The crazed fit of writing continues...

Howdy, internets. Since not much is going on in my life right now, I come bearing a WIP that, to me, is shaping up to be pretty entertaining. Hopefully, y'all will think so too:

Title: Picking Up The Pieces (Part 1/?)
Author(s): emerald_skies
Pairing: Stark Sands/Alexander Skarsgård
Rating: PG (so far)
Spoilers/Warnings: Extremely mild language (so far)
Summary: When tragedy shatters Alex’s life, Stark takes it upon himself to help Alex pick up the pieces.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and never happened.
Author’s note: Written for sexytrini, who read my drabble about Alex rescuing a drunk Stark and decided that Alex needed some rescuing of his own.

( A loud crash of thunder splits the night as Alex trudges wearily into his apartment… )

That's what I've got so far. Thanks for giving me such interesting prompts, guys, keep 'em coming! :)

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"Courage is knowing what not to fear..." -- Plato

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Cheers.

P.S. - I ordered Die Mommie Die, Pretty Persuasion, Kill Your Darlings, and GK on Amazon today. Expect hilarious squee posts in a few weeks as I re-watch GK with the commentary on.

P.P.S. - I GOT A 90 ON THAT STUPID HISTORY TEST OVER WWI! FUCK YES!!!!!! *victory dance*

Uncomfortable questions are uncomfortable...

So, I was going through my flist today and a comment I saw, combined with a post in ohnotheydidnt about crazy fangirls, has left me feeling really worried and uncomfortable. So I pose the question to you, flist, and I'm actually kindof afraid to hear the answer:


Internets, am I going too far with this whole fangirling thing? (particularly with Stark and ASkars)


I mean, I scrupulously try to avoid getting creepy about it. Any pics/interviews/information I post comes from public/open forums (Google, IMDb, the MySpace page for fans, what y'all give me after I make sure it's not from anywhere too personal, etc.), I don't trawl personal webpages (FB, etc.), and I don't know anything super-duper personal about anyone, but...I don't know. Is the RPS fic thing creepy?

I'm just suddenly feeling really self-conscious, I guess. I know I've said some pretty wacky things in the course of squeeing, but I promise that's just my sense of humor's tendency to get rather hyperbolic. And then the fics...and the picspams...*sighs* Am I creeping you guys out and everyone's just too nice to tell me?

I'll be over here in the corner fretting and re-examining my life. Thanks for listening/reading.

Cheers.