icrashcars

title: untitled.
fandom/pairing: rps - hugh jackman/taylor kitsch
rating: G
media: sketched in pencil, colored etc in photoshop

( dream of ways to throw it all away )

title: eulogy
rating: PG?
media: pencil and paper. as usual.

( if you look at your reflection, is it all you want to be? )

title: you will never belong to me
rating: G
fandom/pairing: Logan/Remy (Wolverine/Gambit)
media: opencanvas, wacom tablet

( breathe. trust. bless me. and release )

yaaaarg. i forgot to say. SOUNDWAVE TICKETS CAME ON THURSDAY!!!! :D

UGHHHH IT'S GOING TO BE THE BEST AND SCARIEST SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY EVER. AND FIRST.

a work in progress. 
I love fluff. and smut. which is all my poor fragile brain seems to be able to handle lately.
This is the former, by the way. and pretty G/PG rated.

ahh. i adore this pairing. i haven't loved a rps pairing this much since Frerard. and. that was weirdly obsessive. and i still don't think of bandslash in the way that i see pairing actors up in. bands are even less human than actors.

( the heart may freeze, or it can burn )

Okay. So, I actually wrote something the other day, and I thought I should put it in my writing journal, which was vetromascherare.
But then I realized how stuffed with random crap it is, so I decided to make a new writing/art journal to post my new stuff in with a cleaner filing system. So it's kind of like a personal folio-ish progress type thing for me as well.
I'm still not sure how I'll sort the drawings and sketches I put in there. Since, I know it'd be better to be able to browse those by fandom or topic and such, but, it might just mess it up a lot. Oh well.

HERE TIS:
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Title: Meeting
Author: icrashcars
Fandom/Pairing: RPS - Hugh Jackman/Taylor Kitsch (implied)
Rating: G
Words: 100
Summary: The impromptu meeting couldn't have been more timely or predetermined an agony for the rawness beating away against his ribcage. The fierce determination to avoid the man for at least until shooting was resumed could have been the only thing tipping fate from the night before.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Author's Note: This is the first drabble I've done. It took me four nearly five hours revising it to get it down to exactly 100 words. I almost shot my brain out. Especially since I probably should have been starting the three oral assignments coming up rather than a pointless face melting writing excercise. But yes. I lost a lot of substance obviously, including names, and it's kind of confusing and ill flowing, but, it's a start. I'll post the original/revisions later methinks. READ IT SLOWLY! :D
Warnings: None, really. Mentions kissing. It's a bit angsty.


( what am i supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? )

( you always seem to give me another try )♥

peace.

SHIIITTT!!! I FORGOT ABOUT SCIENCE!!! D: D: D:

essay on a chosen ciculatory/respiratory-affecting disease due tomorrow. i'm doing churg strauss. i think i'm almost done. but. i haven't. ARGHHH.

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SHOOT ME.

la lala lala. ._. it's almost two in the morning. and. i'm doing my art assignment. same self-portraity collage artbook thing. ughhhh.

right now. i'm working on this page. that's a parody of an x-men comic cover. but. it's with me and sophieophie whoatethetardis on it.  whom i'm currently emailing back and forth since she's also doing the same stupid fucking assignment. ARGHHH. well. we were. until. she didn't answer. D: i think she died. ... yeah. probably.

ow. ...something appears to be stuck in my eye. ow.
...

yeah, it/s gone now.

my mother just went to sleep since she kept falling asleep on my bed while she was supposed to be sitting and helping me. >:0

oh well. i don't think writing this entry is going to help me get done any faster. :S

yeah. probably not.

i shall...

post photos tomorrow probably. or the next day. when i should be skipping the last day of term to prepare for saturday's gencon me and sophie and company are supposed to be cosplaying at. :S yeah. notgonnahappen. well. at least not as well as we'd probably hope. remind me to look at spotlight's array of shitty wigs by friday. :S

FUCKKKK ME!

hurr hurr. you want to see what's in front of me? i know you do. ._.
yes.
( i think i used to have a purpose )

om nom nom.

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i find the most stupid things hilarious and laugh until my stomach hurts and i'm crying and drooling on the table and my mother is pissy. :D
like. "There are many other earth artists who work similarly to me. and my colony."

Aaaah. good ol' art assignments that make me stay up until midnight to turn insane and get done and inevitably fail for my nonexistant procrastination skills.

My father seems to have become obsessed with Adam Lambert since American Idol ended. Someone kill me now. D:

hahaha, this is a pretty cute ad, you have to admit. :D

:D I can has swine flu?

I think by the time it comes to be even Wednesday next week I'll be bored to death and wishing I'd insisted more on just staying home and taking handfuls of Panadol every hour.

I don't know why people seem to think that people would enjoy sitting on the couch watching television and having "lazy time" as a good thing. Not that I'd do much else on the weekend, but... a whole week??

Shhh. don't tell Freya. She'll murder me. D:

anyways. I think I have some productive stuff to pretend I'm actually thinking about starting.