this one time

Things that happened at choir camp:

1) We managed to sing almost the entire concert from memory, late at night, crowded around a bonfire.

2) I sang 'A Quiet Night At Home' from BARE, while dressed as Elphaba from Wicked.

3) I caught a terrible, terrible cold and am about to go back to bed and try not to panic about the fact that getting sick on a Monday puts me six hours of lectures behind everyone else. Plus I have a lecture from last week to catch up on. Plus I didn't do this week's learning topics and textbook reading because of camp. Plus --

fuck it. I don't need to be stressed out of my mind as well as dying of the plague. I'll think about it later.

Back to bed.

this is the best meme

Stolen from villainny, among others:

Write a love poem in 15 words

I might write more of these. SO MUCH FUN. Have a go!



generally I dislike monotones,
but --

I want to paint the world
the colour of you

new eyaiverse fic

skin is, my -- by nextian, who is AMAZING <33 This is the junction of human and eyai tissue tech; this is the Vatican and secret police and secret agendas and the problem with crossing borders.

Róisín goes to flick him the V and discovers, with some confusion, that the hand's fallen asleep. She sighs and fumbles for the key, hating to do this in public, in front of the eyai waitress, on someone else's limb. There's the little pressure against the bone, the pins and needles, then the muscles reengaging one by one, and her fingers jerk and spill the salt across her plate.

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The next story is still Agatha Verey and the downfall of the Kingdom, I promise, but I'm slowly gestating one about Australia as the sanctioned battleground for Asian companies & creating desire in a saturated market & becoming a republic & medical ethics and a few other cool things.

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New to eyai? You want this post here.