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Still warm...
I really shouldn't post fic at the weekend. No one's around. Or maybe no one's reading me anymore...
Well, on the offchance anyone's still interested, I posted:
Chapter 3 of Divided Destiny. (Post-NFA epic quest thing.)
And on Friday I posted Chapter 24 (Interlude featuring the End of the World) of Dating. (DW AU with tons of OCs.)
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Also came across this earlier, and am still trying to wrap my head around it: Cute dictator. I think my brain broke.
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In other news, then the way to regain faith in humanity is to attend a (primary) school talent show. The Cherub was in the final, so we had to go, and omg it was amazing. The Cherub herself did rather well - she'd chosen Elton John's 'Your Song' (all on her own) and refused to let us help her practice, but she knew most of it, and has a really good voice. :) There were other singers (the very first act was a tiny little black girl - 5 years old probably - in a pink Darth Vader T-shirt who was not in the least shy. Although she jumped when the music started. ♥) There were other singers (I especially remember a girl in a princess outfit, with a sword, who sang a very long song about MARCHING), and dancers (including a little Indian boy doing a brilliant Bollywood routine), a girl doing baton twirling (she also had a proper routine, and was very good), and a girl playing the keyboard. But best of all were four girls playing violin. Because they were terrible. Every cliché you can think of, they ticked the boxes. They seemed to be playing four different tunes. All of which were out of tune. It made my evening, and possibly my week.
Well, on the offchance anyone's still interested, I posted:
Chapter 3 of Divided Destiny. (Post-NFA epic quest thing.)
And on Friday I posted Chapter 24 (Interlude featuring the End of the World) of Dating. (DW AU with tons of OCs.)
~~~
Also came across this earlier, and am still trying to wrap my head around it: Cute dictator. I think my brain broke.
~~~
In other news, then the way to regain faith in humanity is to attend a (primary) school talent show. The Cherub was in the final, so we had to go, and omg it was amazing. The Cherub herself did rather well - she'd chosen Elton John's 'Your Song' (all on her own) and refused to let us help her practice, but she knew most of it, and has a really good voice. :) There were other singers (the very first act was a tiny little black girl - 5 years old probably - in a pink Darth Vader T-shirt who was not in the least shy. Although she jumped when the music started. ♥) There were other singers (I especially remember a girl in a princess outfit, with a sword, who sang a very long song about MARCHING), and dancers (including a little Indian boy doing a brilliant Bollywood routine), a girl doing baton twirling (she also had a proper routine, and was very good), and a girl playing the keyboard. But best of all were four girls playing violin. Because they were terrible. Every cliché you can think of, they ticked the boxes. They seemed to be playing four different tunes. All of which were out of tune. It made my evening, and possibly my week.
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