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I'm not even going to try today, you guys. It's Wednesday. AKA HUMPDAY. I'm behind on my word count. I'm behind on life. But at least I watched Glee. A lot of people liked that first photo so this fits almost the same demographic. I'd never actually seen the real version of this photo before so I was pretty surprised when it came across my dash WITHOUT Misha Collins' head photoshopped onto it. My mom used to tell me that freckles were angel kisses. I wonder how many freckles that guy has. And where they are. And yeah. There you go. Boost your word count. Write some angel porn.



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I promise that for seven days starting today I won't post anything that has to do with trains, just for pocky_slash. Seriously though, it's not like there's a point anymore, since she pretty much already wrote the best thing possible for a train prompt.

It's not just onions that have layers, is it? I have them. You have them. And if we're lucky our characters have them. Over the weekend I got to spend some good, concentrated time with the project I'm trying to get a rough draft of by the end of the year. I've been thinking about most of these characters for three years. I've thought over their motivations and ticks and the way they wear their hair. And yet, in the heat of the moment, I discover more about them still. A character who I have always thought of as just being sort of passive came out of the box kicking and screaming. He was so alive that the scene ended up being five pages long, when most of the others have been two at the most with notes to go back and add to them, but this one made me feel like I'd finally gotten the thing underway. The novel is no longer holding out for a hero, it's taken matters into its own hands.

So tell me about the way your characters thrill you. The chills and pops and pows! Or better yet, tell me how our gentleman below thrills you. How many layers are his face paint hiding?



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I watch a lot of tv for someone who doesn't have basic cable. Even during these first days of Nano I've stayed pretty caught up on things while still hitting my word counts. Mostly. One of my favorite shows on television right now is Boardwalk Empire. It's not flawless, but it's gorgeous and dramatic, and it's really good at getting at the simple, quiet things that are the most gut wrenching. My favorite character on the show is Richard Harrow, who had half his face blown away in WWI. He wears half a mask to cover it over. It's unsettling to see him without the mask sometimes, but for me it's almost more unsettling to see him looking at the mask, wishing that he didn't frighten children and women, wishing that he could just be again.

The masks in the picture below were made in WWI. The top row are masks of soldiers' faces after they had been injured during the war. The masks on the row below those were made to reconstruct their faces with, using old photographs of the men for reference. The very bottom row are the masks that were made to cover over the deformities, like Richard's.

What do masks do for you, and do you wish you didn't have to wear them?



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*inhale* I did something at work that was technically wrong of me, but then it turned out to be the right thing to do after all. I still should have brought it to someone's attention before, instead of just signing off on things that looked right. I was trying to be a big girl, but from now on I'm taking every little thing to the woman over me. She's going to be so sick of me. :p There by the grace of God go I. *exhale*

( In other non-sequitar news. )

Between last night and tonight I finished Yellow, and you weren't kidding. 0.0 Unrequited love and later requited love + guns + boy!kissing = KL. Hehe. It's actually more like an adult version of the Getbackers than anything else. For being my second official yaoi series it lacks the elegance and depth of Antique Bakery, but it has it's moments where I have to laugh out loud and then, you know, there are those scenes. ;) I also really like how the mangaka uses the clues from the individual jobs to play into their relationship:

Taki: I was reading about the "Tower of Babel" just now. God's anger confounded the human language, and ever since, men can't communicate in one tongue."
Goh: Interesting, but that won't be an issue between us, right? I understand your words, and you understand my words. So long as "I Love You" is communicated, that's enough.

And....cue KL becoming a HUGE FUCKING GIRL.

I wrote some Death Note today, which I fully blame on the fact that I was listening to Alkaline Trio and reading Yellow on the way to work. (Yeah, I read at stop lights. *shifty eyes*) This was one of those weird ones that wrote itself. It came out linearly and almost complete, which is entirely different from my usual process. Do any of you other ficcers ever do that thing? Where you read over something you've written and don't remember being the one to write it? That happens to me with everything, even things with my own characters. Hmm...

Anyway, here be fic!


Fandom: Death Note
Title: An Invaluable Lesson
Rating: R for handjobs
Characters: Raito/L
Word Count: 1,841 (This totally wasn't going to be this long.)
Summary: L does things in an unconventional way.

You told me once I made you smile
But we both know damn well I didn't
I'm not much of a jester, but I'd test poisoned food for you
Your majesty, you're royal blue
I'm royalty, my king of pain


( That it had happened once before was bad enough, but Raito was damned sure that it wasn't going to happen again. )

HAH!! More Ouran drabble-age for anime_flash. I think I'll make a whole series of these, because they're way too fun. Tamaki really is such a loveable idiot.

Challenge: 2A – Love
Title: The Reel
Author: katilara
Series/Characters: Ouran High School Host Club, Tamaki/His Worst Nightmare
Rating: PG13 for wild imagination
Word Count: 293


( 'Tono?' the twins poked him in the back. )


Argh! The Cain nightmare is so good in my head that I'm afraid to type it up and rescue it from the piece of crumpled blotter paper I scribbled it on at work. It won't be nearly as good as I want it to be when I post it. I tend to think I've only successfully captured such a beautiful ephemerance (is that a word? Fuck, it is now!) once or twice before. But just... *sob*

So much to look forward to this week! Tomorrow is early VDay with The Boy, Tuesday is Fiddler's with the writers, Thursday is a reunion with an old room mate of mine whom I miss very much, and Saturday is Fuji and Fandom!! I'm going to be so tired by the end of the week it's going to be ridiculous.

Also, have decided that I'm going to request a meeting with The Boss tomorrow and talk to her about my permanence, or lack thereof. It's important to me, you know? I REALLY want to stay there, but I need to be full time, and have health insurance, and do other adult things. Blah.

Spent a good portion of the work night talking with my 2nd favorite sillhouette artist. He's gone back to school for a masters in Film and Production. I am so proud of him! His love for his classes and professors makes me want to go back even more than I did before. It's doubly nice though that I can talk to him about the NNoD and he can talk to me about his screen plays and we can hash things out and laugh and beg to see the finished products, all in colonial wear. *head desk* But I really do value any time I get to see him. That just sounded extra girly didn't it?

Damn. I think it's nap time.