hi, you probably aren't even showing up here anymore but just wanted to say that I hope you don't give up on your fic We grow up apart, together and again! because I recently discovered it and it broke my heart to know that you haven't updated it in over 3 years. hope you come over there soon š¢ā¤
Oh anon, im always here, creepin'. Never fear. And 'given up' is a strong phrase for it, but whenever i sit down, reread or think about 'We grow-' i got 3/4ths of the way through the story, and then, as it does, life happened. Whenever i try to find that muse these days, its really faint, and i worry about writing more, and how much the voice will have changed.
But if you want, I can tell you more.
Cause, when they go to Ohio, Kevin was supposed to bring up telling their friends, like a doof, and Aaron was all like, "we haven't told anyone so far and basically everyone knows." Which may also just be because he did already tell Dan, and theres no knowing how many of their friends she told.
Ohio was to be a meeting and remembering and then an accepting of how being friends, who have become together, doesn't always change how you interact with others. (We Grow with Friendship) Its not a brand or a sign you have to display constantly, large and loud. Its a casual reworking of how a group of people sit in an area, where just because your a couple doesn't mean you have to be attached at the hip. Even if Nicky follows them around all week cooing when they even so much as pass a snack bowl.
After Ohio I was planning a bit of a time skip. (We Grow into New Shapes) Into Aaron's residency, because honestly, the with how busy Kevin is always, and how much busier Aaron would be while doing class and residency, I knew it was a place where I could see them doubting their relationship. And Kevin being Kevin I can imagine he would stew in it. He would want to talk about all the horrible things Aaron may see, and the hardest part of being a healthcare worker in any capacity would be losing a patient, but legally, you really can't talk about those moments. Which is hard, to comfort someone without really understanding why they need comfort.
The last chapter tho, was supposed to be for Kevin. Cause a large part of how or why they got together was around Thea. (We Grow Again) The plan was that Thea would finally hear that Kevin was with Aaron, cause her head was so far up her butt, she assumed he would just come back- which is mean, but the way i built her up in this story was also mean. So when she finds out he's actually moved on, is living with someone, and in a relationship with them and still seemingly thriving in his professional career, would probably make her want a confrontation.
(That was the other thing about this voice- muse- story, i am not a confrontational person and writing confrontational people like this, was hard for me. Finding this voice is hard, and now being so removed from it, i feel it would only let people down to continue it.)
But chapter 12 was to show Kevin standing up for himself, his relationship and trying to make someone he used to care about, a lot, understand that he's happy now. He's okay. They're okay. And that's okay. It doesn't have to be great- probably would never be great, but it was okay.
I started this story at a point when my life was going in a direction that I hadn't predicted, and i felt very powerless to control it, but i was able to find a way to make it okay- again, not great, barely even good, but okay.
A lot of it had to do with COVID, and being in college where things were turned up on their heads. I live in a state that was one of the first to shut down, and we got a lot of flack for it. I think it was the right call, but i was also in hospitals doing clinical work and seeing this new illness tear through the facility was scary. I had those moments later, after the bans and shelter orders were over though, where i stood outside hospital rooms and watches people die from an illness they didn't believe could affect them. I had to sit with my husband while he cried because his parents refused to listen to anything scientific, did not take precautions and ended up in very sever situations because of it. (his mother is an RN, i was livid, still am) (they are okay now, for the most part, three weeks in the hospital changed their tunes a bit tho) But my voice is better now, generally. i graduated from college, passed my registry exam, worked in that same facility for 4 month and then found a better position for me. My relationship is much better and while there have been other twists, I am a better me than i was.... in January of 2020. Man, that was three years ago, whhhhaaaat.
Sorry for the long post, but Ive been meaning to post something about this for a while. So thanks, Anon. But also sorry, if this isn't all you wanted, literally. But i don't think I have these voices in my any longer.
If you have a big, emotional, self hating meltdown every time someone tells you that you hurt them or crossed a boundary of theirs, then that means you're not a safe person to say no to - and that's something you need to work on. Even if you're genuinely just really upset that you hurt someone, if every attempt at communicating a boundary to you results in the person you hurt having to repeatedly reassure you that you're not actually a bad person, then you need to work on controlling yourself and taking constructive criticism.
Scariest detail: this image was ripped from the creatorās site and vandalized (edited to remove the watermark), then reuploaded for viral fame without so much as a mention of the artistās name.
SOURCE: http://jeffleejohnson.deviantart.com/art/Blue-Plate-Special-661961724
That said, the earlier observation about milk being $15 is off - artist confirms this is based on a 1920ās diner, so the price would be in cents.
(http://comments.deviantart.com/1/661961724/4375070065)
The table under the journal is lacquered with ants.
The person holding the skull-creamed coffee paints the underside of their nails. Either that or their natural nails grow red.
The journalās writing, intentionally made hard to read and partially obscured, is somewhat of a cheat to all the things amiss in the scene. (http://comments.deviantart.com/1/661961724/4372574544) I can make out: āā¦ and eyeball ā¦ have to think he is less strange than the horrifying creature that seems to have inhabited the cabinet behind him ā¦ all tentacles and teeth ā¦ (obscured by cup) ā¦ Where in the world can be found such nightmares?!ā
Omg I think I my ask was sent with a asdfghks but hi I love your fic We Grow Apart, Up, Together and Again I'm only in the first chapter but I'm living for Aaron's characterization
OH, they posted. Iām just crap-crappy-crap at replying. Thank you so much for your nice words. I ALSO KNOW, you read the whole thing, and now youāre left on the chapter nine hang, AND I am very sorry.
The semester is over in like, two weeks, and once I crawl out of the fog, i hope to finish chapter 10- its started, but like, thats all. LOL.
Bare with me! Please!Ā
The ābestā villain is one who is explained. One who, when you listen to their story, you understand. That when you hear their motivation, you nearly sympathize. Because, on some level, you also nearly ageee.
The ābestā villain is one who proves they are only human.
I cannot express. How MUCH. I feel this, in my soul. We need change. (Not a pandemic, which is a shove into a mud pit- not the change Iām talking about here.) We need more of an emphasis on the value of our time and lives, and the ability to thrive.
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