#049 - Blrub for no rael raisin.

SQUEEEEEEEEE! The Eleventh Doctor is made of smart and hot and funny and WHY ISN’T HE REAL. D: CE N’EST PAS JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTE.

Obligatory squee over, I have actually got to limit the number of TV series I watch these days. Thanks to fandomsecrets , I now want to watch Glee, Supernatural, and a bunch of other stuff. On a related tangent, last night I got lost in fandom, for the first time in a long while. I just sat down, hunted through el jay, ended up on capslock_bleach , went to aizome  ‘s journal, went down a few different tangents, and ended up on ship_manifesto , where I read a Glee manifesto on the ship of Winn (Will/Finn), and then I found fanfiction. Hilarity ensued, as did the wasting of my evening, coincidentally. As a result, I am now a hardcore Winn shipper. Also, I stalked devART and ganked loads of Renji pr0n pics, stole icons of Stephen Fry <3 , and read another manifesto on the Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi (Kyon/Haruhi). MOAR HILARITY.

God, I’m such a loserface. I did no homework. FANDOM IS GOING TO MAKE ME FAIL SCHOOL, SO CRY MOAR, ANON./fandomsecrets 

ON ANOTHER NOTE, I need to stop creating tags. IT'S GETTING OUT OF HAND, MMKAY?!

#050 - Update

I'll try to do these monthly, so here's what's happened in May!

May the 20^th

50 Posts (Including this one)

Feb: 28/28

Mar: 22/31

Apr: 0/30

May: 0/31

Still running behind, but I'm getting there! veerrrrry sloooowlllyyyyy ;A;

#051 - Of A Halo And A Green Velvet Dress

Once, We Were Great

Once, the Criatae had been a numerous people, their lands had stretched as far as the eye could see, over mountains, hills, highlands, over river, lake and plain, through forest, fire and sky.

They had been the hub of innovation, of learning and of creation, their glory knew no end. Yet, for all their vaunted power and might, they were still conquered, massacred and reduced until they were almost none.

But this is not our story. Our story lies with the few who survived this horrific time, and with their few rays of hope. One is a girl, named Falynniae d’Ariant. She was one of three survivors of the Burning of the Citadelle de la Roi. Another ray of hope lies with the traveller Amnykonos, and the secrets he carries.

Yet, his is a story that is also for another time. For now, let us focus of the tale of Falynniae d’Araint, and her life in exile.

So, this is the first section of a story I started forever and a day ago, and I'm now trying to get restarted on it. Hopefully, I'll have more stuff done on it later. In my free time. Which doesn't exiiist whyyyyyy.