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Hey I finally finished a fic!

Taste Them In My Teeth: Hannibal; female!Hannibal Lecter; 2700 words

Now to ... Uh. Words will magically show up in the rest of my WIP folders now, right? :D?

Alsooooo:

I really need to get back to cooking on a regular basis & carrying lunches to work. Anyone have freezable/portionable recipes they like?

BOOKS REC ME BOOKS I HAVEN'T READ ANYTHING IN SO LONG (but I started the Grisha trilogy tonight and it's really great!)

I drove all the way to where my class was tonight (GOT THERE EARLY, EVEN) and then basically completely fell apart and didn't make it inside the building because: parking. PARKING. I didn't bring money to PAY FOR PARKING because I am the biggest moron in the world and then I panicked. As per usual.

And my interview was really enjoyable and fun but the impression I got at the end was they weren't interested in going further.

And I did something totally fucked up to one of my toes today. TRIPLE UGH.

Anyway. Two fics this weekend. IDK if I posted these before but even if I did, here they are again! DEALWITHIT.GIF

A Little World Made Cunningly: ASOIAF; Elaena Targaryen; pre-series; ~1300 words

Be Drowned No More: ASOIAF; Sansa(/Sandor-ish?), Bran; post-ADWD; 2500 words

If I were better at everything this might have made a bingo on my

trope_bingo card but, well, see above.

Or the other way round, actually:

A Little World Made Cunningly

ASOIAF; pre-canon; Elaena & Rhaena Targaryen; G; 1300 words

The king lies dying, and Elaena Targaryen grows tired of waiting.

And:

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

She sang then, and cupped her hand over his cheek like she had done when he was newly born. Her voice, so thin and reedy in the cold night, rose to join the Targaryens' lament. The heat of the fires melted the tears frozen to her lashes, until they streamed down her face and onto the stones. They washed away the dirt and the blood. Swept the feathers from Bran's hair and rose to cover his face. She breathed them in, tasting the salt on her tongue and in her throat.

a banger in the mouth

Entries tagged with fic

what if i could actually do what i meant to do in a weekend

hey so!

six for sunday & a new fic!

&c

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