...oh, gods, my brain

...suddenly I want a talking groundhog. I am not really sure how this is going to work out in Narnia or why I want one, but damn, suddenly I do.

(I so did not realize it was Groundhog's Day until Yahoo kindly told me so. One year, in, like, second or third grade, I had a Groundhog's Day party. We played "pin the shadow on the groundhog.")

...oh my God, clearly in Narnia the groundhogs are, like, another version of the centaurs, only their fortune-telling is much more gloomy. "I see that we shall have another six weeks of winter, my king," Tumblefoot says wearily to Peter, and behind Peter a centaur with the army, Oreius's nephew Regulus stomps his hooves and practically shouts, "You idiot! IF YOU PAID ATTENTION TO THE METEOROLOGICAL SIGNS YOU WOULD KNOW THAT WE ARE ABOUT TO HAVE AN UNSEASONABLY HOT SPRING." Edmund coughs, "Also, it's shirtsleeve weather." "Well, how would I know?" Tumblefoot the groundhog says, "I have fur."

but at least it's done for the day

Homework sucks, man. I am trying to tell myself that I cannot heal my mental anguish by writing porn. (So far, my brain has thrown at me the following: Peter/foreign (male) ambassador during the Golden Age with Peter/Susan and Susan voyeurism, Peter/Susan/Edmund at some indeterminate point in time, Peter/Susan during PC with Caspian voyeurism. My brain also wants me to write just plain old Peter being creepy, which I feel that I actually haven't written for a while.)

I know this is counter to the fangirl code, but porn does not salve all ills! Just most of them. (Also, I appear to have also started writing post-LWW fic from Helen Pevensie's point of view. I think it goes without saying that she's really fucking confused.)

damn straight martin's amazing

One of my friends is reading A Game of Thrones for the first time, and keeps texting me going, "Oh my God, ( spoiler for AGOT )

Oh my God," and, "Oh my God, A Game of Thrones is amazing so far. Oh my God."

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You know, I have three fics that always make me grin like whoa: Shine So Bright, On a Summer Sunday, and In a Dry Month.

Peter gets laid in all of these. I am not entirely certain whether that's a factor or not, but man, they make me happy. And that is a very good thing.