WiP Amnesty, or something
I started this last summer, after Kon got mind-controlled by Luthor and sent off to Smallville. It started off as a way to help me deal with shitty canon--I thought Kon sulking in Smallville while his friends were in danger was dumb, so I sent him to Boston instead. (It made sense at the time.) And... yeah. It's been *thoroughly* jossed since then, and I'm not gonna finish it, but I still like the idea of Kon as a barista and he and Cass as a team, so I'm putting it up here.
( Just how emo can one clone be? 3580 words. )
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Writing Update:
The Compass That You Gave Me
Words Added: 2,202
Words Total: 12,257 (AHAHAHAHA oh god.)
Dear ZigZag Wireless (company providing my internet at the moment):
Fuck off, and die, and also fuck off. I have had to spend what probably amounts to, seriously, *hours* of the past two days struggling to get a motherfucking signal, and this is only a few weeks after my internet went away *completely* for a week. What the fucking fuck? Do you actually expect me to *pay* for this service?
No. Fucking. Love,
Zee
( Just how emo can one clone be? 3580 words. )
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Writing Update:
The Compass That You Gave Me
Words Added: 2,202
Words Total: 12,257 (AHAHAHAHA oh god.)
Dear ZigZag Wireless (company providing my internet at the moment):
Fuck off, and die, and also fuck off. I have had to spend what probably amounts to, seriously, *hours* of the past two days struggling to get a motherfucking signal, and this is only a few weeks after my internet went away *completely* for a week. What the fucking fuck? Do you actually expect me to *pay* for this service?
No. Fucking. Love,
Zee