Hurtling ever quicker towards maturity, as you do when you've left College's loving embrace, I have taken the next step to being a self-sufficient grown-up:
I've embraced the fact that I write fanfiction and taken the necessary steps for unleashing that horror onto the world.
Thus, I give you, for your ever-continuing peals of disbelieving amusement and disdain:
My ff.net account.[link]
Merlin's pest-infested beard, I'll never be normal. I get that.
If you'll excuse me, I must now battle my childhood trauma that is otherwise known as "Watership Down".
"Oh, lookit! A cartoon! With bunnies! Let's have her watch that!". Stellar parenting, mum and dad. Stellar. And they wonder why I turned to X Files and Goosebumps and horror folklore before I had even cleared 2nd grade.
It's a slippery slope, kids. A slippery slope. Don't do fanart. It's a gateway dorkery, and before you know it, you're cooking up fanfiction in an RV in the desert. Look at your lives. Look at your choices.