Oh, show! ♥♥♥

There was much to love about this.

( 5.03 spoilers and a wee screencap )

Now... to finish sgabigbang edits /o\ Just a few more pages! And a couple more hours until it's officially the 26th everywhere.

YAYYYY DONE! WOO HOO WOO HOO WOO HOO!

I started this ages ago and had to set it aside for other projects, but found it tonight when I was wandering through my art folders. SO, I decided to finish it up! It's a cover for sheafrotherdon's awesome, beautiful, and achy Bound by Will, which you should very definitely read.



( bound by will )


In other news: It is possible I have a crush on Alexi Murdoch. Oh man. Also, my soundtrack lately has been all for angsty emo acoustic boys. "Blue Mind" cries out for a "Tao"-centric vid or something, for serious.

1.) I think my laptop is not long for this world :( :( :( The spontaneous crashing/OMFG OPERATING SYSTEM CATASTROPHE/YOUR BIOS IS FUCKED UP, MAN!!!/BSOD messages have been coming faster and faster since they started a few days ago. I've uninstalled everything I've put on in the past month, and it doesn't seem to have made any difference. This sort of thing characterized the last days of my old laptop, so I am not very hopeful at this point.

2.) I have no butt. I put on a pair of new jeans today and looked in the mirror, and they fit everywhere, except my butt, where instead of a butt there is something approaching a concavity. Why? Why? I am curvy almost everywhere else, except there, and you could use my butt to rule straight lines on a wall. Typically I am not very body-conscious, but this bothers me for some reason.

3.) Three days in a row it has rained.

4.) Dissertations do not, in fact, write themselves. Not to torture the poor word, but... Why? Dissertations have been around for hundreds of years; you'd figure they would have evolved to the point where they are sentient, and instead of writing one, a doctoral student would have to hunt and capture the wild dissertation, and then fend off the committee that tries to steal it. If the student can defend the dissertation from thieves/predators/committee members, then the doctorate is awarded.

5.) The word "frankly" really really bothers me. It's probably my most-disliked word ever and causes my spine to go all weird and hackle-y when I read it. "Frank" isn't much better; "Frankish" makes me squirm. I don't even like typing them.

On the other hand "salacious" is a fucking fantastic word. Salacious.



Salacious.

[eta] Although my all-time favorite word, for the record, is "sloth."

This is fiction that isn't fanfic, oh my god. Also, it goes nowhere and it just something that occurred to me while I was trying to steam away my worries.

( the lithophagus )

newkidfan has put together a beautiful, beautiful trailer for No Parachute (Mel's also done a cover for it, oh my god), and it is on the list of the 1,001 things you have to see before you die. It's the story as I really, sincerely hope it could be in its best form, with all my verbal fumbling and ambiguity stripped away.



download | watch | tell Mel how awesome she is!

I've been doodling on a sequel/prequel, because one should be written and also Mel has been asking for it, so I thought I'd put up part of the tiny bit I have typed. (Also, I haven't been very ficcish lately, other than racing to finish sgabigbang, which is a hell of a lot of fic, but I haven't been ficcish here, if you understand.)

( sequel/prequel snippet )