....this totally counts as yesterday

OH SHIT I FORGOT. This is what happens when I read fanfiction for four hours.

So. Right. I've gotten into FF7 fanfiction. Unlike usually, I actually like the main slash pairing - Cloud/Sephiroth is at this point almost canon. They're stalking each other. And it's hot and all sorts of bondagey and angry and full of angst and tension even if they're both sane and not trying to kill each other.

However.

I do not like how it's normally written. Cloud will not just forget all the stuff Sephiroth did. And. I have to capslock this but CLOUD IS BADASS. LET HIM BE. STOP MAKING HIM A WUSS. Seriously, he's a bundle of twitchiness and anger and  fighting instincts that probably makes the Turks go, "...dude." 

Also, I like bondage and bdsm more than most souls, but Cloud is not going to sub for Sephiroth easily. He spent most of the game trying to stop that you know? Even if  Sephiroth isn't trying to control him, he's still going to lash out from sheer instincts.

...it doesn't help that I'm one of like six people who likes sub!Seph, but that's another rant.

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Right. Sometime before midnight tonight.

So I start school in A WEEK AND A FUCKING HALF. Now, admittedly, this year I am not as terrified as usual. At least not over the actual school bits. The classes and such I'm looking forward to. (Yay, class on Gender and Society! Yay, class on the Soviet Union!) My roommate is an English major who sounds decent.  Financial Aid might be a bit of a kerfuffle, but I *might* be able to get it sorted out.

No, the terror at the moment is about the job. Now, yay that I have a job lined up. Jobs are good things. Very good things.

It's a tutoring job.

OH GOD I AM GOING TO BE SO HORRIBLE AT THIS SO BAD OH GOD.

^This is what the inside of my brain looks like when I think about it. 

It'll be in sociology. Probably intro to soc. It won't be difficult material, surely, but. Oh god.

The basis is that It's New and Something I Haven't Done and Oh God I Will Mess This Up Somehow.

So yeah. Training is next Friday.

...eeepz.