while with his gun the pagan angel rose to say

July 27th, 2009

July 27th, 2009

Hello, 3 AM.

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[eta] Wow. Not sleeping is (more than likely temporarily) really productive! Dishes are done, house is clean, emails are answered, food is cooked, couple hours worth of workout completed, and some fic is written! This makes me feel better.

Sometimes, sometimes, I really quite severely, with a shocking intensity, dislike my mother. My mother, who calls to see how the job hunt is going (it isn't) and asks in all seriousness, "Why are you wasting time writing? See if the 7/11 will hire you."

Icon is the face my mother compels me to make.

In positive news, this results in me lifting weights for a couple of hours, or until I pass out. Whichever comes first. Woo.

Fic: To Quiet the Whispers - Victor/Logan (1/1)

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Still awake and totally aware. Which naturally means I'm so very not. :D

To Quiet the Whispers
X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Victor/Logan. NC-17. ~3800 words. Civil War era. For 'genital torture' on my [info - community] kink_bingo card. Slightly related and delicious artwork by [info - personal] ponderosa (WS): The Union Forever.
Logan turns from the spread of tents in the darkened valley below. "I wish you wouldn't talk like that."


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