Goodbye I'm leaving this house and this country for home.

[annakovsky]

I've been perpetually in a weird emo-ish mood lately, where I'm like a big bundle of twitchy feelings I don't know what to do with. Well, channeling them into writing fanfiction is all I really know to do with my feelings anymore, but unfortunately I can't do that all day long.

It's just rough -- I've been having to tell everyone I know here that I'm moving away, and it's a big bummer, and every time I see the 83 bus I get a little pang, weirdly enough, and even though I think the move is going to be really good in the long run, right now I'm sad. Also, it's rainy and I'm listening to sad songs all the time, and I am very susceptible to the pathetic fallacy.

Anyway, here are the three songs I have on repeat right now, two of which are sad and one of which is peppiness personified, so they don't go together at ALL but I can't help it. One is Jonas Brothers, one is from the finale of Life, and one is from a Band of Brothers vid... which probably represents the headspace I'm in at pretty much all times fairly accurately.

More than Alive, Hayden
Street Light Halos, Jeffrey Foucault
Live to Party, Jonas Brothers

Also, Life got canceled and I'm bummed. :(

Also, I'm bored. I'm copyediting the world's most boring philosophical article and I can't focus at all. Someone come in here and talk to me about how Pam and Ryan should do it, or how Reese and Crews should do it, or how Nick Jonas and Lewis Nixon should do it or something.

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[dsudis.livejournal.com]

Dammit, network. Dammit dammit dammit.

I really do have to finish my Crews/Reese story now, huh?

Here:


It had turned out, to his total non-surprise, that Dani liked to drive everywhere, not just in the car. Charlie didn't mind, because he wanted to go wherever she was taking him--up against a wall, on his kitchen counter, and this time, just for a change, in his bed.

Charlie was mostly naked, and Dani mostly wasn't, but he still wasn't going to argue; among other things, he was flat on his back with Dani straddling him as she emptied her belt. She set her piece down on the night stand, and Charlie ran his hands encouragingly up her thighs--her jeans were worn thin, molded to her, and he could feel her body heat pouring right through them.

Dani gave him half a smile and stripped out of her shirt, tossing it behind her, so it fell just past the foot of the bed. He had a feeling she knew just where it landed, could find it in the dark if she had to, but he wasn't thinking too much about that, because his hands were up over her hips, thumbs teasing at the bare skin above her jeans, and Dani was grinning down at him. Her bra was white, with a little wear on the straps, nothing new or special--like they'd already skipped past the matching-bra-and-panties phase and moved on to the who-cares-what-we're-wearing-I've-folded-your-laundry phase. Charlie had liked that phase a lot, and he really liked the idea of being there with Dani. It was almost as good as Dani calling him her partner.

[annakovsky.livejournal.com]

AUGH, YES, YOU HAVE TO FINISH THIS. AUGH, MY HEART.

Haha, man, seriously, I can't even deal, that's so gooooooooooooooooood.