It's Thursday, I'm tired, let's get some of that good ole comics-y superhero-y goodness!
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'Ed feels something in his chest, something resembling fondness. He doesn’t know why, he doesn’t even know this guy’s name. And yet, Ed had spent the better part of the last few days thinking of the rich man crying in the rage room, making up stories in his head to justify his presence, his anger, his sadness.'
I mean... it was only a matter of time until I rec'd a novel-length Our Flag Means Death (OFMD) fic.
I am trash. We know this, and we love it (...hopefully.) 😅😈😎
If you haven't watched OFMD yet... Gay pirates and Taika Waititi as Blackbeard. #JustSaying.
(Warning: this blogpost discusses low self-worth and mental health problems. It also briefly discusses toxic/abusive friendships.)
"Oh My God! You remembered!"
She's holding the chocolate orange, still partly covered by reindeer wrapping paper, like it's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.
"Yeah?" - of course I did, she and our friend spent a good half an hour a month or so back discussing how sad it was that no-one ever gets them chocolate oranges, how much they love chocolate oranges, and that they hadn't had chocolate oranges in forever.
So, when I was buying their Christmas presents, I bought a couple of chocolate oranges. No brainer; no biggy.
"You're so sweet!"
...Am I?
'Edward froze, glancing to the corner Stede had gestured to and seeing nothing there. Stede clearly saw something though, because he kept glancing over there...'
I finally got around to watching Our Flag Means Death (OFMD) - it will come as zero surprise to most people that I utterly freaking ADORE it!
And what I do with things I adore, once I run out of canon material, is read fanfiction - let's be honest, I am nothing if not predictable. 😅
(Fandom notes:
Canon is the 'official' stuff in the book/film/TV series/whatever.)
It's Thursday, I'm trying not to fall back on overworking as an unhealthy coping mechanism in stressful times, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
'“It's been a year, Buck,” he said. “I hate seein’ you like this. When was the last time you talked to someone other than me?”
“I talked to Nat last week,” Bucky muttered, knowing it was a poor excuse.'
'“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. 😈😅
I've been trying, lately, to let myself be tired when I'm tired.
Now, that probably seems simple to a lot of you - you lucky folks who get tired and just... accept it.
But me? Apparently when I'm tired, my natural reaction is to do more.
Which... uh... makes no sense.
I'm going to assume it's at least partly down to the tiger vs. not tiger thing I've talked about before. 😅
I.e. my weird little hooman bean brain thinks we're under attack and/or vulnerable in some way when I'm tired, and pushes me to be alert to the dangers/fight the tiger/whatever.
'Bucky turns back to the screen in front of him and can’t help his flinch as the bright light turns into what might as well be an ice pick to his brain.'
Bucky has had it!
I mean, it's one thing coming to terms with ex-assassin-ing, super-soldier-ing, and being in the actual goddamn future, but now there's all this psychic b*llsh** on top?!
Dude can't catch a break!
'She walked over to Thea and pulled one of the games out of the box. It was an old fashioned wooden box with the game’s name actually carved into the front. “Jumanji?”
“I’ve never heard of that one,” Ollie said. He joined them to take a look.'
Sometimes, you gotta give points for creativity, y'know?
And there ain't no-one more creative than fic authors! 😉
Warning: this post discusses eating disorders, general mental health problems, and realted symptoms and themes
'Normally, when Mac had a problem, all it took was some spare parts and a Swiss Army knife...'
I thought, before reading this, that I wouldn't ever end up recommending it.
Honestly? I figured from the syopsis and tags on AO3 for this fic, that it would probably be trauma porn - which I've been known to indulge in when the need arises, but wouldn't y'know, recommend to anyone.
Not least because trauma porn is often really poorly written, exploitative, and gratuitous.
I was wrong. This fic is freaking amazing.
And the fic author saying this was the first fic they started... wow!
(Warning: this post briefly discusses mental health problems)
August was... OK, I guess.
And for me, this year, OK is freaking fantastic!
So, it was still too hot, but it was cooler than July which -
- yes, please, thankyou, more of the lack of heat melting my brain, if at all possible, thanks!
I do not function in the heat. At all.
Frighteningly, we now have an official drought in much of Wales.
If you don't know Wales and our verdant, fertile, valleys all that well, you might wonder why that's frightening.
Basically - you know the stereotypes that the rest of the world has about it always raining in London? Yeah? Well, I would consider London to be quite a dry place.
And we have drought.
(And now London possibly wants our water - but if I start getting into the long and exploitative history of water politics between Wales and England, we will be here all day.)
Climate change is real, and it is here.
Warning: this post discusses mental health problems and symptoms, specifically those related to Depression
'Trouble starts before they even get out of the city. Bucky’s car is a disaster. It’s not as bad as his apartment, but still messy enough to be very embarrassing and not helping in convincing Sam his assumptions about him are wrong.'
Yes, it's Bucky-Barnes-based. Yes, it's a weird one.
I was honestly looking for something different this week, but sometimes, amongst all the fanfiction I consume on a weekly basis, it just ends up coming back - again - to Bucky Barnes.
...and I'm OK with that.
I am trash. And you know this. 😅
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Title: Klara and the Sun
Author: Kazuo Ishiguro
Genre: Sci-Fi(-ish)
It's been a rough week, mental-health-wise.
So I figured I needed to remind myself of a few things - and hopefully some of them will be helpful reminders to you, too.
Disclaimer time: I am not any kind of mental health, medical, or psychological professional. I'm a chick with a blog.
(Warning: this post discusses Covid 19, grief, mental health problems, and panic attacks)
June was horrible.
I'm not going to sugar-coat it - June sucked.
For those who don't know, at the very end of May I caught Covid after going to a My Chemical Romance concert (they do rock, though #JustSaying) - and it took me most of June to feel even half-way to human again.
I had ten full days of feeling like absolute hell - and the time since has been spent recovering.
Do NOT listen to people who call this mild.
The only way I'd refer to it as 'mild' is if you mean 'I didn't end up in hospital' - which, thank God that I'm triple-vaxxed because honestly, I'm not sure I would've stayed out of hospital otherwise.
If by 'mild' you mean 'like a cold,' or 'feeling a bit off,' or 'not feeling good but being semi-able to function,' then NO.
No, it is NOT mild.
Wear your masks.
Wash your hands.
Keep up social distancing where possible.
(Warning: this post discusses Covid, migraines, and mental health problems)
I know it's late-ish June. I got Covid.
...And I didn't want to just not do a post for May, because it was bugging me 😅
May 2022... *hysterical laughter*
OK, May 2022 was a bit of a rollercoaster for me.
Like, there was some really good stuff, some really bad stuff, and some stuff I point-blank don't know how to categorise.
It's Thursday, it's May, this is Dora Reads, so let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!