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FIC. FINALLY. YES.
This fic, this fucking fic.
I have my credit notes over at the fic proper, but what the hell, this was a labor of love and I think I should talk about these amazing people: Amelia for hand-holding, cheerleading, feeding me lines, hanging around for hours multiple nights in a row to yell about all the Loki feelings -- in short, this fic would not exist without them. Scott for saying smart, necessary things, and for making sure that my love for Loki didn't mean I was too nice to him. Olivia, as always, for forcing my structure to be better and for making the finished thing actually look good. And I can't even keep track of how many of you I additionally threw partial drafts at or wailed at while the fic was eating my soul; you are stars.
But now it is DONE.
Shatter, Thor/Loki, 32,209 words YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. "Loki," Odin says, heavy with disappointment and regret for all he has to raise his voice, "Odinson. I cast you out."
And now I am going to step away from the computer for a bit and read American Gods or something, because this fic is kind of my baby and I am not sure what to do now I have set it free.
I have my credit notes over at the fic proper, but what the hell, this was a labor of love and I think I should talk about these amazing people: Amelia for hand-holding, cheerleading, feeding me lines, hanging around for hours multiple nights in a row to yell about all the Loki feelings -- in short, this fic would not exist without them. Scott for saying smart, necessary things, and for making sure that my love for Loki didn't mean I was too nice to him. Olivia, as always, for forcing my structure to be better and for making the finished thing actually look good. And I can't even keep track of how many of you I additionally threw partial drafts at or wailed at while the fic was eating my soul; you are stars.
But now it is DONE.
Shatter, Thor/Loki, 32,209 words YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. "Loki," Odin says, heavy with disappointment and regret for all he has to raise his voice, "Odinson. I cast you out."
And now I am going to step away from the computer for a bit and read American Gods or something, because this fic is kind of my baby and I am not sure what to do now I have set it free.

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P.S. Don't read American Gods. I am doing it right now, and it's just not fucking worth the pain.
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Many of mySeveral of myAt least one of my friends really likes American Gods, and the idea behind the book is really quite interesting. It wasn't my cup of tea, but I recognize that others have differing opinions, so I hope that Aria enjoys it.
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ps I am pretty sure "enjoy" is not the right word, because last night I had a fucking alarming dream in which I was Shadow and half-decayed Laura was there trying to tell me things and because I was Shadow I was pretty chill about it but my inner Aria was like OH GOD HALF-DECAYED WALKING CORPSE WHY YOU GOTTA DO THIS BRAIN. :/
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OHGOD HORRIFYING. D: D: D: I haven't gotten to that part yet on my reread, but I think maybe I would prefer not to. BECAUSE ZOMBIES. D:
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RIGHT? REACH INTO MY PSYCHE, TAKE OUT THE MOST HORRIFYING THING. If it helps I also dreamed that I was Chloe on a train and Lana was trying to magically seduce Clark and then I rescued him. Idk, it evens out?
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That, combined with your icon, is delightful.