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Here's what I posted on my tumblr craftblog:
This did not start nor end with Orlando. In the wake of the tragedy I want to, in some small way, work toward keeping this sort of thing from happening again.
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For those who haven't seen it on Facebook or tumblr, Fanime happened. I was only there for two of the four days (I only asked for Saturday and Sunday off, because I knew I wasn't going to be the only one asking), but one of those days had the FMA meetup.
(BTW, the ONLY reason that dress was staying up Sunday was because Tierfal brought me toupee tape. The fabric had relaxed so much from the day before that just breathing was sending it creeping down.)
I went from reading the initial post and thinking "yes this is a very good post that raises interesting points I think I'll reblog it" to "holy shit I ain't touching that if you paid me".
To be clear, tumblr didn't create this kind of attitude and mentality. But it gave it the perfect breeding ground with no checks and balances and no way to put the breaks on anything.
Genre: AU, romance
Summary: "I dunno, there are worse ways to bump into someone."
Notes: Based on this prompt: "Person A is a really bad skier who accidentally collides with person B, a good skier. Person A feels really bad and sits with person B until the ski patrol comes."
It was a big mountainside, right? Plenty of room. At least that's what Roy had told himself. And yet, somehow, he was careening toward a collision with another skier and all he could do was shout out a warning. He didn't just crash into the small blond—he completely bowled the person over and sent both of them tumbling, skis and poles and limbs everywhere.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" He fumbled around in the snow, cursing the skis and those damn rigid boots. How did anyone move in these? He finally managed to extricate himself without doing too much damage and awkwardly reached a hand out. "Are you all right?"
The other skier didn't answer right away. From the long hair and short stature he'd been afraid he'd run over a child, but when the skier pulled his scarf down and pushed up his ski goggles he could see that this guy was at least in his twenties. That made him feel slightly less terrible.
"I think you broke my leg."
So much for that.
File this under "WTF comments". It's on this fic and I'm still not sure how they're reading that into it. If I tilt my head and squint I guess I can kinda see where they might have taken that from, but I dunno, this seems like the reader bringing their own bias into play.
I'm trying to do more writing, though. I've started bringing a notebook with me to work to write on my breaks. One advantage of writing in the notebook is the internet isn't sitting right there ^^;. Of course then I end up procrastinating on typing it up. But again, part of that is because I'm trying to do all the things and writing is still slotted in my head and "frivolous" time. Yeah, I need to do something about that.
(Also sometimes I have trouble reading my own handwriting.)
Genre: fluff, romance
Warnings: spoilers if you haven't read this fic yet
Roy let his head fall back on the couch. His hands, heavy and alien-feeling still, rested in his lap. He knew this sort of thing just took time—years, in fact—but it was hard not to get frustrated.
A hand settled on either side of his head. "So how many glasses did you break today?"
The holidays were - fine. Stressed and busy because retail, and I didn't get to see as much of my family as I would have liked because retail, but fine.
The way things went was, Greg and Steph were originally planning to only come down Christmas day, what with the baby and all. So we were only focusing on getting the front part of the house presentable/livable/guest ready. But then their plans changed and they would be coming down Christmas evening, staying the night, and visiting with my Dad Saturday evening instead of Christmas evening. Except I worked Saturday. And Sunday. And now we had to get the guest bedroom ready on short notice. The bedroom where we had been stashing a bunch of stuff from the living room because it wasn't (the bedroom) going to be used. With me working. And we aren't even going to get into my issues over New Year's.
But it was fine. Was it worth all the stress and headache? I dunno. I still kinda think the holidays can go fuck themselves. I hate the pressure, I hate the obligation, I hate the performance, I hate the stress. I don't know if it's worth it, if the "up" side is enough.
And that's not even getting into New Year's, which was also fine, but still a big ball of issues that I need to deal with or decide isn't worth dealing with and just suck it up and move on.
Sorry, anyone who's still here and actually reading this. I know I'm only making things worse for myself with the whole talking to people thing.