*gurgles weakly*

[chibi_trillian]

OTL. I fail at life in general and writing in particular. Every time I say, "I will write tonight!" something happens and I don't get to it. Like an impromptu dinner party (which had sexy bundt cake of love ♥). Or an accident that ties up my commute for so long that when I get home I'm a zombie who goes "SLEEEEEEEP" instead of "BRAAAAAAAINS." I used to forcibly make time for this shit, and I don't anymore and it's showing--the longer it goes between fics, the less confident I get about my abilities, and the less likely I am to try and write again for fear that I'll sit down at the keyboard and produce really bad OOC stuff or not be able to write anything at all. And I have so many words to abuse mercilessly with my atrocious prose things to write for the holidays and OPY100 and OPX and DAMMIT I WANT MY MATURIN-CHOPPER PICTURE WOMAN. *FAILS, DIES*

Also: They lieeeeeeeed to me, Kaja. ;_; Your package is currently in Tennessee. It's on its way, though, and if the website does not lie like the shipping place did, it ought to get there either the sixth or the seventh. *fails at shipping too*

ETA: Having gotten my angst on, I promptly go and write some random crap. FAIL AT EMO FTW.

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Dr. Steven Maturin, of the Aubrey/Maturin series of novels (best known through the movie Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World), holding Chopper and asking his dearest Jack Aubrey if he can keep him because holy shit, a talking reindeer, he can write a paper on him and teach him to play chess provided Jack doesn't give Chopper rum like he did to Steven's sloth. IT'S SO DAMN CUTE. AND METTA-CHAN FINISHED IT. AND SHE WON'T SHOW ME UNTIL I WRITE A CROSSOVER FIC WITH ONE PIECE. She's mean. ;_;