the issue with using the sides colours schemes in their cross stitch once again becomes what goes in the background now?
My answer is no pair the sides up, then swap their secondary colour.
Secondary colour is black? Background shall be white. White? Background shall be black. Grey? swap light for dark shades.
The pairs will be Dukexiety, cause they both work with, or to increase, Thomas's fears. Moceit, cause lets be real, Patton and Janus are literally both morality, with different focuses to build morals from. Logince, cause I had them left over :D Nah, it's cause they're motivators. Sure fear motivates, morals can too, but Logan and Roman are the most goal oriented sides.
And cause I did include Remy in these cross stitches, he's not getting a background, the bed is being put outside so it's just a scene now.
Every time I read a review of Arsenic and Old Lace that introduces Einstein as “mad” or "ultra creepy" or fake plastic surgeon I loose a few brain cells, years of my life (and ntm my temper - especially with the last...accusation)
Words published: 26,675
Words unpublished: roughly 24,000
Fics worked on: 4 (Paradox, Pollen, Double Blind, Red Streak)
Fics finished: hahaaa I don’t finish things
Drabbles written: 27
Pairings written: 5 (Shakarian, Kallo/Sara, Sholus, Hannah/Alba, NPCs)
Most written pairing: Sholus, by a pretty huge margin
Most updated fic: Double Blind (14k published, 6,600 unpublished)
THOUGHTS
This has been a challenging and unproductive year for me in a lot of ways, a crucible of change in many others. I’m coming out of what a few months ago I called a multi-year SuperDepression, and that pretty well sums it up.
Several cumulative decades of problems came to head about two months ago, and although I avoided being hospitalized against my will, now I’m in intensive outpatient, stone-cold sober, and learning how to manage myself in different ways. It’s been a steep learning curve over the last few months, which means this year feels like it lasted about a century; I know I’m not alone there. 2018 has been a fever dream for too many people, one we hope we’re all about to wake up from.
I tried to read more books this year and mostly succeeded, a goal I hope to bring forward into the years to come. I’ve tried to find a healthier work/life/fandom balance, which has seen slightly bumpier progress, but it’s improving gradually. I’ve struggled, more than anything, with trying to beat back an endless, unwavering, bone-deep fatigue that has started catching up to me again now that I’m back at work. I’ll be talking to the RNs at my new mental health center about what I can do about that, maybe trying once and for all to sink some serious time and resources into diagnosing CFS, which at this point, I’ve got to have. I’m pushing and pushing and pushing, and I know adult life often just means being tired all the time. But now that I’m working such an invigorating, physical job, sleeping more than I have in YEARS, and taking care of myself better than I probably ever have... I can no longer explain away the crashes, the mental fog, the neverending lethargy. Lacking the spoons to work AND be creative almost literally killed me a few months ago. There’s got to be a better way. I’m trying to find it.
This turned into a rambling whine-fest, sorry. Haha. Overall, I’m blessed and grateful for so much, and trying to be more aware of the good in my life every day. I’ve hardly got the worst of it, and I’m doing a lot better. I’m recommitting myself each day to therapy, to new coping strategies, to pushing myself more. Yes, I’m disappointed that I didn’t work on Red Streak (again) or complete the growing pile of shorter projects I’ve also had on hiatus for much too long. BUT, I’m surprised I hit over 50k total published/unpublished words. That’s probably not much to a lot of people. Hell, that’s barely one NaNoWriMo. But I’ve been struggling to find my bearings, struggling some days to stay awake or get dressed or do anything much beyond go to work and not sob the whole way through. So. It’s not nothing. And I’m doing everything I can to make 2019 better, not just for my writing, but for all of me, period.
Thanks for being here with me, for being such wonderful, kind, generous readers - and people. I hope I can bring you many more stories this year.
The Roman in me yearns for adventures and quests and I guess this week he's won as being the Side in Charge.
Hello from a holiday in Chester, from walking to the station, hell with trains messing up and then walking to a hotel I've never been to before, It's been a quest to get here and damn, Ro ain't calming down.
Tomorrow I just booked tickets for the zoo which, guess what?! I'm gonna be walking too as well, just an hour and a half hoping I go the right way for an attraction that usually comes with a ton of walking
timer counting down to meet your soulmate, but instead of counting in seconds or minutes, it counts in heartbeats.
Doctor’s and medical experts all get pressured to figure out the time the average heart takes to beat and there are news articles regularly released suggesting exercising as a way to meet your soulmate faster.
I have no clue if I’ll ever use this as a soulmate au to actually write, but hell it’s an idea
1. Never assume a use. I will likely change it if it goes on my list of notebooks to use
2. Always assume I have blank notebooks to spare and any gifted will have to find a place in the ones I decide to use when.
Roman is definitely like this sometimes but also far more willing than I’ve been for years to buy himself notebooks. I generally have banned myself from buying new notebooks unless upset, anxious or it’s just way to pretty to leave behind
Logan has very specific notebooks he will use, almost as specific as I can be over my diaries. He has a brand he will go for and prefers them to be small so he can always have one with him.
Be careful when reading Remus’s notebooks, the year they were being used in will suddenly skip and whatever you were reading is probably continued somewhere else. Ask Remus if you want to carry on reading that bit, or just give up understanding anything, especially when you find pages he clearly just grabbed a notebook and started writing on a blank page in the middle of the book so it’s unrelated to anything around those pages.
Virgil will refuse notebooks if gifted them. It’s the one gift he will refuse, even if that refusal is usally more ‘not now. You can give that to me in a few months.’ He likes having one notebook to use and no others to make sure he can read them back and know when the notebook was being used.
Patton doesn’t have ‘notebooks’ or at least he doesn’t call them that. Any notebooks he has have purposes and something connected to them, like individual albums for holidays, events, or just time with specific friends. He’s more likely to call them scrapbooks really, even if everything in them is writing.
Janus keeps 2 types of notebooks, quick use and formal use. It can be a guessing game which is which although size is usually a good indicator.
I don’t care if my dad actually uses the pronouns from the badges I wear for me or not, the fact he does notice them enough to ask and actually notices the pins I wear to is what’s important to me
even if that includes questioning the sealife badge I was wearing today to check if there’s some other part of my identity he should know about.
yes dad, I identify as a jellyfish and am not just wearing this because it looks cool
can’t blame him when so much of the last year changes in things I wear or accessories has actually coming into figuring out what makes me feel most like me tbh
I think why I can get more behind the 'concept' of trans boy (maximum young trans man) opposed to trans man is because, like @a-trans-comic-by-me (I think) once said in an answer (this is quoted roughly), when I look into the mirror I don't see a 'man' - I see myself, w/ a soft face, w/o a beard and, yes, I know there're men out there (a lot who I 'know') that don't have a beard and are still men (not to mention not every men even wants a beard) but yeah, that's probably the reason why it feels more right to call myself a trans boy...
