*Things-in-the-mail Squee!*

I looooove the postal service!

Firstly, I cam home the day before yesterday to find a little white package waiting for me. nekonexus and kintail you guys are brilliant! The yarn made for much squee-- I think I've got some pretty good ideas for that fuzzy green stuff and some sparkly yarn I got on impulse the other day.

Also, it needs to be shared with the world that these guys sent me a most excellent pencil tin and HOLY crap it's the gayest thing ever. XD

I dream about your I'm gonna
press my lips againes [sic] you and hold you
to me I can dream

*dies laughing* It looks like they used the haiku generator to come up with this stuff. They so win!


And then yesterday, the ever stellar USPS delivered a gift from th_nightengale! I Don't know what you've sent yet 'cause I'm saving them for Christmas, but *bounces* Hee! The little pin? XD *mad giggles* Bad Hoodoo indeed.

Love.

In leu of the last several days... I just wanted to share.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Corinthians 1 13:4-7

FMA fic rec.

I spam. But in a good way.

Finding
by karotsamused

He shouldn’t have come back. He berates himself, looking up at that imposing façade, leaning against a pillar at the farthest corner of the quad. Yet, this place feels like home somehow, like anticipation and success and exasperation and all of the emotions he used to pour into his returns to Risembool. People there knew him as Edward, and it was one of the only two places.

Ed Elric the civilian stands in front of Central Headquarters and shuts his eyes, remembering.