Dear Skins,
Wha da fook'd you do to Franky? And why?
featherxquill and I have had some serious Words about your behaviour on this subject.
My brow is raised at you good sir,
Kiwi
Dear Pan Am,
Keep doin' what you doin'.
Yay but no spoilers here,
Kiwi
Dear Richelle Mead,
You have a good surname. Also, I am finding myself surprisingly drawn into your Vampire Academy books. But do you understand the definition of a minute? Do you understand the duration of time that is 'a few minutes'? That's 60 seconds times at least two and that's...a lot of time for a character to be standing there doing nothing, or staring, or doing little trivial things. I just wanted to make sure you knew. Because if a line of students were being called up by name--every student in the room--and the person calling the students didn't notice for a few minutes that I didn't go up when my name was called, as everyone was watching in silence? I would seriously doubt her supposedly super-human senses.
Sincerely,
Lady with a Literary Pet Peeve
Dear Writer's Security,
You need to deliver something to me. Maybe just enough for me to sign up for the Secret Admirer Exchange on Goldenlake? Because that could potentially lead to Clary/Ahuda or Clary/Beka or Lady Sabine/Aniki or Kora/Lady Sabine/Aniki or Clary/Lady Sabine(/possibly Tunstall) or other such goodies that you know at least one other friend of mine would adore? I would really like to take a few steps out of Writer's Insecurity and into Writer's Security, if you please. So please take me in! I don't want to be at -25 confidence anymore!
Reverentially,
A Neurotic Insecure Writer Desiring Femslash
Dear Bagel,
You should just come into existence in my bowl of fruit so that I wake up tomorrow, see a perfectly wonderful half of an avocado in my fridge, and have you to put it on in lovely thin slices. That would be wonderful. Even without the cream cheese.
Love,
Yes I Do Love Bagels
Dear Rainbow Cupcake,
I love you too. You fit perfectly in my hands and are so rainbow and lovely. I love having things in my hands to play with.
Your New Friend,
No Shame About Befriending a Clay Cupcake
Dear Brain,
You totally took one of those last lines to the wrong place. I think it's time to bed (bed being a non-sexual verb here). Yes, I know it's only midnight, but we're trying this new responsible sleep schedule thing now, in case Someone Important calls.
No you can't argue with me,
...rest of Brain?
P.S. If you don't get too tetchy, we can read a bit of Shadow Kiss before we go to sleep. And then maybe, maybe I will stop talking to myself.
Wha da fook'd you do to Franky? And why?
featherxquill and I have had some serious Words about your behaviour on this subject.My brow is raised at you good sir,
Kiwi
Dear Pan Am,
Keep doin' what you doin'.
Yay but no spoilers here,
Kiwi
Dear Richelle Mead,
You have a good surname. Also, I am finding myself surprisingly drawn into your Vampire Academy books. But do you understand the definition of a minute? Do you understand the duration of time that is 'a few minutes'? That's 60 seconds times at least two and that's...a lot of time for a character to be standing there doing nothing, or staring, or doing little trivial things. I just wanted to make sure you knew. Because if a line of students were being called up by name--every student in the room--and the person calling the students didn't notice for a few minutes that I didn't go up when my name was called, as everyone was watching in silence? I would seriously doubt her supposedly super-human senses.
Sincerely,
Lady with a Literary Pet Peeve
Dear Writer's Security,
You need to deliver something to me. Maybe just enough for me to sign up for the Secret Admirer Exchange on Goldenlake? Because that could potentially lead to Clary/Ahuda or Clary/Beka or Lady Sabine/Aniki or Kora/Lady Sabine/Aniki or Clary/Lady Sabine(/possibly Tunstall) or other such goodies that you know at least one other friend of mine would adore? I would really like to take a few steps out of Writer's Insecurity and into Writer's Security, if you please. So please take me in! I don't want to be at -25 confidence anymore!
Reverentially,
A Neurotic Insecure Writer Desiring Femslash
Dear Bagel,
You should just come into existence in my bowl of fruit so that I wake up tomorrow, see a perfectly wonderful half of an avocado in my fridge, and have you to put it on in lovely thin slices. That would be wonderful. Even without the cream cheese.
Love,
Yes I Do Love Bagels
Dear Rainbow Cupcake,
I love you too. You fit perfectly in my hands and are so rainbow and lovely. I love having things in my hands to play with.
Your New Friend,
No Shame About Befriending a Clay Cupcake
Dear Brain,
You totally took one of those last lines to the wrong place. I think it's time to bed (bed being a non-sexual verb here). Yes, I know it's only midnight, but we're trying this new responsible sleep schedule thing now, in case Someone Important calls.
No you can't argue with me,
...rest of Brain?
P.S. If you don't get too tetchy, we can read a bit of Shadow Kiss before we go to sleep. And then maybe, maybe I will stop talking to myself.
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