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[lilolilyr]

Tagged ages ago by I don't know who for Ao3 stats!

How many fandoms have you written for?

Uuh. Um. So many that it only barely fits in two screenshots even on my new bigger phone? XD

I'm on 517 fics btw, 526 counting stuff that's been posted on anon (you can find that number if you're member of a collection and click 'people' on said collection)

What's your favorite fic on your Ao3?

Would still have to be my Andromaquynh longfic In Your Stead <3 though I'm currently working on a Mirandy podfic project that might take its place! Still, not my own fic, but I already love the voice acting I get to do there :)

Have you posted elsewhere? If yes, which of those fics is your favorite?

Uhh most is cross-posted to Ao3 anyway? I think some ficlets on @floreleine might not be... (Btw if you haven't yet, watch Gunpowder Milkshake it's awesome!)

How many bookmarks do you have on Ao3?

1574 bookmarks! Lots of them probably on private tho, check out my account and tell me how many you see there, I'm too lazy to log off and in again xD I tend to bookmark as, well, actual page marker bookmarks as well as use it as a 'read later' function as well as marking fics I've already read and writing me notes on what I liked or didn't like about them or whether they might be triggering for me in ways not tagged, warning me to only re-read with with caution, that kind of thing... I also bookmark a lot of external works so I have them saved all in one place, bc while I have a livejournal and I think also ffnet account I don't rly use them and I wouldn't even know how to bookmark stuff there...

Plus as recommendations for others! I love the rec function, I've got 175 public recs at the moment, so check it out if you're looking for new reading material :)

...so all in all, my bookmarks are steadily growing xD

How many unread comments do you have?

253 🙈🙈🙈 I'm sorryy!!! In my defence there are always some where I'm like 'ill reply when the sequel's up' and then I never write that xD probably half are still unread bc of that... Rest is some I just love looking at, some so long I love getting them but I don't have the energy to respond in kind and feel like just replying 'thanks' would be cheap idk, and some recent ones just uhh laziness

(they're of course all read though!!! It's just the function called unread bc they're unanswered and I haven't marked them read without answering, I only do that for replies, but I have read every single one <3 thank you commenters I love you!)

Any subscriptions?

6 pages full of author and series subs from way back 2014-2016 🙈 I'm not doing it anymore and I'm Trying to get rid of them but it's so much work adsfghjkl (I still want to keep them somewhere so I click the series/a fic of the author and bookmark it with the tag 'subscription tag' to know I formerly had subscribed/would have subscribed if I still used that function - I just want to get rid of the email spam because that damn thing already completely murdered one email address, and I've switched my ao3 account to another email and that's slowly dying as well now lmfao and I Never check those emails I just check my bookmarks anyway so it's all very useless to me)

Any favorite tags?

I clicked favorite on a bunch of ship tags, whenever I was reading basically just that one ship and wanted it close on hand I added one and never removed them, they're McDanno, Milippa Prime, ClintCoulson, Ineffable Spouses and Andromaquynh

@poemsingreenink @glassbearclock @falyakonmp3 @incloudines @kla1991 @viharistenno @pers-books @xvnot15 @kaorimaxwell-blog @startrekgeorgiouery @danisnotmyname @lavendelhummel & any other mutuals and friends, feel free to do this if you want to, and you can also have a look at the other tagging memes I did lately, feel tagged in any you want to do!

Questions for easy copying: How many fandoms have you written for? What's your favorite fic on your Ao3? Have you posted elsewhere?If yes, which of those fics is your favorite? How many bookmarks do you have on Ao3? How many unread comments do you have? Any subscriptions? Any favorite tags?

[thelastspeecher]

NaNoWriMo ‘17 Day 9 - Big News

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Summary: Angie and Stan pick Molly up from school.  [Big Sis AU] Word count: 1221

               Stan hummed to himself as he sat on the floor by the front door, getting ready to leave.  “Stan?” Angie said hesitantly.  Stan looked up.

               “Oh, hey babe.  I was just about to go pick Molly up from school.  You wanna come with?” Stan asked, pulling on one of his shoes. Angie sat next to him on the floor.

               “I- there’s somethin’ I have to tell ya,” she whispered.  Stan frowned.

               “You all right?”

               “I’m pregnant,” Angie blurted out.  Stan stared at her.  “I- we were so careful, but my fam’ly, y’know, there’s- there’s a reason I have five siblin’s, and my pa has six.  The McGuckets are- well, we’re pretty fertile.”  She looked down at her hands.  “So…”

               “You’re pregnant?” Stan said.  Angie nodded.  “Holy shit.”

               “I’m so sorry.  This is gonna make things difficult, and-”

               “Babe, it takes two to tango.”

               “Yes, but-”

               “The only thing I’m worried about is your folks killing me for knocking up their unmarried youngest daughter.”  Stan took one of Angie’s hands.  “You’re really pregnant?”

               “That’s why I went to the doctor yesterday.  Fer confirmation.”

               “Damn.”  Stan let out a low sigh.  “Maybe this time around, I won’t steal so much of the baby supplies.”

               “I know that raisin’ Molly on yer own wasn’t easy,” Angie said in a low voice.  

               “Yeah, but you’re not gonna ditch me like Carla did.  I mean, if you even tried to do that, your folks would drag you back to me kicking and screaming.”

               “I wouldn’t do that.”

               “I know.”

               “Yer not mad?”

               “Ang, we’re gonna have a baby.  Hell, I should thank you.”

               “This is goin’ to make things difficult.  My parents haven’t even met you yet.”

               “Yeah, that’s gonna be brutal.”  Stan scratched his head idly.  “And kids tend to take a bite out of the old finances.  Well, when you pay for baby supplies, they do.”  Angie frowned at him.  “Which I’m gonna do this time.”

               “Yer not panickin’.  Why not?”

               “Hell if I know,” Stan said with a shrug.  “Maybe ‘cause I’ve done this before.”  Angie smiled weakly.

               “That makes one of us.”

               “Hey, it’ll work out.  I mean, look at Molly.  I raised her on my own, most of the time in a car, and she’s great!”  Stan’s eyes widened.  “Shit!  I gotta go pick her up.”

               “I’ll come with,” Angie said, putting on a pair of shoes.  She stood up, then offered a hand to Stan.  He shook his head.

               “Nah, don’t pull me up.  You’ll strain yourself.”

               “Stanley, I’ve been shovelin’ horse manure, balin’ hay, and hiking through difficult terrain my entire life.  Ya don’t need to worry ‘bout me strainin’ myself.”

               “You’re pregnant,” Stan reminded her, standing up.  Angie scowled.

               “Yes.  A whole six weeks.  Only difference is that I’m just a bit nauseous and fairly hungry.  Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass,” she said firmly.  Stan grabbed his keys from the hook.  

               “No dice, babe.  I know what the doctor said when Carla was pregnant with Molly.  The first twelve weeks are the most dangerous.  Those are the highest risk of miscarriage,” he said. He patted his pockets, realized his keys were in his hand, then opened the door.  “Dammit, it’s raining.  Grab a jacket or umbrella or somethin’.”

               “I’ll be fine.”

               “Nope.”  Stan marched down the hall.  “What if you get sick?”

               “I can’t decide whether I prefer this over what I expected, which was panic,” Angie called after him.  “That’s what I get fer thinkin’ an experienced dad would make it easier.”

               “Like I’d make anything easy,” Stan shouted.

               “Yes, that’s definitely somethin’ yer pregnant girlfriend wants to hear.”

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               The Stanleymobile pulled up in front of the school.

               “You’ll have to stop handling your reptiles, since they can have diseases on their skin,” Stan said.  

               “They’re amphibians, and how do you know that?” Angie asked, leaning against the window.  She idly traced the raindrops running down the glass.  

               “I do listen…sometimes,” Stan replied. Angie rolled her eyes, but made a small smile.  “We’ll have to go get a crib, and a rocking chair.  We’ll just turn the spare room into the nursery.  It’s the easiest thing to do.”

               “Stanley, darlin’, please stop,” Angie begged.  “I love ya, and I’m so happy yer excited about this, but let me take a breath! Yer actin’ like Fidds gets when he’s worked up.”

               “No need to insult me like that.”  The back door opened and closed.  “I thought you’d appreciate me being prepared and making plans.”

               “Yes, I do, hon, I really do,” Angie said.  She groaned.  “But this is too much, too fast!  I found out fer certain I’m pregnant yesterday.  We have time fer preparations and plans!  Eight whole months!”

               “What?!” Molly shouted from the back seat.  Angie froze.  “Mom, you’re pregnant?!”

               “I didn’t hear ya come in, honey-bun,” Angie mumbled weakly.  “I was too busy bickerin’ with yer father.”

               “Dad, is this true?” Molly demanded.  Stan nodded.

               “Yep.”

               “Whoa.”  Molly leaned back.  “That’s kinda weird.  I mean, there’s usually not such a big gap between kids, right?”

               “Ah, well,” Angie stammered.  “Things- things happen.  Ya can’t always control ‘em.”

               “Especially when you have a big family,” Molly said.  Angie frowned at her stepdaughter.  “Mom, I’m ten.  Not stupid. I know how genetics work.  You’ve got all those siblings.  And doesn’t your dad have a bunch of siblings, too?”

               “Yes, Pa has six siblin’s,” Angie said.  Stan took the car out of park and drove away from the school. Angie groaned.  “Good Lord, Pa.”  She put her head in her hands.  “Tellin’ him is goin’ to be rough.  He’s been sayin’ he wants to meet you and yer father.”

               “Two birds with one stone,” Molly said.

               “I mean, in theory, that would work,” Angie said slowly.  “But in practicality…”

               “Who was it that wanted to stop planning?” Stan asked snidely.  Angie let out a small huff.  “Don’t worry, Ang, we’ll figure it out.”

               “And yer not worried ‘bout this, Miss Molly?” Angie asked, looking at her stepdaughter in the rearview mirror.  Molly nodded.

               “Yeah.  As long as I’m not expected to change diapers or move to a different room, I’m good.” She shrugged.  “Might be fun to be a big sister.”

               “That’s a relief,” Angie sighed.  She rubbed her forehead.  “Not like Lute.  When Ma ‘n Pa told Lute he was goin’ to get a lil siblin’, he lost his mind.  He was not happy about it.”

               “Again, as long as I don’t have to change diapers or move.”

               “I heard ya the first time, sugar-cube,” Angie said tiredly.  “We’ll be settin’ the baby up in the spare room, and unless ya showed an interest, I wouldn’t ask ya to change diapers anyways. I’m not that kind of parent.”

               “Okay, good.”  Molly rummaged around in her backpack and pulled out a book.  Stan drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

               “Hey, let’s go get ice cream,” Stan suggested.  “To celebrate Molly getting a little brother or sister.”

               “Sounds lovely,” Angie said.  

               “Ooh, yes!” Molly enthused.  

               “Great!  Ice cream it is.”  Stan made an abrupt right turn, the wheels screeching against the asphalt road.  “No chocolate for you, though, Angie.”

               “I’m more of a strawberry person anyways,” Angie said breezily.  Molly frowned.  “Somethin’ wrong?”

               “Is the baby gonna have your last name or Dad’s last name?”