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[sophistry]

HELLO. I AM BACK. I know, you didn't notice I was gone. Where by 'gone', I mean 'I deleted my LJ for 24 hours because of ESSAYS'. But I have devoted ten hours to Emperors vs. Christians, and now I am going to have a cheese sandwich and some wine and go to bed. Which means you have eight hours to spam me with love¹ before this LJ disappears again. SERIOUSLY GUYS, I MEAN IT. I AM DEMANDING YOUR AFFECTION. GO. And I better not hear any pansy excuses like 'family' or 'Thanksgiving', either.

¹Um, in the form of... whatever. Drabbles! Macros! ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT, I WOULD REALLY LOVE YOUR FAVOURITE POWER-STUDY MUSIC. *_*

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[stained_glass]

I am writing the most Godawful essay on Old Testament Prophecy right now, and am returning to my favourite power-essay song, which is from my Aubreyad music folder. (Shhhh. ¬¬) It got me through last term, along with the second one I'm uploading. :D

Into the Ocean - Blue October
What a Good Boy - Barenaked Ladies

Oh! And last night I wrote some Aubreyad drabbles for another flister in need; is was for the prompt 'Jack and Stephen in old age'.

Stephen held out his arms to Padeen as he toddled towards them, but the plump child swerved with a knowing, suspicious look that he had inherited from his grandmother to Jack; he knew from being the coddled youngest grandchild that Grandpapa Jack was a far more comfortable seat than Daideó Stephen. Jack could not quite suppress the broad, smug, grin that spread across his face - paler now. Stephen tossed the rosin at him, hitting him on the forehead, his aim unaffected. Padeen and Jack laughed, going pink together, Brigid scolded her father, and it was Stephen’s turn to smile.