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Um, hi

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 21:55:58 GMT

Well I am alive. And not writing fic (but watching Heroes!!!) And while I can now read my old email I can't send anything so please to write to new addy: gatefiction AT gmail DOT com.

A couple of people at gatefiction.com has had login issues - I blame my webhost but can fix this for you as long as you let me know you can't get in.

love, Tea

mandycon '06

Tue, 21 Nov 2006 04:01:14 GMT

...I miss them already. And there is no way I'm waiting another four years before I see my beloved mandysbitch again. leksa will be back soon, at least.

We did manage to drink a lot of alcohol, and we got lost, and the weather was... Novemberish, and we brought sexy back.

harry potter in post-its

Fri, 14 Jul 2006 19:59:14 GMT

So I was bored and made this.... Heh, no. Here's Hogwarts in post-its, pictures, and road signs. Or something like that. Take the tour, enjoy!

harry potter in post-its

remixed! pwned! happy!

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 12:37:32 GMT

So mandysbitch remixed my xf fic "Two Step" - And the Ghosts Laughed (the Something Like a Phenomena Remix)

First, yeah, I know nothing of Supernatural, but I don't care, I love this story to bits. It's beautifully written - this guy Dean (told you I knew nothing about Supernatural) is fantastic, and I love the sibling interaction so much.

Second, okay, Two Step is one of those stories that, years after writing it, is still stuck in my brain. Now, the fic would not have been written had mandysbitch not sent me a cd that I liked so much I decided to write her a fic for every song, and one of the songs was "Two Step" by The Throwing Muses. The idea that she sends me a song that makes me write a fic and then that fic is remixed by her, why, it's just one of those things that makes me so HAPPY.

In RL, I've been known to do these kinds of tradeoffs with my father, who is an artist, and for me personally, it's all very satisfying - I'm sure this is why I've always liked fanfic, too. I wish I could upload a copy of the song, but I can't rip stuff on this comp *sigh* eta: mandysbitch uploaded it here - the song works for both stories, and is fab!

hp remix fic

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 16:03:59 GMT

Uh, gatefiction.com is being stupid. Let's hope it's just temporary, it's three hours to THE GAME and I have no time for that now.

Anyway, for the bordy remix, here's a really short hp fic:

TITLE: Sex War Death Magic (the Response Remix)
AUTHOR: Teanna (teanna@gatefiction.com)
WEB: http://gatefiction.com/teanna
NOTES: For the bordello remix challenge - this is a remix of Kyra Cullinan's Narnia story
"Girls Grow Quicker Than Books" - http://narrowstreets.net/fic/girlsgrow.html

Thanks to Leea, even if I didn't do what she told me to do.

*

Books may well be the only true magic - Alice Hoffman

*

She wants to be five years old again.

*

Here's what she read before she knew magic: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Treasure
Island, Peter Pan, I'll Fly Away.

She wanted to be elsewhere, not-here, not her.

Wanted to be grown up and different.

*

And in one of the endings (not the end), she and Ron flanked Harry and Harry asked them for
a verdict. And no one said, judge not, that ye be not judged, because she was the only one
who knew that book and she wanted to judge.

She did think it odd that a Death Eater like Pettigrew should be wearing faded blue
trainers.

Harry pointed his wand but didn't know. So she said to kill him, kill him now, Harry.

No pardons. No pardons.

And then Ron said to let him go.

*

The letter of acceptance to Hogwarts was the end of eleven years of thinking there must be
something else. She had not thought it'd be a letter of acceptance - she was thinking of
magical mirrors, dream-catchers, or wardrobes maybe.

But there it was. A letter.

Her mother, saying, you always know best, Hermione.

She was eleven.

*

This is what she reads after having known magic: Hogwarts, A History, New Theory of
Numerology, Advanced Rune Translation, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

The irony does not pass her by.

*

Her mother had soft hands. She doesn't remember much of her. Oh, Hermione remembers her
mother's voice and the smell of peppermint toothpaste and going abroad on a plane or a
boat.

She remembers a red dress her mother wore once.

But she never really knew her mother - her parents - and she kept them out of her world as
much as possible, as soon as she could.

It turns out, you can keep you parents out of your world but you can't keep your world out
of your parents. Your world creeps in and avada kedavras your parents and there is no
Time-Turner now, to prevent death.

*

She wants to be five years old again and listen to her father reading her the story of
Moses in the desert. She can feel the heat of the sun on her face the salt of her tears on
her tongue and know beforehand that Moses will never make it to the promised land.

*

When she reads The Voyage of the Dawn Treader again, she finds that the words are exactly the same.

*

Ron says, of all the people it's Ron, who says, we can, we can forgive.

And she puts her two dead against his one and then there is Harry with all of his dead
and this way of thinking leads nowhere but to hell. Says Ron. Only not in those words.

Hermione eats her hatred for dinner, she drinks it in the morning like tea, she sleeps in
it at night and she treasures it more than any child she'll ever bear.

*

She used to read books, but she's too old for that now.

*

She found her mother's red dress in a wardrobe. And then, then she wants to be five years
old again and know nothing of war and death.

War and death and magic.

War. And death. And magic.

FINIS

more b5 fic

Thu, 02 Mar 2006 16:56:59 GMT

here's another. i kinda like it. lochley is the mandy of b5, in a way *grins*

that untravell'd world, whose margin fades

...so, where does one post b5 fic anyway?

she wrote about space, once

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 16:52:05 GMT

Uhm, hello. Yeah LJ is not for the likes of me, clearly. But, you know, I updated the old website today and I should tell someone who is not leksa. Because she's been so nice and done a whole lot of beta for me lately. Yeah, was it three years since I last posted fic? Four?

Fic the first: These Are the Things, a Babylon 5 post-series VERY SAD FIC ABOUT DEAD PEOPLE. Wrote it for myself after crying my way through Sleeping in Light. Should only be read after one has watched SiL and cried, really :)

Fic the second: Days Like Seconds, an Enterprise post-ep fic I wrote OH ABOUT TWO YEARS AGO OR MORE WAS IT LEEA???? and then lost but she had a copy and I figured, why not put it up?

There is a second B5 fic in the beta queue right now, which is what happens when you buy all the DVDs and spend your nights dreaming about Minbari.

And that was that.

a space station, all alone in the night...

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 16:51:21 GMT

So I spent like an hour cooking a really nice chicken-wok kinda meal, nice fresh veggies and a lot of slicin' and dicin' and so on. Enough for tomorrow, even. And then I sat down and ate it in, oh, about four minutes in front of The Simpsons... Yeah, see, this is why I need a kid. Eating alone just takes all the fun out of proper cooking.

I like living alone except for the whole eating alone thingie. Baah!

Oh, and leksa will be happy to know that I now have a big(ger) kitchen table and four new chairs so next time she comes over she won't have to sit on the floor to eat. I plan to have this place painted and decorated by xmas. The big question is: should I invite the neighbours to the moving-in party?

This ALSO means I can move the computer out of the kitchen.

Please tell me I can do the dishes tomorrow and sit down and write for a couple of hours? I have an original short I need to finish by next week, and then a short Ginny!fic, a long Minerva!fic, and the AU I'm writing with She Who Shall Not Be Named. Aaaah well fanfic, only in my head these days. But maybe I can actually post something this year. Or not.

Almost finished Jonathan Strange, the novel I thought of as Dickens sans the good bits for a long time. It picked up speed in the second part (of 3) and now I'm liking it a lot. I have a plotbunny for that book too! I really like the magic, and the bit about switching a person for a tree trunk is fab. Fab!

good morning

Tue, 27 Sep 2005 07:07:23 GMT

whee, to try and wake up i randomly shuffled a cd into the comp and threw on the headphones to create a wake-up space (and leksa, yours was the text message that woke me up, but I forgive ya) - anyway, turned out the first few songs were just perfect for this morning's wake-up.

1 John Vanderslice - Underneath the Leaves (my JV love is still going strong, his new stuff? totally fab. and this one is just quietly heartbreaking and a FAB first-thing-to-hear in the morning)

2 Belle and Sebastian - Storytelling

3 Paul Simon - Train in the Distance (especially the oh-oooh-oooh-ing)

4 David Wilcox - Eye of the Hurricane (this version starts off with him talking and talking and it's kinda cute, and then, LOVE the song and his voice)

5 Donots - Room with a View (now this woke me up! in a good way)

6 Duran Duran - Ordinary World (acoustic v.) (i know, but it's the "i'm gonna run off to school now" feeling)

7 Jeff Klein - Break in Two

8 John Mayer - Your Body is a Wonderland

9 Madonna - Rain

10 The Mekons - Last Night on Earth (isn't this the mekons', like, best-known song? worth it for just how he sings "grave")

i don't need no fancy mp3 player set at random, my cd's are all doing the totally random, as you can see.

my long weekend, by tea, aged twenty-hrumph years

Tue, 06 Sep 2005 13:01:59 GMT

while parts of the world went bugfuck crazy, i had a long nice weekend away.

well most of it was nice.

FIRST i went to the wedding of one of my oldest-and-dearest friends, and my outfit was fab (waiting for pics, will prolly look a fright in them just because i felt so pretty), the pink knitted dress, white boots, pink undies, curly hair, all supernice. the ceremony was non-religious and beautiful, the bride was glowing and happy and the kissing was sweet. groom kept saying "my wife" and you just knew he'd not tire of saying it for ages.

THE WEDDING DINNER was uber-traditional meaning long long long speeches and we sat at table for over five hours. everyone was polite but i had nothing in common with the people next to me and ended up really reaching for subjects (five hours! gold star!) also i was terribly nervous about my speech so didn't drink much, maybe too little in fact. speech was okay though.

anyway after dinner i hung out with the old posse and talked about who is the sexiest character on "Lost" (Sawyer!) and also who is the sexiest person in the government. bride kept running around looking happy so was all good.

took the EARLY TRAIN home next morning and dad called me on the train to ask if we were going to the book fair. so i ended up just dropping my bag off at home and checking on the cats (doing just fine) and went to the book fair and bought ten books (L! another first edition Lang!) and was very pleased.

SISTER called on the way home from the fair and asked if i wanted to drive down to the country house so ran home and packed the cats and some books and we drove down. my sister is kinda bad at driving so that part was the less fun bit of the weekend. also she doesn't like cats and what with the cats being MY BABIEZ, well, you can't win them all i guess.

had a LOVELY COUPLE OF DAYS in the country and then drove back this morning and now i have to clean the flat because it is very neglected.

my life: first nothing happens, then nothing happens, then everything happens at once. like the fact that i'm FINALLY going to get the flat painted! thank you mr. painter for only taking a MONTH to get back to me!

oh mr frodo! mr frodo! it's a wood-thing!

Tue, 23 Aug 2005 15:45:31 GMT

Got an email about some tWW archive moving, don't remember what kind of archive, don't care. Read the long mail and thought "nice to let me know (since they don't know I don't care anymore)" but then it got all "we request that you..." and, like, sure I will do anything about stories posted in 2001 or whenever.

I don't think so.

Oh, phonecall. Do I want to go out tonight? Hmmmmmmmmmm yes. Yes, I do. But what to wear? Oh the ANGST.

Oh and I have brill idea for a HP thingie that needs to be a collaboration. Might pitch it to the Bordy. Anyone? Bueller?

What to wear? And also, do I drink this bottle of wine now? With pasta? Or just the wine? When oh when did my life become an endless parade of questions...oh, wait. Okay.

it was Herodotus, if you must know

Mon, 25 Jul 2005 12:42:13 GMT

I was chasing down a stray literary quote - and really, not much "chasing" to it, these days, simply type a word or two into Google - and remembered how I used to have to do it, to write a paper. All that running around in the University library to find more than two sources (always finding something more interesting than whatever ancient book on the apocrypha: like the collected works of Ivy Compton-Burnett) and now you only have to google it.

I was thinking that my daughter won't know what to do inside a University library, and then, closing my eyes and knowing that I would only have to run my fingers over a shelf of volumes and instantly know my way.

It's been years since I went to any kind of library - the wish to build my own has been to great (and all the late fees I could have spent on my own books) and now I am slowly planning to incorporate my father's collection and I should drown in books at some point, I am sure.

But countless hours of my life has made its mark and my fingers, and my nose and ears and eyes, they all remember.

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 10:06:55 GMT

there is so much comfort in going out with your bestest and oldest friends, and overindulge just because it's us, and tease each other and plan a bridal shower in five minutes, because you can tell those girls just about anything and they will say, that's good, or, i have a better idea, and no one will be hurt but all of us thinks, while stumbling home in the night, we think i have been seen.

i kissed voldemort on a bus in leeds!!!!

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 13:33:47 GMT

Stayed up all night reading Harry Potter. Now I can't do a THING except be lazy in front of the comp... Well I am currently on the first week of my five weeks paid vacation, so I'm not allowed to moan about being tired. (I have SO earned my five weeks. SO.)

The flat needs a good cleaning, as always - two cats accumulate huge amounts of dust and hair. Also I don't remember when I last did my dishes.

Must decide if I'm going out tomorrow night. I should not, and spend the money buying a. a birthday present and myself some kind of floor mop thingie.

So when I was last online we had suprnova and all that. Now I've found torrentspy and piratebay but it's SLOW - any sites out there someone could recommend? Or should I just download the newest eps and not try to catch up?

Lj-ing around to read Harry posts makes you blind - what the heck is wrong with black on white? Yellow text on pink makes my eyes cross. It's like we're back to when everyone had a "homepage" on Angelfire and purple-text-on-green-swirls was the cool.

Let's see if I can remember how to

1 Snape, the fuck? What kind of nickname is that? I can't wait for the scene in book 7 when Lily laughs at him for calling himself that. Maybe that was why they broke up.

2 Harry goes Hunting for Plot Coupons - if he's lucky, he'll find one h0rcrux (tm Leea) at Grimmauld P, one inside Ginny, and one inside himself. That only leaves... fuck, I can't remember.

3 Dumbledore - yeah, suxors. He could have done a lot more during those private lessons, imo (and the garden shed? who's up for writing garden shed sex?) and "love will save the world". AND wtf he should have escorted Riddle to St Mungo's for some high-end therapy b4 sending him to school! Suxor!

4 I'm glad I'm not 16 anymore. GLAD.

5 Haha, Voldemort is a product of inbreeding! How I laughed.

6 I guess I've read the same books as JKR - I knew in book 1, at the platform, that it was going to be H/G in the end. You *can't* introduce a redheaded, only girl with six older brothers, name her Guinevere (essentially) and NOT let her grow up to get the hero. I mean, I get the people fighting for their ships, and not liking the H/G all out in the open, that's fine - but I don't get the people who *never* saw this coming, way back.

back to it (all)

Wed, 13 Jul 2005 22:01:19 GMT

Hello.

I am drunk. So why not make the first LJ post in, oh what, eight months? Yes indeed why not. So I dunno if I still have any LJ friends left. Except for leksa cuz she's gonna come over for Pride in about two weeks so she'd better still be my friend. Or she'll have to sleep on the street (where random strangers will take her for a Childe Prostitute and she'll be like all "okay, for a day pass at Pride/a cig/ a kind word/harry potter twincest fic, I'll do you" and, well, she's easy. ooops. Strike last para....

So my laptop died Dec 2004. And offline was kinda fun but now I have a computer again. And iz reachable at teanna@gatefiction.com whenever the server is okay. And this year has been so-so. I have a new flat. And a lot of stuff happened. And I guess I finally came out of the depression I've had for, oh, years. And stuff.

And am single for Pride. That's interesting.

oooooh will return when sober. Feel free to leave a comment about how much I suck/some gatefiction/thestylus RPS fic with fisting/a poem about your latest fuck.

love me again? (lj changed since i was last here. so many things to play with!)

in the lj of my life, this entry would go HERE (don't pass go)

Tue, 02 Nov 2004 09:18:20 GMT

I have no one to vote for today but I can tell y'all I'm old enough to have lived in a country where we had an Official State Religion and we used to have to vote in Ye Olde Church Elections, something that made me feel sick cuz, dude, no religion and also mostly they didn't like queers much (they got better). But I voted anyway. Now there's a story to tell your grandchildren! --> Good Luck to all of us who has a stake in today's election. Which could be all the people in the world, if to a lesser degree than some folks think.

Aaaaah leksa will be pleased to know the New Sparkly Top got the Stamp of Approval from le Gay Boys Mafia meaning they'll still party with me. It does shed glitter all over so I woke up Monday morning with magpies knocking on my window. The girl, she sparkles!

Ah, time to do laundry. I think I was promised domestic robots by the year 2004, wasn't I Mr. Asimov? So pony up already!

(ah, at non effugies iambos meos --> thank god for the delete button, i guess)

the non-days of this other life

Mon, 11 Oct 2004 15:27:49 GMT

ah, Jacques Derrida is dead, and if you are like me, this means one less philosopher chasing you around in your dreams, shouting insults in French.

I am looking for a new flat, this one with actual space instead of, you know, pretend space. Right now my books are probably mating and I can't stop it, because most of 'em are hidden behind those I know I may need at a moment's notice. Nothing worse than waking up, knowing you just have to reread a certain chapter and then you can't find the effing book. This leads to having to make up sequels in your head, and, much like sappy Paris/Torres fic, it's all just too bad (had a Voyager morning, don't ask).

BUT what I have come to realize is that I have to buy a lot of new furniture for the new flat, as cats have demolished all the bookshelves, the carpet, and, I just looked under my bed, yes, they have ruined the bed too. They hang upside-down under it, much like bats. Cat claws - I'm sure they would be very useful on any regular NASA/MacGuyver Mission.

Soo, new bed, bookshelves, carpets... I can tell I'm going to be sleeping on the floor for a bit. The upside is that I won't have to move all this crap and can get the new stuff delivered (by strapping young men who just happen to be bisexual and open to... but that's another sexual fantasy I will keep to myself).

I may get a third red cat - there's this poor tom in my neighborhood who doesn't seem to have ~~his own human slave~~ an owner, and now the nights are pretty cold... Funny how many cats you can fit into pretend space...

fluff entry, add own nutrition

Tue, 21 Sep 2004 19:02:19 GMT

oh i love shopping. plane tickets, sexy lingerie, books, sushi, romance novels, sparkly candles and all manner of pretty things, i have it all, right here on the bed. oh but K. paid for the sushi.

saturday=party!!!! happyhappy about this.

sunday i had mimosas in bed. then i never got up all day, i just kept drinking mimosas and stayed in bed. i recommend this to all females of all ages at all times.

all i need now: pink boots, stay-ups, cat food. esp. the cat food (mundane! she cried out.)

oh and also i need a million dollars. as you do.

it's all very random

Mon, 06 Sep 2004 08:57:06 GMT

ooops i'm back. and gatefiction.com is back too, and i'm sorry about fucking it up yet again, i love going away for all of august and that's when i have to renew the domain name and i'm not around.

tonight all over the world people are going to light candles and put in their windows remembering the children who died in russia.

i have hot pink glittery nail polish and a new shimmer foundation. the amount of money i spend on make-up, i could get several return trips to london for it. still going to london with leksa soon, right L?

my cats! are fat and redyellow and the prettiest things ever and next to me on the bed purring warm.

now it's raining outside.

this was very random, as i am having a very random day. from next week or so i will not have to work mondays ever again so i'm looking forward to always having mondays off for forever maybe.

Thu, 29 Jul 2004 20:20:10 GMT

I'm going away on Monday and I won't be back until early September. Won't have email or anything like that where I'm going (waah)

In other news, I've spent the past week with Babylon 5 and now I dream about Sheridan every night. Or mostly I dream that I am Sheridan. In my head, I'm clearly a leader of people and a Messiah (also I get the hot alien babes, yo)

I miss talking to a lot of you guys, but, well, life is like that. Maybe in September?

writing, vacay, ginny the ur-mom

Tue, 13 Jul 2004 21:32:48 GMT

I may be writing fic again. Just sent something off to leksa and almost finished (finally!) the "er" fic tonight. AND then I got an archive request for an old story, so I feel like someone is pointing a giant finger at me!!! (might be the Giant Middle Finger Of Doom, of course)

I am COUNTING the days until I go on vacation. Four weeks paid leave! I will go far, far away and not think about work.

Still reading Harry/Ginny smut. On average, they seem to end up with 8 kids. Ginny turns into her mother, and stays home taking care of them (of course, so would I if I really gave birth to EIGHT KIDS. I'd never get up after the first six!)

If Ginny was Blair or Krycek they'd stop with one or two, I know. But unless you have magic ovaries (or a really nice friend in the adoptions agency whatever), you're destined to have a whole brood. Unless you're CJ Cregg, then you get to be BITTER about being Too Old to Breed (but this can be solved by killing off Andi so CJ can marry Toby and dedicate her life to raising his kids. Who needs a career?

But my A. is pregnant and I love her so much and I am feeling all maternal right now so I am not as bitter about Ginny as I sound. A pregnant friend means I get to be the nice gift-bearing Auntie and still have my nights free to go dancing...

Wed, 16 Jun 2004 09:49:48 GMT

I could get dressed and get to work but instead, I sorted my cats into Hogwarts houses. Big Cat is a Hufflepuff (I knew it!) and Little Cat is a Slytherin (makes sense, but he's not a Malfoy or anything. He does slither).

Awwf, I need to get dressed. Teh Most Boringest Meeting Evah in an hour, and I left my notes in another dimension.

Anyone seen my xwife around? Could someone tell her she should email me some time, or I'll sell Plastic Mandy on Ebay.

sentinel fic part 5678

Thu, 10 Jun 2004 13:18:16 GMT

ah, I feel the need for some Jim/Blair drunk!fic - Jim is in luuurve but uff coarse he can't tell Blair that he wants to be Blair's Little LoveMuffin because, uhm. They're MEN not GAY MEN so Jim goes to the shooting range at the Police House to shoot some lead into some paper dolls and then he goes to the non!gay all-male cop!bar and gets drunk with his non-gay, non-touchy-feely yet STRANGELY touchy-feely-in-a-manly-way cop buddies.

and then everyone is, like, "Jim, we all KNOW you have the hots for Blair, you should go home and tell him you're his Little LoveMuffin and make sweet luurve all night long."

and Jim is all "my manly cop-buddies all think I belong with Blair! it must be true! we're not gay we're in LOVE!!!!"

and then he goes home and has teh gay hot monkey love-sex tango with Blair and live happily ever after but not! gay.

and then we write the sequel with teh hot Ellison/Skinner xover fistingfest of DOOM!, okay LEKSA????

she traveleth

Tue, 01 Jun 2004 10:27:47 GMT

had a very good last week, with some Very!Very!Good RL News on tuesday and then a trip to berlin and we had a great time and sun and beer and goodness all round. my german is lots better than i thought it was at this point, and i found a hard-to-find book about wagner that i really needed, so it's good to know my german was better than i thought, as the book is in german. uhm. (really big book)

am feeling very good and able to do stuff so i'm leaving again tomorrow, short trips only as i don't want to leave my boys for long. my sister took good care of them but she's Not a Cat Person so.

was very impressed with the stuff they've put up in berlin over the last few years - we had long discussions about when the money would run out (it's a Good Thing people don't seem to mind calling entire city blocks "chrystler stadt" or whatever - it ain't the gov. sponsoring the sony center, and so on) - anyway, great new architecture everywhere.

ALSO if you're not near NY but closer to berlin you SHOULD visit das MoMA in Berlin - we talked about some of the paintings for days.

oh, when did i last update this one? did i tell you guys leksa was here (good!) and we went to see britney (bad!) and had a nice day with k-who-i-should-email cause we live real close and i think she's funny (yay!) and after that i have done zero fannish things?

am re-reading olivia manning's oeuvre and feeling depressed about it. remembered the characters as lots funnier and esp. harriet pringle is depressing me. i think the tv series made her better (but then again wasn't she played by emma thompson, so...?) oh WELL.

see y'all on the flipside. there's sunshine to be had, and all that jazz.

and alihobama spaketh thusly:

Sat, 22 May 2004 16:00:06 GMT

today i am crying and eating bon-bons. so that was today.

my triumphant return to fic-land is a giant failure as i ONE don't have the time TWO have only written three parts of the five-part "er" Boyslash Epic. if i ever post it i will be told my Carter is a woman in disguise but of course, the big problem i have with writing this fic is that Luka is an INTERESTING character with plenty of BACKGROUND and sadness and doom, and Carter, well, ain't. his problems are pastede on the little rich kid yay.

OR MAYBE NOT MAYBE IT IS ME. ALL ME.

(oh and leksa? i finally read the chat logs K. was kind enough to send me and That Woman? Is pastede on crazy yay, yes indeedy. and if you have more of this trainwreck-in-progress you should mail it to me. because i can't get enough of that shit, yo)

PEE ESS: my new ILLEGAL otp iz Elijah/Hannah. they r0xors.