so please be kind if i'm a mess

[gyzym]

Heya, internet.

So! First of all: tonight I have a migraine and a twitching eye (SERIOUSLY, YOU GUYS, IT WON'T QUIT THAT, THERE'S LIKE A MUSCLE SPASM OR SOME SHIT HAPPENING, WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS, IT IS FREAKING ME OUT), and so this post exists partially to say: sorry. Sorry, sorry, if I've told you I'm going to get something done tonight I'm probably not, if there's something you need me to do now is the wrong time to ask, if you're expecting me to update a gdoc with real words it's looking unlikely. What I've got in me at the moment is, uh, possibly meandering not-stories and maybe some distracting low-impact flail? I don't know, mostly I feel like a rung-out dishcloth who desperately wants to sleep and can't. I WILL MAKE UP FOR IT TOMORROW OR SOMETHING, I'M SORRY.

Secondly, I've decided that the internet needs a big 'ol one of these:

Who's with me?

Thirdly, Ao3 has opened for subscriptions, which is awesome! I am over there under this self-same username, but, uh, be advised if you're thinking of subscribing to me that I'm planning on adding a bunch of fics I keep meaning to archive (all the H50, that VMars fic, the...entirety of History Repeating Itself...) in the next couple of days.

And finally...oh, shit, I've got no last thing. Here, be cradled like this baby hedgehog, which I got from someone on tumblr - I would check who, but I got an error message about, er, tumbeasts, apparently. I guess that's a thing? I don't know, I just edited this post and found four places where I wrote the word "blue" where I meant "the," take the hedgehog now before this goes on any further.



Happy things in comments, y/y?

Comments

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

A little bit--maybe a lot--this is the trouble with falling for your partner like you're tripping down a flight of stairs, scrabbling for handholds even though that just makes it worse, just highlights the inevitability of it all. Because Danny can't have Steve's six against a fucking flu, but he's trying anyway, doing what he can, staying still under the covers even though Steve's too hot on top of him. He twitches when Steve groans and feels like a crazy person, wants Steve to give him shit for this later, because he's got it so bad, is so stupid head over heels fucked for this guy it's ridiculous.

[sheafrotherdon.livejournal.com]

And when he wakes up next morning, Steve's already awake, rubbing little circles with his thumb against Danny's hip, and Danny groans, scrubs a hand over his face, says, "how you feeling?" And Steve says, "better. Some." And Danny nods, says, "I'll go find you some - you should eat. Apple sauce. Something." And Steve gets the goofiest look on his face and looks down at the sheets, ears flaring bright pink. "In a bit," he mumbles, and Danny is exhausted, can't even figure him out, so he just agrees and closes his eyes again, reassured Steve's not going to expire in the next five minutes, lets himself drift just a little.

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

♥ ♥ ♥!!!!!!!!!

I CANNOT POSSIBLY CONTINUE WHEN YOU HAVE REACHED THE PINNACLE OF PERFECTION LIKE THAT

[sheafrotherdon.livejournal.com]

*SMISHES YOU*

I need my bed, love, but I hope you get to collapse into sleep sooooon ♥

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

*SMISHES YOU BACK*

Me too, ahahahha ♥ SLEEP WELL BB, THANK YOU FOR BRINGING SO MUCH AWESOME INTO MY EVENING, I NEEDED IT AND THERE YOU WERE :D :D :D