#also fandom

[writeforfandoms]

Some days I am just so damn tired, y'all.

[sweatandwoe]

That scar fic tho… 👀👅

I had a moment of panic thinking I wrote some Lion King fanfic and wondering when the fuck I did that. 

nope it’s that fucking bat guy. God damn

[junkshop-disco]

Tagged by the lovely @writsgrimmyblog

Your favorite fic you’ve written: I probably have to say Doodle of a Surface Life. It’s the one that has taken on a life of its own, the one that’s been the most fun once it was out in the world.

Your least favorite fic you’ve written: I honestly like all of them. I don’t think I write enough to have one out there that I don’t like. 

Your most popular fic: Instalments, by a fairly massive margin. 

The fic you wish more people would read: A Fistful of Infinity and Starlight. It’s a MUSICAL but also I genuinely worked really hard on it since it’s so far outside my wheelhouse. There’s a couple of long speeches in it which I think are amongst the best stuff I’ve ever written anywhere, ever.   

The fic you most enjoyed writing: I was reminded of The Could In People the other day. I had a lot of fun with that and I think it has the best ending I’ve ever written and I always really like it when I come up with an ending that makes me think ‘ahhhh’ when I get there.

The fic you found hardest to write: An Equal and Opposite Reaction has a lot of stuff in it that’s quite personal and there are bits that when I re-read them I’m like... ouch. 

Your funniest fic: The Colour of Cartoon Sunshine? Maybe? It’s definitely the one that has the joke in it that still makes me laugh when I think about it. It’s the funniest to me. The Opposite of Loneliness I also think is quite funny in a completely different way. 

Your saddest fic: Probably a straight tie between Maybe The Seaside Is The Place and Ten Track Sophomore Album. They’re quite similar in tone. There’s something about purposefully writing angst that makes me do this thing with sentence structure that I forget I can do, and then when I read it back after a while I’m like... ok that is brutal. Re-reading MTSITP actually made me cry. 

The fic you’d like to be remembered for: I’d like to think that occasionally I’ve hit on a sentence which struck people, which resonated with something they’re going through or something they felt, something which sticks with them and they take with them. I don't really want to be remembered as a person but just like that, as a series of fragments which meant something for a moment to someone, somewhere, who needed to read that specific thing. 

[brawlite-archive]

just a really late thank you to everyone who stuck around while this blog slowly migrated into being my personal blog opposed to just a fandom one.

just: hey thanks

*finger guns*

[elicashgayedmygender]

*reblogs own post*

*gets notification of post reblog*

What ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE with NO TASTE rebloged MY POST

[purplehairsecretlair]

Wrestling be like

[windmilltothestars]

Before I left for Italy, I was in a full-on Yu-Gi-Oh! obsession and was planning to participate in Christmas-y fandom writing and art events, forcing out some shippy fluff, but while I was in Italy I got re-obsessed with the Aeneid, and wanted to write the screenplay, spent a lot of time worrying about how old Ascanius was at different points and how I would portray Dido and Aeneas’s relationship to maintain its integrity, but also since one of my planned Hamilton fics had Aeneid references in it, I thought I could springboard off of that to get myself to finally write the bloody thing, but then I got distracted remembering the crime AU I neglected after posting 3 chapters, and spent most of Christmas mentally reconstructing and repairing the planned timeline and dreaming up way too much snarky Hamilton-Burr banter during all their stakeouts and worrying about devoting enough attention to different characters, but suddenly today I read a bunch of Community fics and watched choice scenes from Supernatural and Daredevil late into the night, and I also have so much filk I haven’t written and I started applying for Korea things one evening but then wondered if I should get certification to increase my experience and chances and lost momentum, it’s like the obsessions of this whole crazy year flashing before my eyes in its final, frantic death throes.

Again, it’s late, and again, as usual, the problem is me, just me being lazy, weak-willed, and having a hard time staying focused on anything, allowing narrative passion to dominate me solely.  Tomorrow - God willing - I will find my sealing wax and send off my letter, I will drive to the library, I will speak to my father about the certification classes and driving tests, we will make a decision and follow through, I will speak to my friend about the time and place to exchange our gifts, I will read more of the book I got for Christmas, and I will write - something.  Perhaps I’ll even feel good enough to eat leftover roast beef, and physical and psychological hunger will agree with each other and occur at logical times.  I’m not as weak as my excuses would have me believe.  I can do this.