit. *licks him*

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Yes! Eating my BRAIN! And it's ALL YOUR FAULT!

[andrush.livejournal.com]

*meep* It's not my fault! It's his bloody fault!!! I have no control over him!

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

I was gonna go "Suuure," but then lee went off on a Quidditch tangent, and yeah. I feel your um. Pain.

[deepsix.livejournal.com]

Damn you! I want domesticity! [fist of fury]

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Butbutbut SMUT! Threesome! Bruises!