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you da one
Forever weeping because I am too lazy to upload custom mood... thingies.

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the disappearance of
Oh, wow. I haven't posted here in a while, but I've been busy with tumblr and Supernatural and feelings and u g h. Since I'm going on hiatus on tumblr - busy with finals and volunteer work and so on - I will probably write about my life here, since there aren't things that will make me mad. /sighs

Anyway, I hope everyone is alright?

I am off to join some Destiel communities because this pairing is taking over my life and happiness. 

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fanfiction: you've got the love
u g h
Title: You've got the love
Pairing: Dean/Castiel from Supernatural
Rating: NC-17

This is a birthday gift for a very dear friend of mine, JC <3 Happy birthday!

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Writer's Block: Kiss me, I’m Irish!
u g h
How? Partying, of course.
How are you celebrating St. Patrick’s Day?

Writer's Block: Just Say No!
kitty likes to scratch
Feeling guilty for all the good things that go well in my life. But I've stopped. I've worked hard for everything that happened to me and I would never flash it in someone's face. So bitterness and delusion won't stop me from being proud of myself.
And we all deserve to know how that feels. People should stop choosing such high standards, because they will only feel disappointed if they can't reach them. Everyone should be aware of their good and bad points and never lash out at honest compliments. 
What bad habit have you broken?

Writer's Block: Ready for Your Close-up
Aaah, this is all so fascinating! ( ´∀`)I got so excited at the mere idea! First of all, Emily Browning should totally play me. She looks both terribly innocent and feisty. I love her and everything she chooses to be. True story. And we are a bit similar, to be honest. I see myself in most of the characters she plays. 
When it comes to the plot, I wouldn't make it a romantic film. Maybe a story about a girl who dares to look past familiar places and faces and goes on a journey around the world to meet all of her online friends, discovering herself in the process. ;3; I chose this plot mostly because my tiny heart desperately aches for it to become reality. ლ(இ◒இლ) 
A-a-and she would have a bag filled with written journals and several memory cards for her camera and lots of books and she'd smile at children on the train and dance at the bus stop, thinking that she is meeting her next.

Now I'm feeling so sentimental orz;;;;
You have been given an opportunity to have a movie made about your life. What actor/actress would play you? And what would the plot of the movie be?

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words dripping from your body
Aaah, I haven't been here in such a long time!
Anyway, I can't believe I got 98 out of 100 points for that olympiad. I am so happy. ;3; But the amount of work coming at me does not look good at all OTL I CAN DO THIS. I CAN.  (屮ಥ益ಥ)屮 彡┻━┻   
Now... guess who is turning 18 in less than a month?

Writer's Block: Say What?
kitty likes to scratch
A bunch of kids once asked me if I was married. They weren't that young, but I guess that girls in their area get married... pretty early in life. Since their home was a bit "secluded" and in a part of the country where people really care about tradition and so on, it shouldn't have surprised me.
But it was still weird.
What is the weirdest question you’ve ever been asked?

fanfiction: button up your mouth
words dripping from your body
Title: Button up your mouth
Pairing: Arthur Kirkland/Alfred F. Jones
Rating: PG-13 (most likely)
Summary: “You looked kinda cool back there… for a moment.” 

This is a drabble that my friend, Jenna, requested. She wanted seme!Arthur, but I am not too confident when it comes to my porn-writing skills. That, and I prefer Alfred to be top. /shot
Anyway, enjoy?

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roleplay; in which Alfred and Arthur are accidental lovers
summer thoughts
If there is one thing that Arthur loves and wouldn't give up on for anything in the world, it is his privacy. Even as a college student, he insisted that he had his own room, even if some of his friends would crash in his bed or on his floor; sadly, he didn't have a say in this, and even if he did, sometimes he was too drunk to care. Besides, with one clingy Frenchman who knew nothing about boundaries as your best friend, you'd think that he was used to sharing things by now. But he is not.

Sadly for him (and for the poor soul that was brave enough to answer to his add), he is going to have to share his apartment from now on; his living room; his kitchen. He would elaborate on that, if he had the time, but he doesn't.

That, and right now he is sitting at his kitchen table, glaring down at the tea in his mug and sighing like an old man. His new roommate is already late, and Arthur doesn't do late. 



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