I've forgotten what I was supposed to have written
Sunday, October 1, 2006
12:20AM - sailor moon fic (ami/zoi)
fandom: sailor moon
setting: au, present
rating: alright for all
notes: written for sea_thoughts on the occasion of her birthday.
summary: she still hadn't spoken with zoisite. there had been one kiss, three days after the shitennou had been freed from the rocks; she did not talk about that kiss.
( he had tasted like a sweet fruit, and also like ashes.Collapse )
Monday, May 1, 2006
3:53AM - writing
3:52AM - threeforgotten yet?
3:51AM - twoforgotten yet?
3:50AM - oneforgotten yet?
[originally posted: february 16, 2006, 06:03]
eh. I'm totally not insane, trust me.
just because I'm making one hundred icons of saved and the crazy uk lost promo doesn't mean that I shouldn't do fanfics too.
so I've decided to sign up for fanfic100 with "the outer senshi" from sailor moon.
as an aside, I never have to take another fucking high school math class again, and I have to do one history class, two one-half history classes, and one-half computer class and I'll have graduated high school. and with this current night school, I take a three hour class once a week for fifteen weeks (for the full classes), and that means that I have loads and loads of free time. so.
big damn prompt table!
|031.||Sunrise.||032.||Sunset.||033.||Too Much.||034.||Not Enough.||035.||Sixth Sense.|
|096.||Writer‘s Choice.||097.||Writer‘s Choice.||098.||Writer‘s Choice.||099.||Writer‘s Choice.||100.||Writer‘s Choice.|
this'll totally be updated. and like, since I just made 100 icons plus 100 bases in six days, I'm going to bust out this mo-fu with my quickness.
[originally posted: november 25, 2005 00:01]
I would be yours, you know. just to know that you wanted me, for the quietness of a bond that you wouldn't even have to acknowledge, or anything like that. you could say it, that I'm yours, and I would be it for you. all you'd have to do is talk to me every once in a while and maybe pet my hair and I'd be okay, happier than I am now. it'd even be alright if you didn't really want me, 'cause I'd be good to you and every time I saw you I'd feel like I was something treasured, even if it wasn't true. and I could be all raw and open, but I wouldn't be scared in the mornings anymore, 'cause I'd know that I had somewhere to be. it wouldn't even have to be that much...
[originally posted: november 20, 2005, 16:01]
so, I've decided to do a thing for charles, a writing exercise e-mailed to him everyday, to ensure that I keep writing. yesterday, I made a brief history of my past through sickness. today, I described my room in detail.
(he wrote me back a gorgeous e-mail and I feel like I need to treasure it forever.)
so under the cut, a copy would be, and you should be warned, because it is unedited and in one long paragraph without breaks.
( now my fingers kind of hurt from typing all of this outCollapse )
I feel kind of proud. and now, since I signed up for an icon challenge, I'm going to shower and then iconize.
3:39AM - ficlet(s)
3:36AM - selfdestruct
[originally posted: november 8, 2005, 04:54]
I am quite literally ripping apart at the seams.
tomorrow is going to be poking blunted objects into the raw wounds of tonight. eventually, though, tomorrow is going to be classified as today and it'll all be terribly lonely and I'll probably have to cry about it, and then I'll get on the bus and veg out and go to school and try and veg out and go to geography and veg out and go to english and pretend like I haven't completely fucked up everything and that half of the class would find me preferably comatose, and go to my other two classes with a migrane and act like I wasn't thisclose to killing myself all weekend and yesterday.
when the hell is somebody going to call me on this?
today, the seams of my left hand ripped apart
I can't remember why I'm bothering
it's time for new meds, I s'pose.
3:33AM - my fingers can make the sweetest sounds on the keyboard when I'm not paying right attention
[originally posted: november 2, 2005, 16:01]
( this would be the lj cut covering up the stuff that has been crawling under my fingernails to get out.Collapse )