we are not lost

Aubrey; also Birdie.
Student and writer. Polyamorous and really gay. Chronically ill.
Local queen of cait sidhe. Powered by caffeine, anxiety, and spite.
Apr. 8th, 2015 07:10 pm

Words!

mortalcity: Text: "We stopped checking for monsters under our bed when we realized they were inside of us." (OaS | DMA: Tegan)
Finished my first story for [community profile] rainbowfic! I'm just so glad to be finishing things recently and I need this to continue.

Crossposted fic to rainbowfic and onasaturday (OAS comm is locked but if you follow me here you're welcome to join). Fairies are terrible, but we all knew this already. Also Tegan is sad and needs all the hugs. (This is a backstory fic, so she does get them eventually. Just not from her family, but that's for the best.)

Idk if I'm writing today. I am ahead of schedule, I went out in the world for groceries, and people in RP-land are being ridiculous (one specific person, really), which has sapped the very last bit of care I have for today. I might just nest in game-building and video games?

Actual work again tomorrow.
mortalcity: Bucky Barnes, sliding down the highway (Marvel | all it took was a killing spree)
So today took an unexpectedly shitty turn in the form of a dude showing up at our door and handing us a piece of paper that says we have until the end of next month to move.

For reference, we are not actually renting this house. We're working with an organization run by a guy who is friends with [personal profile] actuallyclintbarton's parents, and they are renting the house and letting us stay in it while they help us with disability and therapy and figuring out how to support ourselves when we can't actually work most jobs because, again, disability. So we had no idea what was going on with this, and the only explanation the guy at the door gave was "I don't know, the grass is a little long... Anyway, we decided to go a different direction."

So we flipped out and called the people who actually handle our housing, and they said they'd sort it out. Apparently what happened is that the guy who owns the house went to the leader of the organization for counseling (they're a quasi-Christian org, but they don't push the religious stuff on us, so it's cool), did not like what he was told in this counseling, and flipped out and decided to punish him by... harassing all of the people living in the houses the organization is renting. Which... what a fucking tool, who does that?

(We later realized that he didn't give us an eviction notice, or a termination of the lease, it was specifically for non-renewal of lease. Which... the landlord bought the house in October, we moved in in November. Unless the organization is doing a month-to-month lease, which makes no sense at all, it hasn't even been six months, and it seems more likely they'd have gone with a year. We're pretty sure the landlord's full of shit, but not positive.)

But in the meantime, we've moved four times in the last year, I'm honestly a little traumatized over it and did not want to move again at least until 2016, even if it's just across town, and we have no control over what happens now. I hope the people who are actually in charge of our housing will work it out with this douche. I'm reasonably certain that if they don't, they'll find somewhere for us to live. But even so, I'm stressed out and terrified beyond belief and I have been on the edge of tears all night because I do not want to move again. Not until I can fucking leave Florida and go to somewhere not quite as awful. This is so mean and petty and awful I don't understand why a person would do that unless they're a literal sociopath, and I have been through too much fucking shit this last year and change. Not. Fucking. Again.
mortalcity: A blonde girl with a rabbit tattoo on her shoulder. (WG | a rabbit hearted girl)
Oh hey I still exist. It is a new year and this one needs to be better than the last, because another like that will kill me.

We are in a house instead of a trailer now, which is excellent, except that we are still lacking important furniture like bookshelves, neither the office or the bedroom door closes, and we are still waiting on someone to come to put curtains or blinds in the windows. My anxiety makes me feel like someone is always outside watching me at night, so that last part? Not fun.

Cut for drama and people being assholes, because not everyone wants to read that nonsense )

I am working on worldbuilding for On a Saturday (which is still being restructured, though I'm more sure of what I'm doing now) and Fairies Stole My Girlfriend, because apparently I can't write a single short story without an entire elaborate universe built up around it. (Mostly I just need to know what kind of fairy this minor character is, and a few background details about the setting my main character won't even know about in this story, but because I have to do everything from the ground up, I have to get other things in place before I can decide that. Siiiigh.)

...eventually this universe will have a slightly less ridiculous title, though I'm probably stuck with it on the wiki for the rest of time. I'm okay with that.