#fucking 'october rain' to 'hurricane'

[dead-salmon]

it's crazy to me when people go "eurovision isn't about politics" in response to boycotting it when it is

israel literally tried to enter with a song called "october rain", fucking october rain

like it's always been politics, the entire idea was "countries should lead friendly competitions in the arts with one another for peace and anti-war". it's always been politics and especially so when they banned russia from competing. and the fact that people try to go "oh its alright to watch it even if they let israel participate after it only changed its title to hurricane and after the esc forbade palestinian flags"

[chaionist]

Eden Golan performs October Rain for the first time

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Morning News with Asmi 14 Oct '24

OOPS I FORGOT TO MAKE A POST YESTERDAY AND SO I GUESS 13TH OCTOBER WILL REMAIN A MYSTERY FOREVER. AAAAAA. ANYWAY HI IT'S TECHNICALLY MORNING OF 15TH TODAY BUT IT'S TOO EARLY TO CARE IT'S 14TH IN TEXAS MMKAY.

1. HURRICANE UPDATE: PEOPLE ARE NOW SHIPPING THE TWO HURRICANES. THERE'S FANART BASED ON THE VAGUE FACE SHAPES THEY MADE?? EVERYTHING IS FINE.

2. I MANAGED TO SURVIVE A VERY SMALL BIT OF THE SPICIEST CHIP IN THE WORLD EVEN THOUGH MY FRIEND WHO LIKES SPICY FOOD ATE THE SAME SIZE TEENY BIT.

3. THE BIRD, REDDIT, FLEW BACK HOME TO ITS HUMANS ON SUNDAY?? ITS HUMANS WERE THE CONSTRUCTION WORKERS FOR THE PLOT NEXT DOOR? SO... THE BIRD JUST WANTED A GODDAMN NIGHT AWAY AS A HOLIDAY WHILE ITS HUMANS WERE SEARCHING FRANTICALLY FOR IT?? IM

4. MY FRIEND INTRODUCED ALIEN STAGE TO ME LAST NIGHT (YEAH THREE OF US JUST RANDOMLY HAD A SLEEPOVER ON A MONDAY EVENING ART SCHOOL IS FINE WE'RE FINE) AND AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH IVAN MY BELOVED AAAAAH SUA AAAAA MIZI (FOR OUR PRINTMAKING CLASS, THE FRIEND--THE SAME ONE WHO THOUGHT TUMBLR WAS DEAD--MADE FANART OF THEM) OH NAAAAAAY CLEMATISSS AAAA

5. NORTH KOREA IS ABOUT TO ATTACK SOUTH KOREA APPARENTLY?

6. SOMEONE NAMED DAVID ALABA HAD AN INJURY WHICH MIGHT AFFECT HIS CHANCES AS REAL MADRID. WHAT THE FUCK IS REAL MADRID? FOOTBALL? CAR RACING? BASKETBALL? YAHTZEE?

7. I FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO PLAY UNO AND I WON THE FIRST PROPER GAME I PLAYED AND IT WAS OF UNO FLIP IM A GENIUS

AND NOW FOR THE WEATHER AND I SWEAR I WILL NOT FORGET ANY CONTINENTS THIS TIME

1. Australia: Hot and stinky. Just like me. I didn't shower yesterday.

2. Asia: Wet. Water. Wet wet sploosh. But not the ao3 way.

3. North America: Hurricane gay porn season I guess.

4. South America: Cloudy with a chance of moqueca.

5. Antarctica: ...still green. I wonder why my brain said piss-coloured. Green isn't piss. I mean. Piss isn't green. It's too early for this.

6. Europe: COZ IT'S TOO COLD FOR YOU HERE AND NOW SO LET ME HOLD BOTH YOUR HANDS IN THE HOLES OF MY SWEATER

7. Africa: The sun peeks out uwu from clouds

AND THE ANSWERS TO SATURDAYS CROSSWORD:

1. Baby food that adults can be allergic to: Milk. Well. It's not an allergy, it's an intolerance. Which involves different biological processes and not being able to digest it rather than the body reacting to an allergen. Shhhh. I never claimed to be smart.

2. Makes shitty copper: El-Nair (thanks @arkytiorlecter for that wild ride)

3. A condition that causes strong reactions to panic and pain at certain sounds: Misophonia (ily mad thanks for educating me @falling-raine)

4. A decaying virtual room of insanity orgies from the 10's: Tumblr

5. With ____, anything is possible: BARBIE!

IM TOO LAZY TO MAKE A CROSSWORD SO INSTEAD HAVE THE LESBIANS I PAINTED FOR MY PRINT-MAKING (MY OC'S)

AND BANGALORE PALACE WHICH I VISITED ON SUNDAY:

I LOVE YOU FORGIVE ME FOR MY NEGLIGENCE HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/NIGHT MAGGOTS OF MINE

[the-catboy-minyan]

didnt know if to send it here or on your main, feel free to reply here, but i listened to hurricane/read some of the old october rain lyrics and yeah i agree its a good song, and pretty profound from a grief perspective, tho i understand the rejection of the old lyrics from the eurovision moderation team. yk. politics.

but oh my god that falseto she's a gorgeous singer. not to be a lesbian but holy fucking shit jesuws fucking christ holy fucgkin

aren't we all lesbians for Eden alskfjdkajshaudi

imo, every change they did to the original lyrics is an improvement, imo. the old lyrics were very blatantly about October 7 and antizionists' reactionary activism, and the changes improve the vibe from a reaction to hate to genuine grief, and also generally sound better.

[puppybytes]

It already feels like october

Puppybytes · del mar county fair 2008

because of cohost shutting down, I made a cover of this song: the lyrics were too fitting

lyrics in the readmore

never forgegg

Lyrics It already feels like October You said, "You go with the boys, I′ll go with the girls" I don't remember much, some colors and a mirror maze I think I figured out what it′s all for I got everything I wanted but I wanted more Take an eggbug, board a red-eye to steer your fate It's my bad, it's my bad, it′s my bad, don′t lie I'll pay it back, pay it back, pay it back sometime Don′t be mad, don't be mad, don′t be mad when I Apologize for the very next time It's my bad, it′s my bad, it's my bad, don't lie I′ll pay it back, pay it back, pay it back sometime Can′t relax, can't relax, I′m not built like you You wouldn't let it eat you wholе You wouldn′t let it eat you wholе You wouldn't let it eat you wholе You wouldn′t let it eat you wholе It's my bad, it's my bad, it′s my bad, don′t lie I'll pay it back, pay it back, pay it back sometime Don′t be mad, don't be mad, don′t be mad when I Apologize for the very next time It's my bad, it′s my bad, it's my bad, don't lie I′ll pay it back, pay it back, pay it back sometime Can′t relax, can't relax, I′m not built like you You wouldn't let it eat you wholе You wouldn′t let it eat you wholе You wouldn't let it eat you wholе You wouldn′t let it eat you wholе (It's the new wave of the future!) (Best friend ever, haha) swan, swan Where's this going? Love me in the rain We′ll kiss through cellophane Last week, thought I changed Your face: hurricane I′m anxious to meet ya Last time caused a scene I shouldn't freeze again Maxwell can sing this So fucking well I cannot cover This part at all Blame me once, blame me twice, yeah Out of my, out of my care Meaningful, everything Meaningful, everything You just want what I can′t have You just want what I can't bear Beautiful, everything Beautiful, everything Out of my, out of my hair Waiting all, waiting all year Should I have to go give up? 'Cause you can′t see me in your life Throw me in a daze ′Cause I'm not feeling okay You don′t like how I move You don't want me to stay (You wouldn′t let it eat you whole) You wouldn't let it eat you whole You wouldn′t let it eat you whole You wouldn't let it eat you whole I had a bad day That's not a stranger to you You cried last night (You wouldn′t let it eat you whole) I don′t have nothing to prove It wouldn't work well I wouldn′t know what to do I couldn't know what to do I never know what to do Breaking and breaking and breaking again Why would you do that? Go sleep with my friend Make most of youth but sometimes it don′t bend Why'd you pretend? Breaking on broken glass It is all I can see (Ahh) I′m faking, I'm faking, I'm faking It′s all that I... Need Never forgegg (...ha)

[skiplo-wave]

Just when I thought the hurricane was almost over, I remembered that in two days time from now on the 29th we are getting a second moon. On top of that, my niece called me this morning. She was so upset because she had a nightmare last night. They was learning about the second moon in school the other day. I am sure this is what triggered it. But she had a nightmare last night that the second moon kept getting bigger and bigger until it eclipsed the sun. We had many days of darkness in October. Halloween ended up being canceled she said. And she said eventually the second moon broke up into a million pieces and it started raining fire on earth.

I told her it was okay and just a dream. But tbh... That kinda fucking scared me when she was telling me about that.

🙃

[a-moment-captured]

please stay safe and update us tomorrow! All that rain is no fucking joke!

I will! Yeah the rain is what worries me. Almost a foot of rain in my area and it’s even higher near coastal areas. When it comes to rain and flooding, I take every warning serious! Just a few years ago so many in my town had to be evacuated in the middle of the night due to flash flooding due to a hurricane.

We are long overdue for a hurricane and even this being a tropical storm, it’s so much in a short time frame. I have a feeling late September and October will be interesting for hurricane season in the south this year.

[valleyfthdolls]

📚📖🍬 :3

📚- how much book lore do you intertwine with the games?

I do this pretty minimally. I personally don't think there's a lot of reason to believe it all takes place in the same world. I think of it like how the movie is to the novel trilogy, in a way. A lot of the same events happening, but in different ways. Kinda doomed time loop coded in that way. It's always doomed to happen like this no matter what kinda deal.

All that to say, I think of each continuity as its own self-contained story, but I LOVE to draw parallels. "Eleanor is the springlock suit in SL" theory my beloved... bc that makes Eleanor Scrap Baby who is the most messed up and deranged and desperate Baby... "Mike in You're The Band is Fazbear Frights's Michael Afton theory" my beloved... robot Charlie as a stand-in of sorts for The Puppet my beloved... you get what I mean. It's all different versions of the same tragedy to me

📖- what's the general timeline?

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooookay. Sometime in the 70s- Fredbear's Family Diner opens. They create those fancy ass springlock suits and whatnot. October of 1982- Afton parents split up. William is volatile, abusive, and potentially alcoholic, and Wifey Afton (as my friend Max once called her) can't handle it anymore. William potentially kills Wifey and buries her in the woods. Halloween of 1982- Party at Fredbear's Family Diner. Henry drops off Charlie and comes back later to work, wearing the Fredbear suit. Doesn't see when Charlie is locked outside in the rain. Doesn't see when William kills her. Fredbear's closes. This is also where Midnight Motorist happens- Cassidy locks himself in his room, breaks his window and runs off. Later in 1982- Fredbear's reopens. With it, a sister location is being planned- Circus Baby's Pizza World, where the animatronics have an AI that can learn from watching and mimicking others' behaviors. This AI is probably powered by remnant, so it's in its early stages atp. William has some goddamn questions about how Charlie is possessing the Puppet and wants to recreate those results. Fredbear's goes forth without issue, but Henry refuses to let them scrap the Puppet because he's attached to it as a proxy of Charlie. April of 1983- Circus Baby's opens. Elizabeth dies, Circus Baby's closes. Cassidy was a witness to Elizabeth's death, but because his story is that she got eaten by a giant robot, no one takes him seriously. June of 1983- Bite of 83 and FNAF 4. Cassidy's body is kept in a box, then taken to Fredbear's and put inside the animatronic as a sort of last-ditch attempt to "put him back together". It works and William is like HOOOLY SHIT as he realizes he doesn't even need these super controlled experiments to get this result. He just needs these fucking kids to be in pain and miserable and then he kills them. Fredbear's closes, but the Freddy Fazbear chain opens. Afton family (Mike and William) relocate to Hurricane, the nearest Fazbear establishment. The Puppet is refurbished and repurposed. The Mimic AI is used in Fredbear and Spring Bonnie to mimic the performers so kids can't tell when someone is or isn't in costume. 1984-1985- Susie's dog is run over, maybe by Afton. Susie is murdered. Jeremy, Grabriel and Fritz are murdered. Charlie tries to stop Afton and fails. Probably doesn't happen all at the same establishment, but the possessed animatronics are mostly kept together. The Freddy's in Hurricane closes. 1987- Another Freddy's opens. Somewhere between 1985 and now, Henry commits suicide and William goes into hiding. November 13, 1987- Bite of '87. A police investigation determines no wrongdoing on the company's part, and all charges are dropped. The establishment remains open. Slowly, it downsizes due to budget issues. 1990- 7 years after Elizabeth's disappearance with no leads, she's declared dead. William reappears to Michael specifically and tells him to go put Elizabeth back together and make sure she's working right. Michael gets scooped, survives. Becomes aware of what's happening in the establishments and what his father did.

1993- FNAF 1. Afton gets springlocked, Michael comes in contact with Cassidy through the logbook. Somewhere in the 2000s-2010s- Fazbear Ent. files for bankruptcy. Privately, they hire a game dev to make a series of short games about the "rumors" of the missing children. Other things that happen between 1993 and FNAF 3: Baby gets kicked from Ennard, remakes her body, it's possible that the missing children end up possessing Ennard/Molten Freddy based on the evidence that implies They're In There but I have no idea how they would get in there Anywhere between 2015 and 2023- Fazbear's Fright opens based on these same rumors. Has arcade versions of the games. Michael becomes a nightguard. Uses the games to free the children and sets that shit on fire. Later that year, Henry (probably a ghost or something) brings all the animatronics together. Burns that shit down, killing all of them. Late 2020s- Fazbear Ent. rebuilds. Creates more stupid pizzeria chains and a VR game compiling all of the games from the 2000s-2010s. When creating the game, Spring Bonnie's Mimic AI is used and it creates Glitchtrap. The Pizzaplex begins creation. Early 2030s- Pizzaplex opens. Vanny becomes taken over. Kills off the therapists, infiltrates the system, and gets the animatronics to mimic the original Mimic. Only Glamrock Freddy avoids this. Several Pizzaplex employees are killed, including Cassie's father. 2035- Gregory escapes the Pizzaplex and frees Vanessa. They lock the Mimic inside the bottom of the Pizzaplex. It then manages to lure Cassie down there.

🍬- random headcanon of your choice

I saw someone talking about how Cassidy could've been considered "missing" even after the bite. their theory was something along the lines of if Cassidy was comatose and dying in his own home, which FNAF 4's dreams could totally support, and then when he died William brought him back to the pizzeria and put him inside Fredbear, well, obviously everyone would know William had taken the body and done something with it. But if he'd actually worn the Spring Bonnie suit while taking Cassidy (who people might not have known had died already as it was happening within the Afton house), then the identity of this person who abducted the founder's poor dying son from his own home would be unknown, and surely it wouldn't be Afton, because why would he put himself through that grief. When the founder's son, the victim of the tragic bite of '83 was one of the abducted children, it essentially cleared Afton of suspicion, because again, why would he put himself through that? I didn't explain it well, but it explains how Cassidy would end up in the Fredbear suit (if he's literally in there, which I've seen debated but I think is probable), how William avoids suspicion, and why Cassidy may be considered a missing child.

However, I do also like the theory that Charlie is the fifth missing child bc of the way she's always shown aligned with the missing children in a way Cassidy isn't.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

@trans4transbian I don't know it will help you to hear how some folks are wrestling with these thoughts/questions themselves, but figured I'd offer mine in case.

For a variety of reasons, I will be Literally Unable to vote this year. I've been trying really hard to get that addressed, but the amount of money I'd have to spend just to get my documentation up to snuff, let alone the time to submit and follow up on those applications has been proving not just difficult but impossible for me to overcome. I still have October to figure something out because I live in a same-day registration state, but I'm not really optimistic.

So! What's a "literally been campaigning for democrats longer than I could walk and has never not voted in their adult life" non-voter to do?

I started by calling my local Democratic Party chapter and asking them who was coordinating in-person canvassing shifts. When the answer was.....less than acceptable ["oh the national level is handling that." Me: are you sure about that because when I called THEM, they told me YOU were handling it. ".....well we don't have anyone trained on votebuilder yet...." me: it's AUGUST why the FUCK no....never mind I'm doing this now.] I started talking to other coordinators and volunteers about getting a boogie on that.

I've also been emailing my representatives to the point that I stopped getting replies from staffers and now they talk to me directly [I like to believe this is because they fear my detailed source citations].

Outside of the election itself though, there's still a lot that needs doing. My wife and I have been noting and sharing sightings of white supremacist gatherings [both formal and spontaneous] in the region for both the sake of other marginalized people trying to avoid runins, and the sake of local activists arranging counter meetups as needed.

I've also been restoring the land I live on to reduce the impact of climate-change related weather disasters on residents. Managing floodwater pathways, cultivating rain gardens, restoring local wetland and riparian zones to reduce the scale of regional flooding, etc. I do this at my own expense (tho now that they know me the local nurseries will sometimes give me their less sellable plantings for free when I come in to make purchases and I love them for that, they gave me a weeping willow 3 feet taller than I am for $20 because I came in asking about creek-side trees and they got SO excited for my project that they weren't willing to let me leave without it even tho I didn't have the money for it's pricetag). I really expected it to be more expensive than it has been tho. Plants come cheap and seeds come cheaper when people realize what you're doing and you start making connections. Hell, even the local agricultural research center sends me 3 packets of free native edible plant seeds every spring and fall! It makes a much bigger difference than you'd think, and despite how violently the hurricane winds touched down for us this past month (and boy howdy did they) we only lost one tree, and nothing flooded, not even the *literal* floodplane we live on.

My plan, once the land starts to stabilize and produce crop, is to build a little farm stand at the entry to the neighborhood. It's right off the freeway, which means tons of people will pass it every day on their commute and be able to stop if they want. And the neighborhood is a web of interconnected dead ends and loops, so that means all of us residents will also be driving by it on our way home. I can stock it with eggs, squash, cardoons, edible wild flower bundles, dried herbs, stone fruit, etc, and install on of those little "take what you need leave what you can" drop boxes for anyone who wants to leave money in exchange for what they take. The more my restoration progresses, the better I can stock the stand.

More than anything else though, I've started meeting my neighbors and talking to them about what we think of our home, the things we need that get overlooked, and the ways our represemtatives have been selling us out to land developers, corporations, and hedge funds. I sympathize, I share my own concerns, and I agitate for us to DO something about it all. Sometimes I bring little baskets of goodies from the garden or my craft bin. Sometimes I make my way to houses I know have children, elderly folks, people living alone, disabled folks, etc during utikity outages to see if they need anything (batteries, torches/candles, food that doesn't need cooking or refridgerating, medicine storage, all that jazz). Once I had just finished running up and down the street hollering for the dogs who I thought had accidentally been let out of the yard, so after I found them sitting happily on the deck like they hadn't just scared me half to death, I took another walk through the neighborhood to thank everyone who stopped and helped or asked if I was okay or whatever.

The problem, I find, with asking "but then what do I do???" Is that it assumes there's a specific answer that's a universal fit for "meeting my moral expectations of self under concerning socio-political circumstances" when there just isn't.

I won't be able to vote this year. And given the reasons for that and the political context of those reasons, there is a solid chance that 2022 was my last chance to vote ever. But that really doesn't matter. I mean in the grand scheme of things of course it matters that I and so many others functionally cannot vote, but for the purposes of how I decide my actions? Literally couldn't matter less. To know what needs doing, you need to be in complex and consistent conversation with the communities you are attempting to work within. You need to actually know (not just assume or decide on others' behalves) what their concerns actually are, and what kinds of barriers are going to show up as you explore solutions. You need to be willing and able to focus on empowerment, autonomy, and interdependence, even when people do things with that you wish they wouldn't. And you need to be willing to stop looking at political actions through the lens of "which person who is not me can I trust to act on my behalf without sacrificing more than I can afford" but rather through the lens of "what do I want done in my name, and what pieces of that process am I willing and able to commit my time/energy/resources to?"

I think it's important when people vote. I think voting serves specific and valuable functions that are not always served by other methods. I also think that voting is not actually DOING anything. We treat it like it is, because we feel like we NEED to be DOING something and we know good and goddamned well that for most of us the things that need doing (giving money, protesting, weapons supply chain disruption, community organization, etc) are INTENSELY costly to us. We may not actually be able to do much of it if any and that often leaves us feeling helpless and trapped. But voting is explicitly not DOING anything yourself. It is simply the naming of a person to Do In Your Name. And like. There are a lot of needs that simply can never be met by delegating it to a public servant.

So. Vote. Don't vote. Vote for Harris. Vote third party. Do whatever you need to do to put your conscience on paper at the ballot box.

But stop treating your vote like an action and start thinking of it as buying a service that will perform an action on your behalf. That's the first step to even being able to see the asks your community might already be making of you.

I'm to the point where if I hear you're endorsing/voting for Kamala Harris and you're publicly getting mad at people for not voting for her, I'm not even going to listen what you have to say, you've made it clear you have to strong principles to guide your decisions beyond "what's worse for me personally?" I think Harris voters have no actual ideologies to live by, despite claiming they do, and I fundamentally don't respect them for it. It's one thing to be angry at people who won't vote for Harris, but it's another thing to pretend you're doing it because you have some sort of moral authority and not basing it off pure selfishness. You think that solidarity is posting about things and that's it. You refuse to make yourself uncomfortable, even momentarily. And you get mad at people who are willing to go through discomfort for the sake of others. You call them names, ans claim that THEY are the selfish ones in this scenario. You've given up on making a change in the world for the better, or maybe you were never interested in it. All of your arguments pale in comparison to reality, because Harris is actively funding a genocide. She has even refused to acknowledge a reality in which she does not fund that genocide. Has made such a thing clearer and clearer. All my problems here in the imperial core are secondary to that. I'm about to go through multiple personal issues that are made increasingly hard by political factors and I still think that's nothing in comparison to what Palestinians and Lebanese are going through overseas. You've placed yourselves as the ultimate victims in the world and to me it's laughable and completely out of touch with just how fucked everyone else is because of the imperial beast that is Amerikkka. And speak nothing of the way the victims of Amerikkkan imperialism on Turtle Island bear the brunt of societies' woes for your personal comfort and refusal to make any meaningful change. Not ev baby steps! You think trump is an accidental anomaly and not a product of a larger issue within white amerikkkan politics. Is it not shocking to you that so many people here are voting for trump so enthusiastically?

Seeing things like the weaponization of personal identity, like "Muslims for Harris," used so plainly is an insult to the ideas of internationalism that you all claim to follow. What use is solidarity with the victims of imperialism if you refuse to acknowledge the entirety of the imperial complex? That includes the democrats you hold so dear as well as the Republicans? What use is any of this if you only think for yourself?

You claim to be thinking of others, and that's why you vote for Harris... but what is so incomprehensible to me is the comfort in which you accept the inevitability of Palestinian deaths. Why are you so willing to accept that reality? Why are you comfortable with that reality? It shocks me and disgusts me in a way that I can not really describe. You lot argue and argue and argue, but in the end, the difference between you and me is that I refuse to engage in a reality where Palestinians must die in any case. You have yet to refuse that. In actuality, you all refuse the baby steps, the bare minimum, of refusal to engage in continuation of that reality. And because of that, I do not take you seriously, nor do I view you as being moral in your decision to sacrifice Palestinians.

[newjenns]

could you, as the local tumblr floridian, share your knowledge on hurricane season? as a European I'm so confused. Google says its from June to November but that's six months? Surely it can't be that long right??? and how exactly does it work? like, does it just mean that you have to be more wary of hurricanes during it or do people prepare for it or something? and how often do hurricanes actually happen during it? bc Google is confusing me even more when trying to look it up, half the answers are contradicting eachother and the other half are lawyers trying to advertise their storm damage insurance claims 😭 fuck capitalism

okay i can Try. fair warning i’ve only lived in florida for a little more than 2 years now. so for me i’ve only actually experienced real serious hurricanes in like late august september october MAYBE early november and you get maybe One Big Storm that’ll last a few days to a week + a few minor storms that are also categorized as hurricanes bc of the wind and hurricane season in like june july early august is just like really humid tbh with a few minor storms (rain lightning thunder not really strong winds). and you do actually physically prepare for hurricanes like a few weeks ago my parents installed a generator which is pretty much all you can do + you watch the weather a lot more to find out when storms are happening so you can stock up on food, necessities, candles, flashlights that kind of stuff oh also depending on where you live people make arrangements to find other places to stay or evacuation plans, even if you won’t necessarily be ordered to evac. hurricane season is a lot worse in the carribean tbh bc the storms start in the ocean and make their way through the islands and up the coast but by the time they’ve reached the states they’ve lost some power, so like hurrican maria last year was what june ? it hit puerto rico really bad but in florida it was just regular storms so that’s why you’re getting some contradiction it depends on where you live

[redbunnydragon]

I want to tell you guys about the Morazan Rain Curse.

You see in my country, we have 3 national holidays in October, in the 03, 12 and 21 respectively, so the current president decided that he wanted another Semana-Santa/Easter-Holiday so people can go and spend their hard earned cash in tourism so now instead of having 3 separate days we just put them together Wednesday/Thursday/Friday in a single week.

Seems nice rigth? that week is choosed on the last days of September according to the weather forecast, so people can go to a sunny vacation in their second Semana Santa.

But here's the thing: October and November are in the rainy season (something like monsoonal rain season) and every single year since the Feriado Morazanico was insteated in 2015 it has rained. A lot. Evacuation raining levels. It dosent matter if they push it up to November (Like last year that it was set to November third, the day Hurricane Eta Arrived) or if they put it rigth at the start of October, (Like today where a tropical wave had a rapid intensification and suddenly came over the coast). It always rains hard on this holiday. 2 days ago was the end of summer. Just 2 days ago there was unsuitable heat and now is raining as hard as it can get.

Morazan Saw his name being used by the Narco-President and said: No, Fuck you, I don't support a tyrant, here is some rain. And that's cool.

[david-goldrock]

I think October rain is an almost ready version. "wet" is definitely not enough, mainly. but hurricane feels like the Disney version of "fuck the police" to me.

Now, THIS is how it should have been

October rain, performed by Eden Golan during a rally for the families of the hostages.

לא נשאר אוויר לנשום

אין מקום

אין אותי מיום ליום

כולם ילדים טובים אחד אחד

[floatyteabag]

Number two for Lams

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them:

When I joined the AmRev fandom last year (about... october)

My thoughts:

An absolute mess but I am HERE FOR IT. Also, it was 100% real and historians who say otherwise need to get a new job (no offence but it’s true)

What makes me happy about them:

They were able to find something sweet (if you can call it that) in a time of crisis

What makes me sad about them:

Wrong place, wrong time. Both were in poor scenarios and there was really no hope for them outside the war, even if John had survived.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

THE MOTHERFUCKING HURRICANE CHAPTER. IT IRRITATES ME SO MUCH.

the minute i read ‘and then the rain started. alex was typing at his computer, but did not panic until he heard the thunder’ i’m just like ‘oh ffs’ (no disrespect to authors you do you! i just see it everywhere a lot)

also. THE DESTRUCTION OF THEIR CHARACTER. i cannot stress enough how much i despise this. like they were REAL PEOPLE. do your RESEARCH. JOHN DID NOT SIT THERE AND SCREECH ABOUT TURTLES EVERY FIVE MINUTES.

Things I look for in fanfic:

Historical appearances. Historical accuracy. I also like it when the other aides are in it because of the bantering and the two of them shitting themselves about being found out because it’s so realistic.

My wishlist:

... if anyone knows what this is please let me know and i’ll update it!!

for now i shall put

Money

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Alexander and Eliza is super cute and I love it (except for when he cheated on her- that part i did not love) and alex did not deserve eliza but... arghhhh i love it!!

John.... not Martha. neither of them were happy. I think if John and Martha had never met and John was unwed and survived the war, he would have done everything he could in his power to remain unmarried. Which works for him, because then he’d practically live round alex’s house. but... eliza gets screwed over again so...

My happily ever after for them:

John survives the war and Alex doesn’t marry Eliza and they both stay happy little single people. Plus, they would 100% be politicians together and share a mutual hatred for Jefferson.

However, them being born 200-250 years later and living in modern society, they could be free and much happier.

(i am fully aware the lgbtq+ community is still not accepted in all corners of society (god knows fucking why. people just need to keep their negative opinions to themselves smh) but this is hypothetical)

thank you!!!! 💜💜💜💜

[shutupandshipit]

Friends in a Storm - Oneshot

Summary:  At the end of it all, the sky was always bluest after a storm.

.....

Or where Izuku is afraid of storms and Katsuki isn't.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T (just for language mostly)

Author’s Note: So, I recently went through the first hurricane of my life. Our good old Cat 2 Hurricane Sally. I'm wasn’t too far from where the eye hit, and we got a fair bit of damage done to us, but nothing too severe. It was really interesting. I don't normally get anxious during storm (I actually really love them, they make me feel alive), but there was a moment when I was anxiously staring out the window and just had the thought, "This would be a lot nicer if I had someone's hand to hold." That feeling is what spurned the birth of this fic.

I hope you guys like it even though it's just a piddly little one-shot. If not, I'll enjoy it enough for all of us.

Katsuki jumped as thunder rolled over the dorms. Immediately following, something slammed into the side, rattling the entire building. The first thought that sprang to mind was that someone wandering around outside had gotten thrown into their dorm, which he dismissed as ridiculous.

Snarling, he stalked to the balcony door, but simply glared at it. He couldn't see through the glass at the moment anyway.

The sky had been dark and threatening to crack apart for days before the wind finally kicked up. It had been more than a decade since Musutafu had gotten hit with a typhoon, not such a strong one at least. The city wasn't really prepared even though they had seen it brewing on the horizon. The city got hit regularly from May to October by tropical depressions and storms, but a Category 2 typhoon? Not so much. Most of their parents hadn't been through such a strong storm before.

Massive flooding and minor building damage had been predicted with possible power and water outages.

That Monday, they'd returned from lunch and immediately been dismissed back to the dorms with a blunt, “If there's something you can't live without for the next three days, get it now. You won't be able to go anywhere by tonight.” Then Aizawa left to go help the other teachers prepare the rest of the buildings and faculty living quarters.

No matter their differences, when class 3-A needed to come together, they did. All together, they fortified the dorm windows and doors with steel plates Yaoyorozu made. Those with more strength based quirks or with strength applications (Katsuki, Izuku, Kirishima, Sato, Shouji, and Tokoyami with Dark Shadow) heaved around the plates in teams of two. Uraraka and Sero worked together to lift the plates to the upper story windows and leverage them in place. Mineta made himself useful by plugging up any possible holes around the plates and helping them stick better. The others with bodies and quirks less suited to manual labor booked it to the store to stock up on water, candles, snacks and food that didn't have to be cooked or only needed hot water. When they returned, everyone created a line to stack sand bags around the first floor just in case they were unlucky enough to get flooded.

By the time they were done, the rain had begun to fall and wind ripped harshly at their clothing. Dorm 3-A had been transformed into a literal fortress. Nothing would be able to knock it down.

Except maybe a Cat 2 typhoon.

Again, something slammed into the dorms, right into the steel plate over his balcony door. Storms didn't make Katsuki nervous normally, but anxiety pooled in his stomach from the simple fact that he couldn't see what was going on outside. And if he was anxious, he knew there was a specific nerd probably pissing himself at the moment.

Huffing, Katsuki stalked to his door. Izuku had never liked storms as a kid, and still didn't like them now. He had walked in on Izuku with a blanket over his head, sobbing as he tried to lose himself in hero videos more times than he cared to remember. And those had been with minor storms. Something like this...

Another crash jolted him into action.

Ripping opening his bedroom door, he stalked through the halls. He wasn't sleeping anyway. He'd originally retired to his room because the rest of the class had insisted on having a storm party in the common room and they were bound to be loud as fuck. He'd been tired, but there was no reason to avoid them when he wouldn't be able to sleep with a stomach full of snakes. Or with the now blooming worry over how Izuku was handling it.

When he got to the common room, he had to take a moment to survey the absolute disaster scene that the space had become. Blankets were strung up from wall to wall, creating forts over the couches and tables. The center of the common room had become a tent city in just a few hours. Candles sat on every available surface, some already lit in anticipation of the power going out, some waiting patiently for their time to burn. Bowls of popcorn and cans of soda littered the area. Multiple rounds of Rummy, Poker and simpler card games were going on all at once. The television fizzed static, a beacon over them all.

Crouching beside Kirishima with a scowl, he cut his eyes over his classmates looking for green curls. There were none. There wasn't even a lump of blankets large enough to plausibly be the nerd.

“Where's Deku?” he growled, and Kirishima jerked towards him in surprise.

“Man, I didn't even realize you were there.” He sighed, pressing a hand to his chest. It took him a moment of steadying breaths to register the question. “Oh, Mido? I don't know. Said he was going to study or something. Right, Mina?” He elbowed Mina to get her attention.

The most annoying game of telephone ensued until, from across the fort, Ochako called, “He said he wasn't feeling well so he went upstairs to rest.”

“Idiot,” Katsuki scoffed and stood again. No one called after him as he walked back towards the stairs -no fucking way he was getting stuck in the elevators if the power went out-.

Izuku had no right to call Katsuki stubborn when his prideful ass couldn't even admit that he was scared to his friends. Not that Katsuki had any room to talk, but Izuku liked to pretend they weren't similar just as much as Katsuki did.

As soon as he stopped in front of Izuku's door, the lights flickered. A quiet whimper sounded in the room, and Katsuki huffed a sigh.

He and Izuku were what some would call friends now. Friends of a sort. Friends that sometimes did intimate things that 'just friends' weren't supposed to do. They still struggled every day with what had been happening between them for years. And they weren't the kind of friends who did the whole touchy feely comfort thing. Their form of comfort was argument, struggle, beating each other to a pulp. Still, Katsuki always found himself at Izuku's door when he knew the nerd was having a hard time, and vice versa. The only difference this time was that he couldn't just drag Izuku to the training fields for a sparring session.

Katsuki knocked lightly on the door so he wouldn't startle Izuku, but he heard a squeak anyway. “Deku, open the door.”

There was a scuffle from inside the room, and slowly, the door cracked for Izuku to peak out at him. Green eyes stared back, bloodshot and red rimmed. Nose just a cherry on his face. “Kacchan?”

“Let me in the room, nerd. You're just going to leave me out here?”

“N-no,” Izuku stammered before stepping back and opening the door enough for Katsuki to slip in. Rubbing at his arms through a hoodie that suspiciously looked like the one Katsuki thought he'd misplaced several weeks ago, he asked, “Do you need something?” He wouldn't lift his head, avoiding Katsuki's eyes as he shuffled back to his nest of a bed. The remnants of a cocoon was crumpled in the middle.

“No.” Katsuki leaned against Izuku's desk, watching as he clambered back onto his bed. “Came to check on you since you weren't downstairs.”

“I'm fine.” Mumbled absolutely unconvincingly under his breath.

“Sure you are, nerd. You're always peachy during a storm.” Overhead, the lights flickered as thunder rolled and the building shook. Off, on, off, on, off, on and off again. This time, they stayed off. A stifled whimper floated across the room towards Katsuki, only making his already clenching stomach clench harder. Rolling his eyes, he pushed away from the desk. “You're such a dirty liar, Deku.”

“Leave me alone, Kacchan,” Izuku sniffled.

Katsuki didn't move, but still said, “Fine. I'll just leave then.”

Thunder rolled. Wind howled. Something crashed against the steel plates outside on Deku's balcony, and then stayed to do it over and over again.

“Wait!” Deku shouted into the blackness around them. “I'm sorry. Don't leave. Please.”

Stepping to the bed, Katsuki sank a knee into the edge and grabbed the hand he could feel outstretched towards him. “I was only joking, dumbass, I'm not actually going anywhere. Chill.”

“How am I supposed to 'chill' when we could die tonight?” Izuku's breath was a rapid staccato of pants, fingers forming fists in the front of Katsuki's shirt. “Did you know that a typhoon is essentially just another name for a hurricane? They all do the same thing and are made the same way, but just develop in a different part of the world. They can dump more than twenty inches of rain. Storm serge can rise up to six feet. Not to mention the wind strength just for a Category 1. A Cat 2 can be upwards of-”

Katsuki gently placed his palm over Izuku's mouth, silencing him. He could see Izuku now, his eyes having adjusted to darkness. He could see the wideness of his eyes, whites more visible than usual and tears spilling over his lashes. An animal terrified. “Izuku,” he said sternly, but soft around the edges, “You're freaking out. You're going to pass out if you don't get your breathing under control. We're going to be fine. The dorms are made of pure concrete with a solid structure, and the typhoon isn't strong enough to even rip the roof off. Do you understand? This is just your fear talking. Are you going to let your fear control you?”

Prying Katsuki's fingers from his mouth, Izuku whispered, “Fear is a good thing. It keeps you alive.”

“Not right now. Fear is good in a battle. On the job as a hero. Right now, it's just driving you up a fucking wall.”

Katsuki equally was and wasn't expecting when Izuku pressed their mouths together. Izuku was breathless before the kiss, and he was only more breathless during the kiss as he tried to suck away Katsuki's breath instead. Their tongues moved slowly against each other, scorching hot and slick.

When Izuku pulled away again, he was still panting, but slower this time.

“What was that for?” Katsuki asked softly, carding his fingers through Izuku's messy curls with one hand and cupping the side of his neck with another. He'd been pulled further onto the bed while they kissed, and Izuku had found a home in his lap. He kissed several stray tears from Izuku's cheeks.

This was the intimate stuff Katsuki was talking about. The kisses. The softness of voices. Hands in hair and hands on skin. Falling into each other over and over again because they didn't know any better. Or maybe they did know better, and just didn't care to heed the warning.

“I needed to stop thinking.” Izuku's eyes were closed, his breathing slowing to something more normal. With legs on either side of Katsuki's waist, he cupped the hand on his neck with his own and leaned his forehead against Katsuki's collarbone. “And the only thing that makes me stop thinking better than fighting you is kissing you.”

“So you're just using me then, nerd?”

Izuku hummed a non-reply, leaning into Katsuki's warm hand.

“Well, that's fine.” Pressing his mouth into the top of Izuku's head, he whispered, “You can use me all you want, as much as you want. Anytime. Any place.”

“Pinky promise?”

“We're not five anymore. I'm not making a shitty pinky promise with you.”

Izuku laughed, and turned his lips back up for another kiss.

They fell into each other just like they always did, letting that all encompassing fire consume them from the inside out. Their classmates didn't understand them which was fine because they didn't understand themselves most of the time. They were the rise and fall of a stormy sea. The hungry flames of a forest fire. The raging winds and cutting rain of a typhoon.

But what people always forgot -and sometimes they forgot too- was that seas always calmed and rain dried up and wind slowed and fires ran out of kindling.

At the end of it all, the sky was always bluest after a storm.

…..

Katsuki hadn't expected them to fall asleep, all tangled up in each other, with the typhoon outside and what he would later come to find out was a piece of the gutter slapping against the steel plate. So, he definitely wasn't expecting to wake up to shuffling footsteps and weak candle light and giggling whispers.

With an arm over his eyes, he couldn't tell how many of his and Izuku's dumbass friends were in the room, but he knew it was too many. Just one of them would have been too many.

“Get the fuck out,” he growled lowly.

“Don't be like that, Kacchan,” Kaminari whispered jovially, “We just wanted to come check on you.”

“Well, you've done that. Now get the fuck out. Don't you have something better to do?”

“No, the storm is still going, power is still out and we got bored of games. You and Izuku weren't back, so we figured this would be a good alternative.” Mina's voice was chipper and far too loud for the bundle sleeping on Katsuki's arm.

He moved his arm just barely out of the way to glare at the assembled group; Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Kaminari, Shinsou, Jirou, Yaoyorozu, Ochako, Iida and lastly Todoroki. Half the fucking class was currently standing in Izuku's room like a bunch of dodos with a death wish.

Suddenly, Katsuki was very aware of his state of undress, and thankful Izuku hadn't hogged all of the sheets like he normally would. “Well, it was a terrible alternative. Find something else to go do before I blast every single one of you out into that storm to get thrown around.”

“Like a roller coaster. Sounds like fun,” Kirishima said, shit-eating grin plastered to his face. When Katsuki groaned, he laughed. Best friend that he was, he turned to herd the others out. “Okay, I think that's enough. Let them sleep or whatever it was they were doing. Who has whiteboard markers? Let's go play tic-tac-toe on the fridge.”

“We will absolutely not-”

Kirishima closed the door, silencing both the bereft groans of their classmates and Iida's reprimand.

Breath fluttered across the side of Katsuki's neck, closer than before, and he startled.

“Thanks for staying with me,” Izuku mumbled into his skin, closing the small distance between them. His eyes were still closed, voice soft with sleep. “You didn't have to. Storms are easier with another person though. I don't think they were meant to be gone through alone. Does that make sense?”

“Absolutely not.” Katsuki was lying, and Izuku knew as he huffed out a laugh.

“Can we go on a hike after this is done? The sky is always bluer after a storm.”

A butterfly fluttered against Katsuki's breastbone, just the lightest brush of wings, at his thoughts in Izuku's mouth. He hummed, an agreement to both the question and statement, and pulled Izuku flush against his body.

[midnightvoyager]

AT&T Blows

If you have to pick between AT&T internet and cans and string, get your fucking drill out to put that string in those cans.

I have been out of internet since Thursday the 17th of September after the hurricane. That sounds way bigger than it was because we weren't really in its path, just near enough to get cast-off. We had no damages and only rain, not even a flood. I didn't even hear any thunder. It was just fucking rain. And guess what, internet didn't go out during that! It happened to be out the next day, when the storm was quite over!

To begin with, they said they'd send a technician out Thursday the 24th to stare gormlessly at our fucking modem/router, maybe replace it, and go "Iunno, I guess it's a problem on our end" when everyone and their fucking grandmother knows the problem is on their end, their infrastructure is garbage and failing, their substations are shot, and their lines need replacing. After SEVERAL calls over several days, they finally go "oh yeah the problem seems to be on our end. They told us it would be back Thursday the 24th, but that obviously didn't work out. If this sounds like we should leave the service, yeah, but as I said, the alternative is cans and a string, which ARE looking tempting. We're on the list to be notified when Verizon gets 5G out here, but who knows when that will happen.

My dad isn't great at this kind of thing, he loses patience really fast and ends up letting it slide FOREVER, but let me paint you an image of our neighbor lady. She has three small children like 4-6 and two dogs. She has chickens and does a bunch of super impressive, complicated green constructions and projects with her husband, like this crazy cool garden setup that's self composting or something? I dunno, they build neat stuff. They hand-renovated my grandparents's old house, including learning new painting techniques for the bricks and shit, they've redone the drainage around the lake and driveways, they helped get our driveway regraded and resurfaced, they've absolutely transformed this entire area. What I'm saying is she has a lot of patience and she is industrious. She is also so nice that when she heard about a peacock who was getting bullied by the other peacocks in his coop(?), she adopted the poor bastard and found a nice peacock lady friend for him, and now they live happily with her chickens. She had no intention of ever getting peacocks. Lovely lady.

But apparently our extremely lovely, kind neighbor lady is an unholy terror when angered. Her kids have been doing online school because of covid, so imagine the fucking irritation of all of this. She has had to take her kids to school every day where they have a wireless bus so she can have them do their online schoolwork. She has been calling them incessantly and tearing them a new one, but news from her end has been quiet since they said they'd get it back up Thursday. Monday the 28th, she managed to get to someone high up in AT&T who said a line needs replacing (WE KNOW) and gave her a number and PIN to call with if it wasn't back 4:00 Thursday October the 1st (so TWO WEEKS from the outage start). He also mentioned there are "at least" an estimated 36 houses affected by this, and are you shitting me?? My dad has a business line too, so they just really don't give a single shit.

But the real kicker: She was quiet about it until then for a reason. Turns out my neighbor lady knows someone even higher up in Charter and is well on her way to brokering a fucking deal somehow to get cable out here. I thought Hell would freeze over before they even considered running it out here for less than four figures, but she's icing the devil's balls as we speak. They're considering resurveying the place and moving the coverage lines, or at least cutting the price down by at least $5k, and they're considering it seriously enough to take the time and call everyone who lives down here and send people out to have a look. Everyone who lives near me has got together and said we're fucking doing it even if it's just discounted if it's at least cheap enough that we can all pitch in and manage it.

UPDATE: Guess what wasn't working at 4! They amended it to "we have no idea when you will have internet back because we can't find a part we need." I ordered a wireless dongle so I can at least connect to Dad's wifi hotspot and get a little internet. Charter's coming to have a look Monday or Tuesday. I am serious when I say we might swap to Charter before we ever get our AT&T internet back.

UPDATE 2: They only just called to say they ordered the part from China and the internet will be back Monday

[dearophelia]

Lol duh. Gonna ask about Dropsonde.

I adore you. I’m gonna answer them all because I’m that person. Also includes 6-8 for @swaps55! Thank you both!! [dropsonde (singers in a lower choir remix)]

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

For the original? I think it was a half-baked scene that came to me while I was on vacation in Florida. I remember scribbling it down in a notebook and then going to town when I got back home. I threw a bunch of time-skips in there because, frankly, I didn’t want to write small children. I do not blame 2007 Sara for this. She was a wise human.

For the revamp? A cascading domino effect started in last October and resulted in my mental health going entirely sideways for eight solid months. Literally nothing was working to screw my head on straight again: not meds, not therapy, not yoga, not getting my sleep and food under control, literally nothing. I think it was around early June when I realized the hallucinations weren’t going away this time (and perhaps had never really left) and I hit the end of my rope. Luckily, my great pal Aly texted me out of the blue with the fact that she’d fallen face-first back down a Grey’s black hole. We got to talking about our various fics we’d both written, how nostalgic we were for them, and I re-opened the OneNote notebook I had for this. Started writing, didn’t look back.

I'm not gonna say that I’m stable again as a result (I’m really not), but I’ve written like 30k words in the last three weeks, which is the most I’ve written since August of last year, and it’s something to do and think about that isn’t pure doom and panic. It makes me happy, and makes me happy in a way that doesn’t include caveats or exceptions; there’s nothing else in my life right now that’s just happy. It’s helping.

2: What scene did you first put down?

For the original, it was the one at the beginning of (the original) chapter 2, where Addison’s finishing up Goodnight Moon for the nine-hundredth time. For the remix, it was the actual opener: where Addison finds someone else’s shoes in her apartment.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

Later, when the snow has turned into rain and they've even managed a round three, Addison curls up against his chest, tangling their legs together. She smiles. She'd been using dead reckoning to make it out of her storms her entire life. Now she has a lighthouse.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

"Your storm is a natural disaster. It's chaotic and wild and unpredictable and often the only thing I can do is hang on. But that storm brought me you. That storm brought me love and a future I didn't see a path to." His fingers coast across her bare shoulders, mapping constellations out of freckles. "And if I'm the lighthouse in your storm, then I promise you to stay standing and lit, because I need you to know the way home from your storm, Ads. To me."

5: What part was hardest to write?

I remember the original sort of effortlessly flying out of my fingertips. What’s been challenging about the rewrite is filling in all the little gaps the original left; writing the spaces between the facts. Don’t get me wrong - that has been fun as hell, but also challenging because I have to remember the voices of these characters I haven’t checked in on in over a decade.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

IT’S MY WARM COMFY BLANKET UNIVERSE. It also...it does not have a plot. There are pieces of plot to it, but there’s not an overarching plot or anything. It’s not a mission, it’s not a rescue, it’s not anything that has plot-based structure. It’s just life. I hate plot, I hate it, it’s the worst. This lets me write shit in a world I like and not care about what happens next because life just be like that sometimes.

7: Where did the title come from?

2007 Sara was an idiot and really liked formatting her chaptered fics by snagging an album and making each chapter title a track on the album. Even if the album didn’t remotely fit (even better if it didn’t, because she thought she was such a musical snob. she was not. she was full of crap). “dropsonde” is an album by the trance group Biosphere (and I hate it. I think I hated it back then, too). It’s also a hurricane tracking tool. So that’s a weird legacy to have to work with.

The revamp’s remix title comes from Leonard Cohen, because 2020 Sara is a pretentious asshole and owning it. Book of Mercy 1: In a transition so delicate it cannot be marked, the court is established on beams of golden symmetry, and once again I am a singer in the lower choirs, born fifty years ago to raise my voice this high and no higher.

That line gives me so much life and hope: I don’t have to try to sing higher. I don’t have to reach for other octaves, I don’t have to try to shove myself into a space that isn’t Sara-shaped, and in fact I should not. Because I was born to sing in this Sara-shaped choir and it would be insulting to myself and to the creators to insinuate that this Sara-shaped choir was not made for me. The space you inhabit is holy because it is yours. As much a reminder for me as it is for the characters.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

I don’t think I grabbed anything from actual reality? I may have. Especially in the original prequel/second part/whatever we’re calling Shenzhou, when I was grasping at straws for ideas and wrote a few really random scenes just to fill up space.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Not of the fic itself, but this Rachel Montgomery is definitely the same Rachel Montgomery in gonna set your flag on fire. 

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Because it was 2007, I was writing fic instead of doing homework, and Addison/Alex was very much about to become a thing after being teased for a whole fucking season. Missed opportunities: the goddamn ship. I’m still mad.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

It’s fun. It makes me happy. And I don’t care about what anyone thinks about it - there are no expectations, I’m not trying to live up to “oh god I hope it’s good enough for so-and-so” (which, yknow, is bullshit anyway, but is how my brain was working on gonna set your flag on fire). It’s completely free from strings. So I can do what I want. Who cares. 

12: What do you like least about this fic?

It’s real fuckin’ long and I’m real fuckin’ long-winded. I’m about 30k in and Rachel’s not even one yet. Hot yikes.

But, on the plus side, as part of the “who gives a shit, do what you want” mentality, I’ve broken out of the “oh god I have to write the other side of this, I have to keep x topic going.” No, no I really don’t. It’s an Addison story, it’s always been an Addison story, I just didn’t realize that 13 years ago. It’s an Addison story and everyone else is window dressing that can come and go as the sun requires it.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

oh boy, here have an eight-hour playlist

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

plot is overrated. write what you want.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

I learned how much I’ve improved as a writer in 13 years. Part of this experiment was to shut down the “you’re not a good writer, you suck, no one likes you, everyone’s just tolerating you” voice that has plagued me for my entire life and got a lot louder at the end of last year because of Reasons. That voice is still trying really hard, but it doesn’t have much of a leg to stand on when I can point to a scene I wrote in 2007 and then the exact same scene written in 2020 and see just how much better it is now.