Warning: this post discusses hatred, hate crimes, persecution, and bigotry
In remembrance of the Colorado Springs victims*:
Raymond Green Vance (He/Him)
Kelly Loving (She/Her)
Daniel Aston (He/Him)
Derrick Rump (He/Him)
Ashley Paugh (She/Her)
- and in honour of those facing all forms of discrimination and human rights violations in Qatar*, and also around the world.
*links contain disturbing and/or upsetting content
'...he couldn’t quite grasp yet what that feeling had been.
He only knows that he had seen it mirrored in Ash Tyler’s dark eyes.'
In my opinion as a fanfiction professional -
(Lol - kind of, I've written literally hundreds of these posts dontcha know! So I reckon if anything qualifies me as a 'fanfiction professional' then that does 😅)
- there aren't enough angst fics about Ash Tyler.
I mean c'mon fic writers! He's right there and brimming with angst!
It's Thursday, the FIFA World Cup should not have been awarded to Qatar, let's get some superhero-y comics-y goodness!
Disclaimer time: I am not any kind of mental health, medical, or life-coach-style professional. I'm a random Welsh chick with a blog - nothing more, nothing less
Lazy people exist, I'm sure.
Lord knows, we've all met a few in the course of our lives - and they'll keep on being lazy regardless of what I do or do not say.
But most people aren't lazy
- we just tell ourselves we are.
'“You think you can? You’re talking about a goddamn plane, you’re going to have to do better than ‘think’ you can, Bucky!”
“I’m pretty sure I can figure out a landing. Or at least a controlled crash. It’ll be okay.”'
We've established I'm trash by this point, so that'll save me a lot of explaining and justifying myself 😅.
So, with that in mind - this is an MCU (Marvel movies and TV shows,) The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (TFATWS) fic.
Yes, again.
Not explaining, not justifying. 😈😅
It's Thursday, the world is weird, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
Sometimes it feels like I'm jumping up and down, trying to get attention for my writing, my blogging, my whatever-ing...
...only to get lost amongst all of the other people jumping up and down and vying for your attention in an increasingly noisy world.
I love novel-length fanfiction!
I know, I know, it's not exactly a secret at this point.
...I didn't always; love novel-length fanfiction, that is.
I used to prefer the shorter the better.
But somewhere along the way my reading habits changed, and now I can't get enough of the novel and novella length stuff.
It's Thursday, I am very tired (and that's OK, dammit,) let's get some superhero-y comics-y goodness!
Warning: this post discusses spiders - no pictures of spiders though, because I wouldn't do that to myself.
I also briefly discuss illegal drugs because I like variety, apparently.
October was... pretty good, all in all.
I mean... the UK economy collapsed, followed by the UK government, and everything feels a bit like a slow-motion breakdown of society, so... that wasn't good.
Still, apart from all that, October was pretty good.
Somehow some people still seem to think climate change is a tomorrow problem.
It's not.
It's a today problem.
'Maybe it’s the last many months catching up with him, or the fractured ribs, or the way Sam watches him like a damn hawk. Maybe it’s a peace offering. Maybe he’s trying to get Sam to let his guard down. Hard to tell, with a hundred year old assassin.'
Some fic authors I'll come back to again and again, cos they got the stuff I want.
This week's fic comes from one of those authors.
This is based on - what else? - The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (TFATWS).
It involves mission fic-ness, novel-length (150ish pages,) superhero shenanigans, and enough angst to keep my goblin emo spaghetti brain from protesting too much.
It's Thursday, it's November (somehow,) let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
