I would like someone to shoot me
PLEASE TO STAB MY BRAIN! I can't write!
I'm starting to freak out. I have no viable ideas, and even the request fics - I have six left to write or something - are doing nothing for me. I feel like a messy room with moldy yogurt cups involved in some way. And fuzzy spoons. I probably smell, too.
I need an alphabet shower. And, yes, I'm well aware I'm not making sense.
The ONLY thing in my head right now is a half-assed AU in which John is 8 and loves cookies and Rodney's his imaginary friend. OMG KILL ME!
I'm starting to freak out. I have no viable ideas, and even the request fics - I have six left to write or something - are doing nothing for me. I feel like a messy room with moldy yogurt cups involved in some way. And fuzzy spoons. I probably smell, too.
I need an alphabet shower. And, yes, I'm well aware I'm not making sense.
The ONLY thing in my head right now is a half-assed AU in which John is 8 and loves cookies and Rodney's his imaginary friend. OMG KILL ME!