Things I want to remember when I don't have things I have to write:

1) He's just a boy whose life keeps going wrong.
2) "There's nothing here. I'm empty and tired. I don't want you, I just want something."



There should be more. But there's not. Go figure.

Fucking ace, baby. slashfest fic #2 is at beta. Woo to the oot.


I'll make my apologies for it later, I'm sure. But for now, gloating! Because otherwise I may weep.

Three more to go.


I can do this. I can.


Right?