so please be kind if i'm a mess
Apr. 5th, 2011 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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?
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?
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Date: 2011-04-06 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-06 01:38 am (UTC)however, Danny has to *buy* Steve a fuzzy shirt first. Because he's all utilitarian about shirts. And then he steals it.
ETA: ...Steve...is all utilitarian about...oh god you know what WORDS ARE TOO HARD
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Date: 2011-04-06 01:46 am (UTC)I guess a fuzzy shirt probably isn't a high priority in Hawaii, huh? Damn them :D
Danny has been known, on occasion, mind you, to steal one of Steve's white tees. He stretches out the shoulders something cruel, and Steve always shoots him a look when he empties the laundry basket, a look that says he knows what Danny did, Danny owes him some t-shirts, Danny should buy his own t-shirts. But then Danny finds Steve wearing one of Danny's old, frayed, Jersey-ready flannel shirts that he'd stuffed at the back of a drawer, and sure, Steve's sick, down with the flu and freezing despite the fact that it's 85 degrees outside, but Danny has to think there's something more to it than just warmth, the way Steve's curled his fingers inside the cuffs, the way he's bundled up as if the shirt is Danny, and for crying out loud, Danny thinks, smoothing a hand over Steve's forehead, the big lug, the big damn lug.
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Date: 2011-04-06 02:32 am (UTC)I CANNOT POSSIBLY CONTINUE WHEN YOU HAVE REACHED THE PINNACLE OF PERFECTION LIKE THAT
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Date: 2011-04-06 02:35 am (UTC)I need my bed, love, but I hope you get to collapse into sleep sooooon ♥
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Date: 2011-04-06 02:36 am (UTC)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