in celebration of working out a difficult scene with red, you get this now instead of tomorrow. sigh.

if you follow my twitter you're prepared for this nonsense. fuck my life, this is ridiculous and indulgent and i want to write it more than anything ever.

( in which colin and sophie brainstorm turn-of-the-century-scottish-peasant!ryan AND <s>BRENDON</s> THE BOY WHO MAKES BAGPIPES. )

so i guess i've been typing too much lately b/c my fingers are killing me (hence not responding to your emails).  plus i have to write up an entire silent auction guide at work by friday, including snazzy, witty descriptions/titles for 114+ items.  F.  M.  L.

anyway, so i've been writing chapter 6 on paper, which is obviously going... slowly, but you'll be happy to know it's over half done.  we'll see how i'm feeling later, but i've got a ton to do at work this week, obv.  i want to say it'll be up tomorrow but i can't promise.

won't be answering comments here, for obvious reasons, but, leave some love, or porn drabbles, if you feel like it.  i'll read and smile big.

<3 love you guys.  here, have a happy picture (click to enlarge).  his blurry smiley little face, you guys. ♥_♥