Woes of life

(Still incoherent. Sorry.)

I'm toying with the idea of a paid account. For vanity reasons only: I want a better layout and more user icons. The problem? That's $25 per year plus $10 for the icons. Fourteen coffees, eight to ten comic books, four paperbacks, twice my average monthly Avon order, one session at the beauty salon, 2/3 of having my hair done. Priorities, priorities.

In other news, my fictives take a perverse pleasure in giving me ideas while I'm trying to bathe. This time it's a strange modern Fingon. I'm not sure it'll go anywhere; I hope it will, because I find modern Quendi a fascinating concept, and I have a lot of little crystal shards of images that I'd like to fit into it.

Thranduil watching Maedhros play pachinko in a parlour in Osaka is one of them.

But so far, it's just Fingon rambling.

( what Fingon had to say so far )

In other news, teen!Seishirou in Tsubasa? Woo. I so need to get scanlations...

meep

And after the earlier wibble about paid accounts, I've just gone and spent half the yearly fee for a paid account on a ticket to a ball. Going stag, but hey, it's my college halfway-ball. Tradiiiition. And I've got a show-stopper dress - think Arwen in black tulle and gold, flowing and winged and magical - so maybe some other girl will find herself without a partner before the night is through.

And, of course, I'm writing. More snippets:

[Sands] only slept when he was too tired to lie awake, and that took longer and longer. Instead he sank into spells of vertigo, stretches of time where he took great care to place one foot in front of the other. His greatest balancing act of all, death on one side and madness on the other.
- from "Insomnia", a "Back in the Fold" vignette

His forearm is now across my legs. He's tactile, like all of his branch of the family. You might not expect it, but they are: from Ambarussa's habit of curling up to anyone who can serve as a head-rest (and I can assure you, even one Feanorian redhead leaning on you is damn heavy) to Caranthir's habit of pinning you to a wall when he wants to drive his point home. I remember that when I see Feanor all but wrapped around Nerdanel in press photos from art exhibitions.
She had her latest show in London, and afterwards we danced on Tower Bridge at three in the morning.
- from the modern Quendi fic, Fingon POV

Also, have started epistolary thingie featuring Subaru and Seishirou. It's also incredibly mushy and sappy, which is all the fault of nelyafinwe and findekano, and what they wrote today. I think I might have to turn in my goodfic-writer card.