This is mostly a post to try this out. It's pretty!

Hmmm, off to upload icons. Alsom writing and watching the History Boys and being in Cambridge right now. Life is kinda awesome.

So it's apparent the Smallville fandom is out of its mind. This reassures me, for when I get annoyed at my own fandom. We're not the worst, despite how bitchy and fucked up we can be sometimes. I wish fandom could be a world of peace and flail, but it looks like it never was, and never will be. I've never been in any fandom that didn't have its share of madness. Or maybe FNL, if only because it's so small you can really have bitchfests. Idk, it blows my mind sometimes.

My 'teacher' wasn't in this afternoon, so Flatmate and I went home. Watched Milk, cried my eyes out at the end. Cleve and Scotty = best characters (and friends) ever. I was extremely moved by it.

It's been a cloudy, rainy day today, my program has fucked my brain over this morning, I was pissed off and headachy, but now I feel better. Two days to go (as Friday is a joke), and then I'll be free. *breathes in*

( I don't even know, you guys. )

Happy bday Harry? Lol, seriously, it just came out.

Today has been stressful. Work is a bit of a mess lately, because we're supposed to all work together on a project, all of us are divided in groups, all having different tasks, that usually come in a certain order in the making of said project, but we have a week to do everything, at the same time, from scratch. So the people working on the background stuff keep on changing stuff and the coding team (in which I am) keeps to have to change stuff, while the team on the database constantly has to rework it, making the tests and everything just awful. I have been wanting to pull at my hair and slap a few bitches much too many times already.

Come home and hope for something nice, but besides these pictures from Brazil, no fic or anything, I feel really like pouting. So. I thought, why not a drabble meme? I remember the camping fic meme worked quite well. So.

( let's drabble! )

To anyone and everyone that ever felt like I've been attacking, that thinks I'm a cow, a bitch, or whatever they think about me: please tell me. This is your open post to just lash out at me, so at least I know what I did to you, and see if I can make things better.
If it's because I attempted to be funny and you took it the wrong way, I should be allowed to apologise to you, right? If it's because I was in a mood and talked badly to you, I should apologise as well. If it's because we seriously don't have anything in common, we should just be able to talk it out.

Just to make things clear on my part, no, I sincerely do not think I'm better than anyone. I'm an average girl, trying to write and have fun, enjoy her life while she can. I am a sarcastic, cynical person, and I see the world in shades of grey. I'm trying to do my thing and I'm not trying to get anyone to see the world the way I do, to like the things I write, either. I talk badly, I say fuck and I mock. It's never to do harm.

If I ever did you harm, just fucking tell me. I'm so desperate about that, seriously, you can't even begin to imagine the way I feel when I discover people just don't dare talking to me, because, omg, I'm not going to eat you, I swear.

I'm screening the comments so you can feel some privacy if you have something to tell me.

YOU ALL.

I have the headache from hell. Comment-fic me? Like, I don't care, short stuff. About anyone. Any pairing. Idk, idk. I just want to snuggle with my flist tonight. I feel. Kinda weird, I need to feel some kind of love.

I'm leaving this open, you can feel free to , like, pimp it and bring loads of people to comment-fic me and start challenges and whatever if you feel like it.

I'll bake you cookies and put rainbows in them. And be the best flister you ever had. Pretty pretty please? I just want an assload of little bits of love because I just feel like I could cry without much reasons, and I hate that.

Pretty pretty please again?

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He'll only spread them, alone, on the roof of the tour bus. Zack would skin him alive if he knew, but Brendon, he doesn't. He can't care. Not when they're open, wide, red and brown and black and white, mixed together, a blur of muted autumnal colors. Not when they're free from the harness he has to wear on stage and especially not when the wind blows through them like that, ruffling feathers in a way that makes Brendon shiver.

Brendon wishes he didn’t have to hide them, because they’re beautiful. He wishes someone would tell him, yeah. He’s beautiful.

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Couldn't get it out of my head, goddamnit. Sorry!

I am procrastinating life. I feel like I need to write, yet I don't want to write what I have to. Kind of. It's more complicated than that. Anyway, as to stimulate my brain and make me feel less useless? I bring you a meme.

( Found over my surfing over the interwebs... )

Come on, seriously please. Do iiiiiiiitttttt. And you can pimp this around for other people to prompt me, this is unlocked. I really want to be amused and amuse you, too!

So first of all, I have never done this and dunno if I am doing anything right, but, still, I am doing it. Because I am bored and, yeah. pimp this to everyone and anyone and their in-laws and mothers, what.

( A band! )

( 5 members! )

( Videos! )

( Making of's! )

( Music videos! )

( So, in conclusion... )

I hope you enjoyed this!