Guys guys guys guys, I have two weeks to get a job, and if I don't, then they're taking my computer.
I don't think you understand the gravity of this statement.
If they take the computer, they take my life.
All of it.
/I need a job now, okay
Also, in the past week my mother has called me abnormal and my father has called me pathetic. Lovely.
One ficlet Ten points to Gryffindor for the first person to correctly guess its name!
Why yes I am bored how did you tell?
Yeah, okay, I don't think I'm completely straight any more.
Look at her.
I don't care what Pixiv says.
I don't care what western fandom says.
The AusNZ pairing name?
It's totally Pavlova Pair.
/will not rest until everyone uses it
Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs
The convoys of dead sailors come;
At night they sway and wander in the waters far under,
But morning rolls them in the foam.
Between the sob and clubbing of gunfire
Someone, it seems, has time for this,
To pluck them from the shallows and bury them in burrows
And tread the sand upon their nakedness;
And each cross, the driven stake of tidewood,
Bears the last signature of men,
Written with such perplexity, with such bewildered pity,
The words choke as they begin -
'Unknown seaman' - the ghostly pencil
Wavers and fades, the purple drips,
The breath of wet season has washed their inscriptions
As blue as drowned men's lips,
Dead seamen, gone in search of the same landfall,
Whether as enemies they fought,
Or fought with us, or neither; the sand joins them together,
Enlisted on the other front.