I'm not even in my twenties anymore!!!

So, I was almost offended when someone in my office suggested I should read this article in The New York Times Magazine this morning: "What Is It about 20-Somethings?" In it, the 20-something generation is described as "the post-adolescent, pre-adult, not-quite-decided life stage." It asks the question, "Why are so many people in their twenties taking so long to grow up?" and also claims that the large portion of this generation "who don't commit to a relationship or a career or a home of their own are simply acting their age."

( They move back in with their parents. They delay beginning career paths. They put off commitments. Maybe they are revealing a new life stage. )

Also, I'm now craving twenty-something 'coming of age' style stories. I love a good HS or College AU, but I want something a little older this time, if you know of anything. (Feel free to pimp your own work, too!)

ETA: Also, I'm so excited for this! I don't know if I'll fill any prompts, there's one I want to fill, but it might get taken before I get around to it. Still, check it out because (in my opinion) there can never be enough sex industry fic!

Empress, huh? Sounds all mighty and stuff.

So I decided to do this Tarot card thing that's going around today because a.) I am bored out of my skull, and b.) I was curious.

I'm putting the card under a cut because it's kind of massive.

( Check it out )

While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. So I'm an idea incubator. The oven in which the idea bun warms. A uterus for ideas, if you will. I...don't even know what to say about that.

In other random and irrelevant news, I think my workplace is trying to kill me. Seriously. When I'm at home or in my car, I'm fine and dandy. Right as rain. *insert any like cliches here* When I get into my office, I start hacking like I'm losing a lung, and my eyes water like crazy. Allergies you say? Possibly. It could also be the mold growing inside the wall that the higher ups refuse to acknowledge is there. Good times.

Alright, I promise to stop spammin' y'all with useless pieces of non-fandom related madness now. Hopefully, I'll have some fic to share with you soon!