OH MY GOD. TELL ME THIS IS IN RESPONSE TO THE WHICH SHIP AM I THE CHILD OF BECAUSE YES. OH MY FUCKING GOD, YES.
I SO HAPPY, I JUST
You guysssss. The flood of support I just got, guys…. OH MY GOD.
I don’t know how other people will feel after all I’m not them, however I believe a lot of people can completely understand the issues with going through depression, my partner is going through it at the moment and I have been through it before myself. So please take all the time you need to get yourself on your feet again the fiction can wait, and really your well being is more important, so please take all the time you need.
Thank you so much. *hugs* It’ll come. It’s been rough, not being able to write, and… it’s weird. It’s something that makes it really evident that what I’m doing isn’t enough to combat it. It sucks, but I’m starting to get… comfortable with the idea again. It’ll be a good change. It’ll take a while, but… it will be for the best.
*runs in* *attack hugs* *runs away*
I’m going to get to the non anons riiiight now. You guys are amazing. Thanks for the support and understanding. I’ll need it more in the days to come. Thank you all.
What ship do you think I’m the child of?
classic rock fandom should be like the therapist for fandoms whose bands just broke up
Dude, my dad did that not long ago. I told him that band I used to blast from my bedroom, My Chemical Romance, had just broken up. He got this sad look and told me about when he heard Led Zeppelin was breaking up. We totally had a moment.
I need to actually address this in a big way, but basically what’s happening is a two-fold problem:
Problem one is that A LOT of TUS2 is going to take place in Asgard. Which would have been fine, but come September (when the next Thor is released), I’ll actually be learning a lot about MCU Asgard and/or my entire fic will be retconned. So what I mean to do is ask you guys if you’d be cool with me writing the rest of part one, and taking a break until September. I know it’s a long time, but I’ve already learned that the prison cells are WAAAAY different from what I was going to describe, and now I’m just like, “I can’t do this until I see this,” and making high-pitched dog noises at the trailer.
And number two, which I haven’t found a good way to announce but here it goes: I’m depressed. Like to the point where I’m getting on medication to keep from harming myself. I have an appointment this Friday to go back on meds, and hopefully it will help. I haven’t been able to write, and when I do, I end up deleting everything and then hating myself for deleting everything which makes me more depressed which makes me not want to write. It’s been… a really bad cycle of events and a lot of personal drama I won’t get into, but I’m… going to get it fixed.
So in short, I guess, it’s still going to happen, but until I get some shit straightened out, I just don’t have time or means. Sorryyyyy
Rules for my new readers: you have to commit a crime & tell the arresting officer I made you do it. Helps me sell books.
You heard the man. *hands out spray paint* Now go tag some penises on those buildings over there and tell them it’s going to keep happening until Ellis finishes “Fell.” Go on.