I wrote fic!!!! Drabbles!!! What?? But don't get too excited. It is depressing. Only because the state of united states is fucking depressing. Given my mood of late, and my sudden newfound obsession with reading fic again, this was bound to happen.
What Happens Next
When the Sandy Hook school shooting happens Gus is 12, JR is 8. Melanie and Lindsay kiss their kids and hug them a little tighter. They don't say it out loud, but over the years they've often been glad they moved to Canada. This is one of those times.
In 2015 when marriage in the US is finally legal, they think about moving back. They love life in Canada. Gus is 15, moving at that age is tough. But they also love their Pittsburg family, and miss them dearly. They decide to wait a bit and see what happens next.
What happens next changes everything and nothing.
49 people die in a gay nightclub. Trump becomes President. And 17 high schoolers and their teachers are murdered by one kid with a gun.
Gus is a senior in high school. JR will be there next year. Melanie and Lindsay kiss their kids and hug them a little too tight. And they thank god every day that they live somewhere where they can send their kids to the movies, or the mall, or even just to school and be reasonably assured they will come back home at the end of the day.
YAY for me! I have finally started writing again. I have one whole paragraph of a Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins from WWE story that I am definitely fly with my ideas and start posting as I go. So now just to get past the first paragraph so I can get that first chapter and start posting.
Title: The Best Laid Plans
Gift Request (2011 exchange): Gen/Slice of life or PWP theme: alternative holiday celebration or decorations. I think this actually fills both requests to some degree! Thank you Orlith for saving my butt with a beta!
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I last updated in January -- I had forgotten when and about what so I had to go check. It was only three weeks ago! Such is life.
Thanks to enchanted_jae for the Valentine's card and digthewriter for the Valentine's card and Drarry art!! ♥
Long post behind the cut, but it's actually all good/meh stuff and nothing with drama or anxiety or upsetting things.
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And that's it. That's what's going on with me. How's the rest of you?
Also. Naming my user pics by episode was a bad plan for 10 years in the future when I no longer remember things by episode....
This seems like the perfect place to come speak into the void and bad mouth another fandom.
The 100. OH MY GOD. Those bitches be crazy. I found a Niylah/Clarke fic, and was very excited, because I find them interesting. And then I read the comments on the fic from clexa shippers. Holy shit. Were we like that? I'm pretty sure I never called anyone who wrote brian/michael a fat pig. Good god. And Niylah/Clarke is at least canon.
My wife is a huge The 100 fan and big time clexa shipper. Today, missing fandom, I tried to get into it. I couldn't. I love the The 100. I liked Clarke and Lexa. I do think it was some ignorant bullshit what they did with Lexa. But...Its done yo. Can't we move on at some point? Do we have to mourn her and them for all of eternity. I still want Clarke to find someone new, be happy, find love.
Would I have forgiven QaF if they had killed Justin? I don't know. I think so. I KNOW I still would have wanted good things for Brian ultimately. I would not have wanted him to spend the rest of his life miserable and in mourning.
Its been over a year. I popped on to find my journal was unreadable because the old customizations were no longer supported. Sadness to say goodbye to how my journal had looked for over a decade.
I don't know how to customize anymore. So I chose a random format. It isn't the same. But then, neither am I.
If anyone I used to know (or still know) reads this, I hope you are well. I hope you are happy. I hope life is good.
I still think of Brian and Justin and QaF. I still occasionally watch an episode. And I still, unbelievably, make up stories about them in my head. It is my go to when I'm very bored or driving in my car or trying to fall asleep. They are still my home base. My fictional place of happiness. My OTP. Even after all this time.
If you are curious about me. I AM GOOD. I have a good life. I have a great wife. I love my job (usually). And we travel a lot. I cannot complain. And these days my name here is not so accurate. The definition doesn't change daily. I am settled. I am somewhat defined. And I am happy with that.