The Fundraisening is Ongoing Because unto Desperation Times. Interview today with the headhunter went well (every interview he’s had has gone well) so we’ll see if the company they’re representing will also see that @drougnor is magic. In the meantime: thank you for keeping us alive. ❤
In other news, among all of the OTHER-other news I really need to be posting about: we’re almost in the home stretch of stabilizing after the Great Fuckin’ Relocation Program, i.e. moving. The mate @drougnor had a fantastic job interview on Thursday morning, with another one in the morning.
Awesome-side: First job place *really* wants to hire the mate, to the point that they threw another $10k a year at him from the initial listed salary.
Downside: Even if he starts working next week, we don’t get paid for a while.
Very much downside: I have to pay bills and keep our credit *pristine* because of how much the real estate agent has faffed off on not doing her job, so the house still is not listed on the market and I can’t exactly go throttle her because she is no longer in easy reach. At this point, this means that the bloody money pit of a house is unlikely to sell, which means…well, it’s still going to hit his credit hard, so everything else, esp. my stuff, has to be spotless to make up for how much that’s going to suck.
So, between bills and trying to stock/re-stock the pantry…yeah, we’re riding on fumes.
But at least I was able to pay the rent and the car payment!
I know I have a lot of thank-yous and writing to post for all of the help you wonderful, awesome people have given us through this insanity. I’m working on it, but things still aren’t quite stable enough for me to have been able to sit down and edit some of the things I plan to post. (I still don’t have a computer chair, even if I have my desktop finally set up again. Very hard to write at desk without one. *g*)
If you guys can carry us through the home stretch until he’s bringing a paycheck into the household again–well, aside from undying gratitude, a stable household and a less-stressed writer means I will write more?
One last bit of fundraising. I can get us through this and then I can finish a book!
Oh wow, fandom streams crossing! Fellow SCAdian here, somehow had the idea that Tumblr was a generally SCAless place – yay hi! 🙂
Hi, and welcome! 🙂
There are at least five other people I know on here that are SCAdians, too. @lferion @elegantmess-southernbelle @kediil-eperu @rowanartist and one who isn’t a mutual yet because I make a policy of not actually following people I know are under 18*.
I’m pretty sure there’s at least one other, but I can’t remember off the top of my head. But I’m also not actively looking. (Although feel free to sing out if you are!)
*I try to keep my blog mostly safe for those who are because I know some of my followers are not yet 18, but my brain lumps following people with having a level of access to their private life, and I’m not comfortable with that with kids and teens. And yes, 18 is an arbitrary number, but it’s the one I grew up with as the legal line between kid and adult, so it’s the one my brain tends to use as such.
*thumps head on desk a moment* There is a glaring fucking plot hole here, and while I have a fine idea how to fix it, it’s still a month-long fucking plot hole of they’re going to die of dehydration if I don’t plug this damned plot hole, one way or another. Because I did not make any plans for them to have anywhere to top off their water between the Anduin and the Sea of Rhûn. And this is part of why this story is getting rewritten before I go forward. That, and having abandoned it for a few years, and having misplaced any notes I might have made about what I’m doing with the plot.
Time to add wells/oases to the map, because my world building says nomads in this part of the great big massive blank spot that is Rhûn (not all of it can be nomads, but most of the settled parts are where there are rivers, and this part of it distinctly does not). And they’re going to have places where they can camp around a water source, even if they had to dig that water source themselves. *nods firmly*
Faramir is a writing sort, but he’s not the type to waste words. Boromir, less of a scholar, less fond of writing, but more the sort to relate details and stories which may be less than relevant. Which I think has interesting implications on the correspondence between them.
so in my headcanon, Boromir’s the long-letter writer (his fellow soldiers are always like ARE YOU WRITING TO A GIRL WHO ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH and he just rolls his eyes because he’s writing to his kid brother) with the occasional short missives that are either military correspondence or completely irrelevant nonsense that he thinks will make Faramir laugh (and because they MIGHT be military correspondence, Faramir is obliged to open them as soon as he receives them. this leads to him making a lot of strange faces in front of his men.)
and Faramir is the one who can get across everything he wants to say in three sentences or so (like, short enough that Boromir has the whole thing memorized by the time he reads it twice) but sometimes he will sit down and write PAGES UPON PAGES, just to get out his thoughts, and when Boromir gets those he knows something is happening in Faramir’s head.
so when Faramir goes through Boromir’s room after his death, he finds all the letters in a drawer and so he brings out all of the old ones he’s kept and sits on his brother’s bed and reads them. he manages to keep from weeping until he comes across one of the short ones Boromir sent a few years ago, which contains a particularly stupid joke and came by the hand of a messenger who was under the impression that the letter was urgent. and he can hardly bear to think that the one who considered laughter so urgent is dead, and will never send him absurd letters again.
Ooooh, oh that is lovely. Tragic, and it HURTS, but oh that is a powerful story idea.
….I am horribly unreliable right now, but do you mind if I maybe poke a sad snippet from this plunnie? It’s giving me massive feels. Either way, thank you VERY VERY much for sharing!
Sooooo. Yeah. This became a bit of a thing. I kind of blame this version of Paint It Black for some of the unnecessary feels that happened. I do not actually suggest one listen to them while reading. All thanks and many apologies to Anon, who did give me permission to putter some with this scenario, because holy carp the feels hit like a ton of bricks.
Rex’s tattoo clearly influenced by (NSFW) this gorgeous art.
Fic under the cut, warnings for character death and AAAAANGST.
This made me almost cry!! WHYYYY?????I think I need more of this torcher.
::shares cookies:: Because my creativty is a strange and sporadic thing lately and so when a plunnie nibbles, I try to follow.
And I will gleefully read more and sob buckets if anyone picks this one up, but all I have left are tiny bits of headcanon about how Julius got his name. (and they don’t know it, but it’s pretty much @morgynleri‘s inadvertent fault)
*blinks a moment, and contrives to look innocent* I’m not sure how it’s my fault, but hee! 😀
This is fantastic, and I kept in my inbox a while because it made me smile. However! Time to post this, because everyone should get this. 🙂
And this goes to all y’all who follow me, because the fact that you’re here and put up with my complaining interspersed with multi-fannish stuff, and how things have changed on my blog over time, and just. I’m glad to know you’re willing to stick around (and if you’re blacklisting some stuff in order to stick around, go you for managing your internet experience!).
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