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There's a tentacle monster in my uterus. I can't imagine having kids, but if I did they'd have to be ficking hardcore to beat the monthly tentacle monster into submission and steal its nest.


ETA what the shit is 'ficking'? I kind of like it, but. Also nest? Probably not. Lair, maybe, although I like the scratchy idea of twigs, and also the mental image of the tentacle monster being really crap at climbing trees.

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The tentacle monster in my uterus is excreting phlegm into my lungs. I am so full of gross right now it's faintly hysterical.

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Man, I wish mcsmooch was running, or something. I feel a restless need to prove to myself that my writing doesn't make people's eyes bleed, but I can't think about writing anything of substance without tensing up. For some absurd reason writing for mcshep_match has freaked me out.

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Drop me a comment, and I'll tell you the first thing that comes into my mind when I think of you, whether it makes sense or not.

Mostly I want interaction. Please note: I tend towards the, y'know, not.

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( Merlin reaction so far )

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OH MY GOD COLIN MORGAN PLEASE EAT A SANDWICH