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[bedlamsbard]

You know, the best thing about going through my class notes while doing this essay workshop -- where we don't actually write the essays, we just write what we would write the essays about -- is that I get to revisit all the random bits of fic written on the sides of my notes.

Some of it is porn.

Some of it is crack.

Some of it is cracked-out porn.

Some of it is perfectly legitimate fic.

Some of it is epic poetry.

I mean, I have my actual notes here reading stuff like

debt greater than assets - slavery, own self
hektemorage/hektemoroi (people mortgage land)
families owned large % of land and people

and then right next to it is

Peter dug his fingers into Edmund's hair and kissed him hard, their teeth knocking together messily.

"Did you let him kiss you?" Edmund asks once they've parted.

"No," Peter says.

"Good," Edmund says, and kisses him again, shoving him back towards the nearest bed. They tumble back onto it, Edmund settling himself between Peter's thighs and flicking open the buttons of his shirt.

*winces* And -- my back and hips really hurt, for some reason, and my stomach is making weird noises, and I still have two more essay outlines to do.