'“Who is he?” Clint asks.
Sam shrugs his shoulders. “I don't know. He broke in, only thing he's really said is Steve's name.”'
I love fanfiction AUs.
AUs can be an incredible way for fic authors to play around with the characters and situations involved in the canon.
...and the best AUs are often the least fantastical.
It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, so let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness! 😊
April was rough, mental health-wise.
I'm OK - just having to adapt and take care.
...It's kind of worse when there's no real reason or trigger because there's nothing you can blame, y'know?
...and it really doesn't help that the pollen this year is exceptionally, brutally, high, so my hayfever is extra-present this year.
Kind of hard to focus on your mental health when the pollen is making you feel like a zombie, lol.
(Oh, and hayfever is linked to climate change. #TrueStory.)
It's Thursday, we reached May, this week's post is huge, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
It's Thursday, it's still April, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
It's Thursday, I'm not entirely sure where the week went, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
Ever heard of a writer called Kafka?
If it was up to him, you probably wouldn't have.
But millions of people know his name - and have heard the term 'Kafkaesque,' which is a fancy and more succinct way of saying 'reminds me of the stuff that that Kafka feller wrote.'
It's Thursday, I am very tired, let's get some superhero-y comics-y goodness!
Warning: this post briefly discusses various aspects of the world's clusterf**k, including but not limited to: Ukraine, systemic Transphobia, and Covid 19.
It also breifly discusses poor mental health, and chronic illness (migraines.)
March was... turbulent.
Which I know isn't exactly unusual atm, but still...
Warning: this post discusses brain fog as a symptom of Depression/Anxiety
Disclaimer time: I am not any kind of medical, psychological, or neurological professional. I'm a chick with a blog and some personal experiences - nothing more, nothing less.
Some days, my brain does not work.
Call it brain fog, call it fuzziness, call it extreme mental fatigue.
It's common with migraines (which I get,) and Depression and Anxiety (which I have,) as well as a whole bunch of other conditions - including Long Covid, for which it's gotten a lot of media attention.
It's Thursday, the world is still wacky, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, let's get some superhero-y comics-y goodness!
'He was hurt alright. That look wasn't a new color on him; Nandor seemed to be hurt quite a lot lately. Laszlo didn't want him to be alone.'
Vampire. Mockumentary.
Do I have your attention?
Good.
'The neighbours have come home. I can hear Mr L pulling his filtration system off – the sound seeps through the walls. Our walls are so thin – doesn’t seem like it could keep what’s going on out there at bay, does it?'
About mid-week this story was slammed into my brain, without warning, by the universe.
And I am but a simple writer - the universe calls, and I answer.
So... have this sci-fi-ish/dystopian-ish short story, I guess! 😅
(Bo Burnham's Inside (especially All Eyes On Me,) was pretty much my writing soundtrack for this - for anyone who finds that sort of insight interesting! ...Plus, it, uh, might explain a lot 😅)
Content Warnings:
- isolation
- life-threatening climate/environmental catastrophes
- brief non-sexual nudity and mentions of anatomy
- life-threatening heat and physical stress
- implied physical disability/health condition
- mental health issues/extreme stress
...I've never done a full Content Warnings list like this for one of my stories before, so be careful and tell me if I missed anything that needs to be listed!
January was the perfect example of pandemic time
- it simultaneously lasted five minutes and three thousand years.
(Not that my experience of time as a concept ever manages to be one speed, but this is especially marked.)
So, this is 2022.
...I feel like it's best not to tempt fate by saying any more than that 😅
Wanna see how far you can run? Wanna train to run a marathon or a 5k or whatever it is running-people do?
Find a tree.
'Sam’s hand hovers near his arm again, just in the corner of his eye. Just in case he collapses without warning or something. Bucky hates that he has to bite his tongue and accept that as a legitimate probability'
This week's fic appealed to my emo goblin spaghetti-brain.
I regret nothing.
'“My guess is it’s got something to do with serotonin,” he says.
“Or magic,” Loki points out.
“Don’t spoil my fun, dear.”'
Let's start 2022 as we mean to go on:
...with Gay superhero fanfiction. 😅😘
