oh. i'm 18, then.

Look. I'm old enough to read my own damn fics now. Because, y'know, I was holding back and never looked at a single sentence of smut before today. Riiiight.

I'm a legal adult. Ph33r me. I can now buy cigarettes, vote an idiot into office, and die for my country...but I can't drink yet?! WTF?! I also can't pass my Physics final, sadly. But I may well post a fic in a few hours, if that counts for anything.

Heh, I posted my first fic to an 18+ only mailing list when I was 16. I feel so...subversive. Or would, if I didn't know that half of you have done the same thing. Whee.

And while I'm being all birthday-rumination-ish, a very happy birthday to ashlle1! Apparently, we're twins. Or something. ::grins::

Okay. Done now. G'night.

Edit: To celebrate, my image host seems to have killed the links to most of my mood icons. Oh boy. Meh, I'll fix it tomorrow.

i mentioned a fic, right? right. here.

Whee! Wings!...sorta.

Title: Myriad
Pairing: Elijah-centric, DM/EW
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wingfic...sorta. Elijah's always had an obsession with wings.
Feedback: Hit me up.
Disclaimer: None of this happened. I don't know the sexuality of anyone involved.
Notes: Um. Not quite wingfic (too grounded in reality). But not really normal either. Gimme a chance, folks. And many, many thanks to Gabby for the super-fast beta.

( myriad, adj. def: having innumerable aspects or elements )