the hunger of compulsion in your face.

So yesterday night was not such a good one, in interpersonal terms -- gotta love parental guilt-tripping, hooray! But then yeats and I started talking about the AU where Stephane Lambiel is a footballer, and I ended up tearing up... I swear it was poignant at the time, you guys, I SWEAR. Only now it just seems mildly hilarious.

I did the I Write Like meme and came up with Stephen King far too many times, considering that I've never actually read anything by him. I also got Nabokov once and Dan Brown a couple of times (therefore we should all just BURN THIS MEME TO THE GROUND). So, linking to this instead!

Basically I'm posting so I can repost the Charlie/Meryl/Tanith (heavy on the latter two) ficlet I wrote for realwomenfest. It is very self-indulgent, but I'm kind of proud of it! Eh. Also, cleaned up and stuff:

( could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tone )

I suck at emails/comments/lots of things recently. My apologies!