dia dhuit! what's the craic? right, i used to be on fanfiction.net but haven't written in six years and have recently discovered the joys of Albus/Scorpius so i'm back writing fics for the lovely boys! i have a couple of ideas for fics in other categories, but mostly it'll just be AS/S stories i'll be writing, hope y'all enjoy! i'm irish, a bit of a nutter, but i LOVE writing, and get all sorts of crazy ideas for fics in my head so i won't be stopping anytime soon!

Finally i want to share this HILARIOUS piece from seinfeld:

"When You're moving your whole world becomes boxes. That's all you think about is
boxes. Boxes, where are there boxes? You just wander down the street going in and out
of stores. Are there boxes here? Have you seen any boxes? I mean it's all you think
about. You can't even talk to people because you can't concentrate. Shut up I'm looking
for boxes. Just after a while you become like really into it you can smell them. You walk
into a store. There's boxes here. Don't tell me you don't have boxes. Dammit, I can
SMELL them. I'm like I'm obsessed. I love the smell of cardboard in the morning. You
could be at a funeral. Everyone's mourning crying around, and your looking at the
casket. That's a nice box Does anyone know where that guy got that box? When he's
done with it do you think I could get that? it's got some nice handles on it. And that's
what death is really. It's the last big move of your life. The hearse is like the van. The
pale bearers are your close friends the only ones you could ask to help you with a big
move like that. and the casket is that great perfect box you've been waiting for your
whole life The only problem is, once you find it you're in it."

peace and love,

slán!