'“Who would be controlling it?” Joaquin asked. “And why our camp?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Why those six kids in the movie? It’s just entertainment, right? Entertainment doesn’t need a big message with metaphors and motifs.”'
This fic's a fun one.
Sometimes you just want fics to be fun - maybe a little silly - and a lot entertaining.
Plus I'm a sucker for a unique and/or quirky premise - we all know this.
It's Thursday, the UK is hot as hell (again, ugh,) so let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
July wasn't as awful as June.
Which is a heckava low bar, but one that's worth having!
My energy levels still weren't at their tippity-toppest after having Covid, and then the heatwave came.
Dear Lord, the heatwave came.
I am one grumpy bear in the heat - like, I get so pi**ed off, at pretty much everyone and everything - and we had record-breaking temperatures here in the UK. Again.
It was relentless, and climate change is both real and horrendous. London was on fire. I don't mean that metaphorically.
This is a weird one... I regret nothing. I regret everything.
We're all just muddling through.
We don't know, do we, how things are supposed to go, how we're supposed to be, what we're supposed to be?
Do you think we're supposed to know?
It would be nice if someone did, I guess - if someone seemed to have a clue how to steer this whirling, swirling, careening force of nature that is humanity heading slow-quick to...
...wherever it is that we're heading.
I hope it's somewhere nice. But that would be something of a surprise, given our current circumstances.
Does anyone ever have a plan go to plan?
I'm not sure I ever have.
No matter how well-constructed, all my plans seem to burn to ashes, blow away on the wind, or whatever other metaphor you want to use.
Not that I'm complaining. - I'm not sure I have any grounds for complaining. I'm not sure I don't, either.
We're all just muddling through.
The entire freaking human race crawling through the future in uncertainty.
And it's ugly.
And it's beautiful.
And it's oh-so messy.
We're all hot messes.
Each and every one of us.
All so scared of other people seeing how messy we truly are. It would be funny, if it weren't so sad-sweet-sad.
We're all just muddling through.
Doing our best to put one foot in front of the other.
And hopefully that'll be enough.
...If anyone ever figures out what 'enough' is meant to be.
I'm blaming this one on the universe 😅
Whatcha think?
Talk to me! 😅💬
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'“Alex,” he said quickly, his voice strained. “I need you to overrule security protocol and allow me access to a cell in the basement-level holding facility. Please listen carefully, I require several apparatuses to ensure my escape is at its lowest likelihood-”'
Good Supergirl fics are like buses (which ironically do feature in this fic) - you wait what feels like forever for one to come along, and then two come along at once!
OK, you might remember a couple of weeks ago I recommended a Supergirl fic.
...And I'm here to do it again.
...From the same fic author.
They deserve it, OK?! 😅 They're good fics!
It's Thursday, it's apparently August, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
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.
