Edward did not remember how he came to the world. It was a mess of black, and red, and indescribable echoes of pain.
(He tries to think of it, to weed it out, but the memories slipped away from him like pearls of water that left him trembling, eyes dilated.)
He didn’t think it was a payment, nor punishment. Something pulled you here, they said. Magic.
Psh. /magic./ seior. Fate. Horse malarkey.
He was darkly amused that whatever thing—he refuses to say the m word—had found him and plucked him from time or death or wherever he had been, had brought his metal limbs. Even his subconscious thought of them, their significance, their painful memories were the only true limbs he owned.
Well, if it wasnt flesh, at least they were not the pithy wood and metal stilts, that even his adjustments could only do so much with.
Yay, Memorial Day weekend
So much alcohol. So many bruises in awkward places from HERE I HAVE THINGS IN THE BASKET I WILL SHOVE IT INTO YOUR SPACE SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO MOVE TO GET THEM.
Pleasant thoughts, thank you
Pardon break time and thumb still hurts from bruising on an air conditioning unit.
Your fandom weather report for the day: The sky is not falling, but you’ll want an umbrella, because we’ve got a heavy shitstorm settling in for the duration.
I have spent the entire day trying to come up with a coherent response. It’s such a massive topic that I don’t know where to begin - but coming on the heels of yesterday’s post about publishing & fanfiction (which was specifically about fanfic that gets the ‘serial numbers filed off’ before publishing), I felt an obligation to write a follow-up in the light of Amazon’s announcement.
You should probably read those links before you freak right the fuck out, because it’s totally okay to get outraged, here, but probably not for the reasons you think.
Now let’s dissect the likely reactions from all quarters and compare them to the actual facts:
This is important. I encourage anyone who publishes or writes, fanfiction or otherwise. It’s a really good post.