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I don't know why I'm even surprised
Time until Multiverse deadline = one more day.
Pinch-hit fic = 2977 words and nowhere near done. SOMEONE STOP ME. This is terrible. It was going to be a nice, quick, easy way to get some good fandom karma points and then the science invaded, and you know as soon as science invades then it's goodbye to any reasonable kind of wordcount.
I'm also having some kind of serious love affair with this Mendelssohn concerto, omg, although nothing quite matches Verdi's Dies Irae for my earlier mood of DON'T YOU FUCK WITH ME, UNIVERSE. Trumpets! Timpani! RAAAAAGE!
Today's show has been brought to you by Fahye's clandestine love of classical music. Tomorrow we return to our regularly scheduled programming of melodic rock and embarrassingly boppy techno.
Pinch-hit fic = 2977 words and nowhere near done. SOMEONE STOP ME. This is terrible. It was going to be a nice, quick, easy way to get some good fandom karma points and then the science invaded, and you know as soon as science invades then it's goodbye to any reasonable kind of wordcount.
I'm also having some kind of serious love affair with this Mendelssohn concerto, omg, although nothing quite matches Verdi's Dies Irae for my earlier mood of DON'T YOU FUCK WITH ME, UNIVERSE. Trumpets! Timpani! RAAAAAGE!
Today's show has been brought to you by Fahye's clandestine love of classical music. Tomorrow we return to our regularly scheduled programming of melodic rock and embarrassingly boppy techno.
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