RUMOURS OF MY DEATH HAVE BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED.

[mass_hipgnosis]

I have just been over here writing incestuous popslash. WHAT.

ashavahishta has CRUELLY ABANDONED ME THE INTERNET to go to a concert but she did leave me with some lovely prompts I need to finish. Quite a few. Because I am her commentfic bitch, apparently (she won me in a prison fight wank war). SO. Here is my to-do list for today.

1. Go to Starbucks. DONE.

1b. Purchase delicious latte. DONE.

2. Finish the following ficlets:

...Or Are You Just Happy To See Me? DONE.
Hush (Don't Say A Word) WATCH THIS SPACE.
Do Sexbots Dream Of Electric Sheep?
You Are Whatever A Moon Has Always Meant DONE.
all the times i've given in (you fit me like a second skin) SIX PARTS AND COUNTING. BREVITY FAIL.
Broken English 9
broken words, never meant to be spoken 5 4! IT IS 5! *EPIC* NUMERACY FAIL.

2b. Additionally, make a further dent in this year's spn_j2_bigbang, A Durable Fire, and that as-yet-untitled gypsy epic I am writing for rei_c. ETA: ahahahaha I am foolishly optimistic.

That's doable, right? RIGHT? GUYS??!?!