Oh man halp

Apr. 2nd, 2009 12:58 am
karanguni: (roy MUSTANG)
The thought of going to university for real is now filling me with both terror, joy and all-out flail. ANYONE HAVE ANY ADVICE FOR ME just to help me screw my head back on? Suddenly I am faced with things like rooming and LIFE and a new city and the fact that I do not know what I want to study yet.

I don't even know what I'd be good at! 8D What can you guys imagine me doing? Or, what did you guys do in university that you found worthwhile? :D? :D?
karanguni: (dick is HIGH)
I solemnly swear to write Batman fic.

I solemnly swear to write Bruce AU sort of fic in which he turns into a pauper or something.

I solemnly swear to make Terry suffer. Again. More. A lot.

I solemnly swear to write Tseng/Veld.

I solemnly, solemnly swear to write Tseng/random guy just mindlessly screwing each others' brains out for [livejournal.com profile] nasdack.

I solemnly swear to write Genesis and Veld fucking shit up. Over something.

I solemnly swear to write Rufus getting bitched out by Reeve and then re-bitching him back. If that's grammatically possible.

I solemnly swear to write a bizarre short AU piece in which everyone is an angel and Lucifer's really angry all the time, like that isn't already status quo.

I solemnly swear that I am solemnly apologising for solemnly and swearishly spamming your flists.

I solemnly swear to find ways to cook good food from ether while I do this tomorrow on my break, because on Friday oh god on Friday ahahah Friday.

I solemnly swear that what I need is a "SCREAMING WITH MY HEAD LOPPED OFF" icon.


SO, WHO'S GOING TO KICK MY ASS TO GET ME TO WRITE WHICH OF THOSE FIRST BEFORE I FREAK OUT AND LOSE MY MIND? *BEAMS*
karanguni: (uh HAWKEYE)
Could anyone grab this rapidshare file for me and re-upload it somewhere like Megaupload or Mediafire? My ISP is silly about these kinds of things. I can serve up some shortfic to your liking as thanks!

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax