Attention, World!

Cut it out!

No, seriously.

In other news: stoney321 is forcing me against my will to love Star Wars fic.  I want to update Rebel Prince and Affected (which keeps getting FB somehow even though I haven't updated it since January) and post the Riley/Wesley which I did for kicks (yes, you heard me) and also get my schmangstathon fic (Angel/Lindsey OTP 4EVAH!) done on time and start my phobiathon fic (Spike/James Marsters. You heard me.)  I do.  I just need to hunt down my muse (Lorne) and force him to comply.  GIVE ME WORDS, DAMN YOUR FAIRY FREAKIN EYES!

I have need!  Anyone got a muse to spare?

ETA: Remember the naked Hugh pic from yesterday? tzikeh, goddess that she is, found more. All hail.

Holy crap!

Someone just turned on the spigot outside! The lights flickered in my OFFICE! I work on the eleventh damn floor!

*watches apocalypse begin*

I hope I closed my window at home. Apocalpyses are notorious for leaking.

Pruned?

Edited the ol' reading list a little. READING. Not planning to freindslock a lot of stuff - I pretty much live out loud and I can't ever remember what's supposed to be flocked anyway. But the sheer AMOUNT OF STUFF that turns up on my flist when I click the button - EEK! So there ya go. (ps: You're still on my flist if I have commented in your journal even once in, like, the last three months. It was VERY MINOR, as pruning goes.)

Now, in case you mistakenly thought you WANTED to be on my flist, here's an example of why you should remember that I'm a heinous bitch.

ETA: But, failing that, you should all go immediately read stoney321's emerging Obi-Wan/Anakin fic and tell her how fabulous it is. Why, you ask? Because it really, really IS that fabulous. Fabulous like I do not fan Star Wars, and I thought the slash was there but laughable (Obi-Wan: I LOVED YOU ANAKIN! Anakin: *ow fire hot*). And yet. Touching, perfect, flailworthy. it may also hit my men-helpless-to-their-own-desire-despite-taboos-and-morality kink SQUARE ON THE FUCKING HEAD.

RUN YOU FOOLS!