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apocalypsosBecause I defaulted on Yuletide, it sort of slipped my mind that somebody would have still been assigned to write me and it was entirely possible I'd still get a story.
Instead, I got TWO. And they're AWESOME.
Rebuilding (2012):
This is EXACTLY what I wanted from a 2012 story -- something which points out quite rightly that the end-of-the-world plans sucked monkey balls. Not exactly the most eloquent way to put it, but the story's fantastic.
A Letter To Franklin (We Need To Talk About Kevin):
You guys. YOU GUYS. So I wanted to see a story where Franklin is forced to confront what Kevin is after the shooting and, oh, boy, this story delivers. I clapped with masochistic glee through the whole thing.
Thanks, Yulegoats! You guys did amazing jobs. :D
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A few Christmas-related notes:
-- I woke up just now feeling like crap, then spent ten minutes in the bathroom confirming why I feel like crap. Ugh, what a wonderful day to be sick. *makes face*
-- Last night, my mom waited until everybody was at the house to give me a Keystone hoodie, notebooks and lanyard for school. And then everybody applauded. And then I blushed fifteen shades of red.
-- Tiny Hitler's boyfriend showed up. He seems nice, which makes me wonder where the hell she's been digging up her Tiny Hitler bullshit. Also, later on when I was wrapping my brother's presents for Mom:
Me: TH's boyfriend seems nice.
Bryan: I know, right? He doesn't seem like he's the source of all of that. It really must be just a phase.
Me: Funny, I can't recall going through a drunken bigoted slut phase.
Bryan: Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a drunken slut. *I'm* a drunken slut.
Me: Of course not. It's the "bigoted" part that bothers me.
Instead, I got TWO. And they're AWESOME.
Rebuilding (2012):
This is EXACTLY what I wanted from a 2012 story -- something which points out quite rightly that the end-of-the-world plans sucked monkey balls. Not exactly the most eloquent way to put it, but the story's fantastic.
A Letter To Franklin (We Need To Talk About Kevin):
You guys. YOU GUYS. So I wanted to see a story where Franklin is forced to confront what Kevin is after the shooting and, oh, boy, this story delivers. I clapped with masochistic glee through the whole thing.
Thanks, Yulegoats! You guys did amazing jobs. :D
*
A few Christmas-related notes:
-- I woke up just now feeling like crap, then spent ten minutes in the bathroom confirming why I feel like crap. Ugh, what a wonderful day to be sick. *makes face*
-- Last night, my mom waited until everybody was at the house to give me a Keystone hoodie, notebooks and lanyard for school. And then everybody applauded. And then I blushed fifteen shades of red.
-- Tiny Hitler's boyfriend showed up. He seems nice, which makes me wonder where the hell she's been digging up her Tiny Hitler bullshit. Also, later on when I was wrapping my brother's presents for Mom:
Me: TH's boyfriend seems nice.
Bryan: I know, right? He doesn't seem like he's the source of all of that. It really must be just a phase.
Me: Funny, I can't recall going through a drunken bigoted slut phase.
Bryan: Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a drunken slut. *I'm* a drunken slut.
Me: Of course not. It's the "bigoted" part that bothers me.
