I finally start writing something... and it's not even something I can use for Kink Bingo. Unless I stretch one of these prompts to the breaking point, anyway. And it's terribly self-indulgent, it's 90% dialogue, and I have no idea how I'm going to end it... but it's a conversation I really wanted to write, and the whole situation makes me happy to think about it, kind of, and just....

Oh, Dean Venture, so adorkable. And Dr. Orpheus, such a nice guy.

And hey, if I finish this soon, it'll be the first piece of fanfic I've completed in one year and three days. If I'd have gotten this idea sooner, it could have been exactly a year, but it came to me yesterday while I was eating ice cream. Because twist ice cream is a perfect metaphor for bisexuality, or something. (No, seriously, I put too much thought into this.)

In non-writing news, Rachael helped me trim my bangs last night, so my hair looks significantly better now that I'm not pulling it back out of my face. And you're all breaking my heart by ignoring the pictures of my new glasses. I really would like at least one person to tell me which pair I should wear more often. I'm not trying to fish for compliments, you don't have to tell me they're cute, just tell me which pair fits my face better.