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hoosierbitchDID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT THERE ARE REAL LIVE CACTUSES IN THE DESERT? LIKE, FOR REAL?
*stares out the window*
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In more serious news: It seems like a lot of folks are having a rough time right now. Maybe it's because the weather's changing, maybe because it's the end/beginning of semesters, or maybe it's because sometimes life just kicks you in the balls/ovaries for no reason at all.
So if you've been having a crap day/week/month/year/life, or are expecting to go through a rough/busy/depressing/stressful/unpleasant time sometime soon, you should request a fic from me. Even if all that's happened is that you stubbed your toe--which can suck, especially if it's your little toe, because then you feel like a bully--you should request something. Think of it as a hug-substitute (because if we were close together, I would hug you, because I am huggy. Also if we were close together you too would be in the DESERT where there are CACTUSES).
You can check my fandom tags for things I'm familiar with (and also add everything Jeremy Renner's ever done, and Parks & Rec). I'll write any pairings, ratings, and kinks. Request whatever would be the written equivalent of (vegetarian) chicken soup for your soul. I know it's not much, but I'd like to help if I can.
As always, anon commenting is enabled.
I adore you all! [Also I adore cactuses! But I like you guys more. Probably.]
♥
*stares out the window*
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In more serious news: It seems like a lot of folks are having a rough time right now. Maybe it's because the weather's changing, maybe because it's the end/beginning of semesters, or maybe it's because sometimes life just kicks you in the balls/ovaries for no reason at all.
So if you've been having a crap day/week/month/year/life, or are expecting to go through a rough/busy/depressing/stressful/unpleasant time sometime soon, you should request a fic from me. Even if all that's happened is that you stubbed your toe--which can suck, especially if it's your little toe, because then you feel like a bully--you should request something. Think of it as a hug-substitute (because if we were close together, I would hug you, because I am huggy. Also if we were close together you too would be in the DESERT where there are CACTUSES).
You can check my fandom tags for things I'm familiar with (and also add everything Jeremy Renner's ever done, and Parks & Rec). I'll write any pairings, ratings, and kinks. Request whatever would be the written equivalent of (vegetarian) chicken soup for your soul. I know it's not much, but I'd like to help if I can.
As always, anon commenting is enabled.
I adore you all! [Also I adore cactuses! But I like you guys more. Probably.]
♥
fic: happy days [2/2, white collar, Neal, pg-13]
Date: 2012-05-25 05:36 pm (UTC)He still feels better tonight than he had in the morning.
The next day, he makes himself a breakfast that he enjoys and watches a documentary that engrosses him and paints something that is terrible and he allows himself to be okay with that.
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He goes walking three mornings every week. He buys gelato from the grumpy old man’s shop once. It’s terrible.
He sets his alarm and puts his alarm clock across the apartment so that he has to get out of bed to turn it off. He buys fresh fruit and bagels and exquisite coffee, and starts every morning with those little luxuries.
Some days are better than others. Some days start with the alarm, and a refreshing shower, and a good breakfast. Other days start down and get lower.
He makes dinner with the Burkes a weekly occurrence. Every other week they come to his apartment, which means he has to clean everything at least that often. He gets comfortable with their silences.
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He still gets lonely. He still spends some days moving through air that feels like quicksand. But most days now, more and more days, he is not alone, and he does not feel lonely.
Re: fic: happy days [2/2, white collar, Neal, pg-13]
Date: 2012-05-25 06:45 pm (UTC)I loved how hard-won Neal's happiness is, how it's not a foregone conclusion for him and nothing to take for granted. A powerful ficlet.