working on a thing….working on a thing with Eri…working on a thing with Eri and…..okay no that’s a spoiler

working on a thing that I think could be a really good long one shot, workingworkingworkingfuckfuckfuckmeIGOTTASTOPTAKINGLONGASSBREAKSBETWEENWRITINGSHIIIIIIIIIT

Also! Since I don’t know much about time zones, I would like to announce that my birthday is on the 10th of December! About a week from now!

So if any of you want to make some well wishes coughordrawfanartofoneofmyficscough then that’s the date when you should send me them 😀

An old comfort of mine is plugging in my PS2 and playing some old games, games I’ve known for years, games I can sink into in a moment like I never stopped playing them, games where the button presses come as naturally as breathing.

PS2 games I got as birthday presents, games me and my brother used to play together, my memory card is 8MB’s worth of happy places, and no matter how cruel the world is, I can always count on it.

I got over 80 games for my old black brick, and any one is a trip to years ago, where the worries of my life don’t bother, where I can take a moment to breathe and just be.

Some people listen to old timey songs, others curl up with a well worn book, me? I just pop in my decade and a half old copy of Ratchet and Clank, and all my troubles melt away.

I don’t give a shit. Not a one. Not a single shit.

Not a single, solitary, sweet and salty and savory shit.

….nope, don’t give none, do not.

………..but, hypothetically speaking, if I did give a shit, which of course I do not, then it would be obvious that every now and again my mind drifts to the fact that I don’t have a job, that writing, while enjoyable, drains me in a way I’m not sure should be, and that I’m more then fairly certain that I will not make a single solitary mark on history when I die, and people will forget about me in less then a generation if I’m lucky.

……Thankfully, that isn’t the case since, as I mentioned before….I…don’t….give a shit

Sorry about missing two days of Izuocha week, but something in my personal life…drained me, emotionally speaking, so I just…couldn’t sit down to write for too long.

I’ll make up for it don’t worry! Just…don’t expect much out of me for a while alright?

Thanks in advance! 

How I come up with fics using prompts is usually just me repeating the prompt name over and over hoping my brain will kick in at some point and give me an idea.

Meaning I’ve been going: TagTeamTagTeamTagTeamTagTeam

TagTeamTagTeamTagTeamTagTeamTagTeamTagTeam for the past few hours…. should be getting an idea any minute now….aaaaaaaany minute now….. 

Since I have the time management skills of a brain dead termite, I have not in fact written anything for Izuocha week, which starts tomorrow…yet.

But since I couldn’t very well do nothing I decided on a bit of a crazy idea, every night of the day before, I’ll write down a little drabble for the day.

Will I manage? Will anything I write on such short notice and with such little thought be worth anything? Who the fuck knows! It’s worth a shot!