Argh.

[beanside]

Dammit. Fucking baby Daeva. Trying to claw its way out again. Ow.

You know it's a sucky day when the Alleve and Tramadol are only taking the edge off enough that I don't hurl on small children.

Someone write me porn, dammit!

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[nilchance.livejournal.com]

I think I sniffed you, o contagious bearer of menstruation hormones. Come home so we can be miserable together!

(I may be skipping class tonight. Because oh holy fuck my braiiiin. My baaaack. Whiiiiine.)

*rubs on you*

I wrote culty!fic, does that help?

[beanside.livejournal.com]

*kiss* That helps. Even if there's no smut. So, three epics at once, huh?

I've written a little of Judas, though not much. Kinda spacey today.

Tis up to you as far as class, my angel. Sorry you sniffed my armpits, love. *nuzzle*

[nilchance.livejournal.com]

No epics! Nooooo!

*snuggle*

[beanside.livejournal.com]

*cuddle* Epics! Herds of them.

*grin*

Go look at Jensen's thighs on my latest post. They heal cramps, I swear. At least a little, cause, guh.

(also, the Jeff "horny" mood icon didn't hurt, either.)