Quite unexpectedly, I started working a full-time, temporary (for probably a couple months, but no one really knows) job at the beginning of February. This is good, because I’m broke and this is usually the brokest time of the year for me, when all my other jobs are slow. But I haven’t worked a full-time office job outside of my home since…eesh, 2011…and it’s kinda kicking my ass. Also, while my job has many good qualities, being able to do non-work things on the internet is not one of them.
So that’s why the blog and fic output have been fairly quiet for the past month. Starting this week I’m only going to be working 4 days a week, which I hope will give me more time and energy to write things, because I have unfinished stories and outstanding fic commitments, and I miss it.
The more chapters a fic has, the MORE YOU NEED TO COMMENT.
I’m looking at all these fics with lots of kudos, lots of hits, lots of subscriptions I’m sure, and then *crickets* at an update. IF THERE ARE SAY 100 PEOPLE SUBSCRIBED, WHY ARE THERE ONLY TWO COMMENTS?? Let’s say only 10% of the people still read it. That’s ten comments that should be there.
Too shy or worried or blah to comment? Here’s some copypastes for you:
I love this chapter so much.
I love reading this fic.
I think about this fic a lot.
It makes me happy when I see there is an update.
This story is so intense and well-written.
I’ve been following since the beginning and it’s better than I imagined.
I’ve fallen in love with your characterization.
*quote your favorite part* This is my favorite!
This fic made me think about a lot of things.
I’ve learned some things about myself reading this story.
This is my favorite fic of all time.
I reread this all the time.
This is absolutely delectable and I love it.
Use one! Use all! There are endless possibilities! Don’t feel pressured to write an essay. Just say that you are still here and you’re happy!
It would be preferable for you not to say
Can’t wait for the next chapter!
It’s ok when combined with other things, but if that’s all you say…..? We’re looking for love on the hard work we just posted
When you post your first chapter/oneshot, you worry: “Is anyone reading it? Does anyone like it? PLease someone, anyone!?” and you wait for people to come into your space.
When you post your Xth chapter, you already know that people are reading it, there’s already a crowd gathered. Even if it’s only a few people, you know that they are there. “Does no one like it? What’s going on? What happened? Everyone loved it before?? I thought?? Did I mess up?”
NOT COMMENTING ON A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC IS LIKE GOING TO THE THEATRE AND NOT CLAPPING BETWEEN SCENES. LIKE THERE IS NO APPLAUSE AT INTERMISSION.
everything is awful right now, but please don’t give up hope. we are not alone.
i know this is hard for a lot of us but not everyone is a fighter and that’s ok.
if your heart is soft and kind, that is a gift. don’t let the harshness of the world harden it. protect it. nurture it. kindness will allow us to heal when the fight is over.
in the days to come we will need the caring hearts just as much as the warriors. the growers as much as the destroyers, and the places of quiet to retreat to to help us build something better than what is.
so protect each other, heal together. create safety around yourselves and resist the tide of cruelty that will come.
be strong, be safe. I love you.
I know I’ve been relatively quiet for MONTHS, but hopefully that changes now.
So, as most know I moved to Portland Oregon a little over a year ago from Asheville North Carolina. Since then I have traveled to Thailand for surgery, been featured on a news blurb thing through barcroft media, and…. that’s about it. I picked up a full-time job as a meat wrapper at Fred meyer immediately after returning from Thailand. I did my best to stick it out, but to be perfectly honest my PTSD and depression got the best of me. I ended up quitting during the Christmas rush because I couldn’t handle the number of people treating me badly every day. I know that sounds silly, but I’ve also never worked in retail before, and working in the meat department of the busiest Kroger store in the country during the Independence day, Thanksgiving, and Christmas rush was not good for my mental health.
Since then I have managed to get enrolled in vocational rehabilitation through the VA and now that the snow is finally cleared I’m starting classes for an AAS degree in website development and design (because my Art degree hasn’t exactly been getting me work in my field). I’m not entirely confident that this will do the trick either, but it will give me some breathing room to get my feet back under me and figure out my next steps as the VA will be paying my bills until the program completes.
In October, myself and my roommates/friends were forced to move from the house we were renting, so now instead of a basement in Sullivan’s Gulch, I’m in a subsidized apartment in Old Town. It’s beautiful, but there are literally hundreds of homeless folks in my neighborhood and crime is high. My car was stolen twice in a three day stretch from a lot that I had to pay 150 dollars a month for a spot in. Of course my car died for good last week and had to be scrapped, so now I’m dependent on figuring out public transportation to get to classes on three different PCC campuses in the greater Portland area. I still have my motorcycle, but it’s parked half an hour away in McMinnville because I don’t have anywhere safe to park it here, and it’s already had a gas cap stolen and a fender vandalized.
In spite of all this, I haven’t been completely useless. I’ve been trying to do some organizing with local folks to resist the coming Trump presidency and the republican regime backing it. Both @vortexsophia and I have been trying to teach self-defense classes to varying demographics (her to queer people and femmes, me to homeless women and sex workers) with varying levels of success. We’re short on equipment and facilities, but we’re trying. We’ve also been supplying folks that need it with pepper spray (we actually need to start reblogging the funding page again now that I think of it).
So. TLDR: It’s been an emotional, stressful, and hectic year. I’ve had some amazing experiences and some miserable ones. I just want to keep my followers updated (and perhaps offer some excuse for my long absences). Soon I’m planning to set up a patreon and will get back into making original artwork. I don’t currently have access to a forge, so I’m going to have to re-focus on two-dimensional art like drawings, paintings, watercolor, prints, etc. and maybe get into digital art. I also will be getting back into working on my book. I hope you’re all staying safe and warm and fed. Keep your chins up and your eyes open in the difficult days ahead. I’m rooting for you all and I’m going to try to be there for whoever I can, however I can.
Since in just a weeks time we will officially be in Gen 4, it’s time to announce that Asher is the Heir for Generation 4!
Asher will soon be 18, thanks to a time jump coming up, making him officially a Young Adult! And according to the rules I set for myself when I started this Legacy, that means it’s time to move onto the next Generation!
I hope you all enjoy what is coming up in Gen 4 for the Ortero Household! :) ♥
Note: I had this in my drafts waiting to post tomorrow (Monday) since that will be exactly a week until the first post of Gen 4 posts. BUT I already got a few messages asking me about it today. lol Soooo, here, you all can have this pretty post a day early. Gen 4 is SOON. Get hyped!
((heyo its mun againnn!! tragically going to be hiatusing this blog again, and this time its gonna be a loong one.
I’m gonna be participating in inktober this yr, and along with exams from late Oct to mid-Nov, I probably won’t be able to answer anything on this blog. As well as this, I’ll be travelling right after exams which probably equates to spotty internet as well.
Hopefully I’ll be back mid Dec, in time for Xmas at least? I’m sorry for the lack of replies to asks, but hopefully dec-jan break will give a chance for a lot of arting to be done.
the type of person who keeps quiet for months or years until one day something explodes out of them like “what about the $2.45 you owe me from march 17th 2012???” and youre like “why didnt you just say something??”
or theyll say something that very specifically attacks your biggest insecurities and it makes you feel like theyve been sitting in their room for days resenting you and coming up with the worst possible way to roast you
they have so many fucked up thoughts and wait so long to get them out that it just makes them darker and darker and darker and turns a small thing into something really serious
September rolls in and with it comes her parents’
anniversary - depending on how you counted, either their 35th or their 7th.
Emma and Henry decide they don’t much care which it is, it’s been quiet in
Storybrooke for months and they deserve a celebration that doesn’t come as a
bookend to another battle fought.
They talk of keeping it low key, but then Doc overhears them
and next thing Emma knows she’s watching her son and the dwarf hunch over
endless numbers of sketches of the town square replete in tents and strings of
lights. Granny drops by their table the following night, leaving behind menu
options and giving Emma a look that clearly conveys she isn’t going to brook an
argument about being involved. When Belle and Ashley follow with ideas for
table decorations and plans for music, she glances over to Killian who merely shakes
his and says, “no use fighting all of them, love.” It’s when Regina shows up at
the house though, purportedly dropping off a textbook Henry forgot, and
announces she’ll be providing the dessert – Nothing
with apples, I swear – that Emma knows it is of absolutely no use arguing
about keeping it small.
Things moved pretty quickly but you couldn’t bring yourself
to be put off by it.
After you’d become official
it had taken two months for Happy to officially move into your house, though he
kept his dorm room so you both had somewhere to sneak to on Friday nights.
By month three you’d met his mum and aunt a handful of times
and she had slipped Happy his grandmother’s ring and demanded grandchildren, he
acted funny for about a week after.
Life was pretty quiet after that until month six when you
walked in on him, Kozik and Tig torturing a Mayan for information in the
clubhouse when going to get a spare wench for the car you were working on.
Seriously who tortures in the middle of the day? You’d froze at the scene in
front of you, all the Sons watching you with worry in their eyes.
This is where relationships broke down; when significant
others saw what actually had to be done for the club. To their astonishment you’d
mumbled the first thing that came to mind: “Try not to be late home for dinner
I was going to cook you steak.”
You’d walked back out and returned to work.
It confirmed what Happy knew and by the
end of Month six you’d let him tattoo his crow just under your breasts so the
wings spread out under each breast. Jax was pleased because it meant that he’d
won the ‘tramp stamp tattoo bet’ against Tig and the rest of them were pleased
because it meant that you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, even if it was
still weird for them to see Happy so … affectionate
Tig spent two weeks after your tattoo trying to get you to flash him under the guise
of checking that your tattoo was healing properly.
Becoming an Old Lady hadn’t taken much on your part, you
were already friends with the club, you practically helped Gemma run TM anyway
and you’d never had an issue being around club business. You’d been part of enough
lock downs that any visiting Son already knew that if they needed anything they
should ask Gemma or you and all of them congratulated you when they found out
you were with Happy.
The only issue you had to face as a couple right now was the
rest of the Sons teasing you about your relationship.
Currently you were sat on a sofa at the clubhouse at one of the club parties,
you were tucked into Happy’s side with your legs over his lap and one of his
hands tucked under your shirt so that he could run his thumb along the crow he’d
put there. He had a drink in his other hand and you rested your head on him as
you yourself had already had a lot to drink.
The guys were sat on the other sofa surrounding you guys with Tig next on an
armchair next to you.
“Ugh you guys are repulsive.” Tig groaned and gestured at you both with his
smoke in hand.
Happy leaned down to your ear, “Bitch is just jealous anything he’s hitting
hasn’t got shit on you.”
“What you saying over there Hap? You wanna go?” Tig joked and you all laughed.
“You guys are only being so cutesy because you’re still in
the honeymoon phase. Once you marry her it all changes, sex goes out the window
and she’ll go fucking psycho.” Bobby laughed.
Then Happy knocked you all off your feet as he shrugged and stated confidently,
“I’m still gonna marry her.”
You spluttered on your own drink and you were fairly certain Tig had just spat
his drink all over Chibs if the Scottish man’s irate shouts were anything to go
by. All eyes were on you and Happy and you could feel your cheeks burning from
the embarrassment of the focus.
“What?” Happy asked simply as he looked around at everyone
staring at him.
A shit eating grin spread over Jax’s face, “There something you want to tell us?
You two engaged?”
You shook your head quickly and Happy shrugged, “Not yet.”
Your head snapped around at his almost confession, where the fuck was this coming
“Looks like it was news to Y/N!” Chibs laughed, well they were all laughing but
you were too focused on the sincerity that you found in your Old Man’s face to
pay them any attention.
He honestly believed that you would get married and logically it made a lot of
sense to you, you had his crow for fuck sake but there was something about
hearing the pride and certainty in his voice that made you swoon.
Someone or something had to ruin it and this time it was
Juice as he jumped up from his seat and started to play Single Ladies by
Beyonce on his phone. The guys were laughing at him soon as he started to dance
and sing loudly ‘Happy liked it so he put a ring on it’. Jesus, what the fuck
had he taken tonight?
You pressed your face into Happy’s chest to hide from the Son’s laughter and
tried to ignore the rumble in your Old Man’s chest as he laughed with them.
“You feeling any better today Mrs. Lowman.” Tig teased.
You were currently crouched on the floor with your head in your hands, you
raised your head to glare at him and tried to ignore the way your stomach
protested, “Do I look any better? And stop it with that Mrs. Lowman bullshit.”
You hissed and put your face back into your hands.
You’d been sick for past week and even before that your
hormones were all over the place and you were just generally achy. You were
also mad that Tig would now only refer to you with that nickname even though
you and Happy hadn’t approached the subject since he’d so casually mentioned it
two weeks ago at the party.
“Grouchy.” He mumbled before dropping himself down so that he sat on the garage
floor beside you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and snuck his other
hand through your defences to press it against your forehead.
“Come on Doll it’s been too long now to just be a head cold,
come on I’m taking you up to the hospital.” He rubbed your back with one hand
and gently pulled you up with the other. The movement made your stomach flip
and you rushed out into the yard and doubled over like you were going to throw
up. The most you could manage was to spit. Gross, yes, but better then puking everywhere
Tig had taken that time to slip out of his overalls and pull
his cut over his t-shirt and jeans and was guiding you to one of the trucks
they’d sometimes take on runs with them. He left you in the passenger seat as
he jogged into the office.
The last thing Gemma expected to come through the door was a
mad eyed Tig dressed in club gear but she hadn’t time to raise an eyebrow at
him before he rushed, “Ma I need you to call Hap and tell him I’m taking his
Old Lady to the hospital, she’s not looking so hot.”
“Keep us informed!” You heard Gemma shout as Tig jogged out to you.
“Did you just get her to call Happy?” You glared weakly at
him as the pair of you took off, it would barely take any time at all to get
there with his driving.
“He’s worried about you.” Tig reassured and you resisted the urge to kick him,
you didn’t want him worrying Happy when he was out doing god knows what. All you
knew was that morning he dropped you off at TM before taking off dressed in his
Cut, he’d tell you later you were sure.
It felt like you had been in hospital forever. Tig was surprisingly helpful, to keep you distracted he
perched on your bed and messed up your hair, he found some old magazines and
took the quizzes in them with you and read you the ‘sex position of the week’
from each one and claimed that he had done them all.
He’d had to disappear to take a call from the guys at one
point, he let you know that’d given Bobby a run down to give to Happy and that
Happy was…well… unhappy with you right now. He hadn’t wanted you to come to
work in the first place.
You were lucky that Tara had been on shift, as soon as he
caught sight of Tig dragging you in she’d put you on her rotation and done the blood
tests. When she came back in the room, clipboard in hand Tig jumped up and
asked, “So what’s the verdict Doc? She gonna live?”
Tara gave a tight nod as she looked at you, “I believe we’ve found the answer
to your issues but maybe you would like some privacy? Get Tig to wait outside?”
Tig looked at you and raised his eyebrows letting you know
it was your call.
You shook your head and tried to ignore the sense of
impending doom, “No, no Tig can stay.”
At the declaration he came over and held your hand. Where was this guy when
your family was dishing out brothers?
Tara nodded, even if she didn’t look convinced, and turned the clipboard around
to face you before stating, “You’re pregnant.”
“I thought you’d broke my hand.” Tig mumbled awkwardly as
you were leaving the hospital. You had freaked and squeezed a hold of his hand
why shouting at Tara, how could this happen? She tried very hard not to be sarcastic
at you and assumed you were stressed because you were about to be tied to a psycho
killer for the rest of your life.
When in reality you were stressed because what if the psycho
killer didn’t want you anymore? You and Happy had never spoken about children,
you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about marriage and you knew for a fact that
Happy wanted that.
You said nothing until you got back to the truck when you
started to cry. You didn’t need to see Tig to know he was panicking as he
wrapped his arms around your shoulders.
It was hard to talk between the hiccups and the gasps for breath, “What if he
He shh’d you, “No no no baby girl, he couldn’t do that to you. He wants to
marry you remember?”
As if he knew he was being spoken about your phone buzzed in
your pocket as Happy phoned you. You pulled it out and looked at the background
picture of you in his lap at one of the Samcro parties. You declined the call
and dropped it in your lap.
“I want to tell him face to face.” You mumbled at Tig’s questioning look.
Tig’s phone began to ring not half a beat later, he took it out of his pocket
and showed you that it was Happy calling, “Look I’m gonna let him know that I’m
taking you home. I won’t tell him anything else I promised.” He pinched your
cheek playfully like the strange guy that he was before slipping out of the
truck and answering the phone when he’d gone a far enough distance away.
“Look Hap, you’re worried I get it but I’m taking her home
now to rest up and then you two can talk about it later.” Tig reassured over
the phone to his brother. He watched the traffic in front of the hospital, two
black cars where speeding up one behind the other.
Something wasn’t right.
He didn’t hear what Happy was saying as he dropped the phone and started to run
towards the truck yelling for you to get out.
You heard Tig shouting at you, you turned to look out the
back window as a car skidded to a halt in front of the truck and one behind. A
group of guys jumped out. White. Skin head. Nazi tattoos.
Your door was ripped open and you were yanked out by your
arms and hair and dropped onto the tarmac with a gun pointed at your face.
You looked up to see Tig in the same situation except his
face was bloodied, he’d clearly been trying to get to you.
“Whats –” You were cut off by a strong backhand which sent you further to the
ground and your head spin. You could hear Tig shout angrily and you spat up
“Do you know who her Old Man is?!” Tig was snarling now.
“We know exactly who her Old Man is, why the fuck do you think with bother with
a Son whore otherwise?” The guy who’d hit you sneered and you felt him press
his boot into your back pressing you down. You yelped in pain and Tig struggled
further against the two guys holding his arms back.
You were outside the front of a hospital. How could this
You yelped again as you felt him kick the side of your head
and then you knew nothing.
“We need to find her man, and quick, or we’re looking at a
slaughter on a scale we can’t comprehend.” Bobby advised as they stood around
Tig’s hospital bed. They’d shot him in the shoulder as a warning and then
kidnapped you as the police had shown up. The guys had shown up five minutes
later as Happy had sped away from their meeting after hearing the end of Tig’s
They watched warily as Happy prowled up and down at the end
of the room behind a very tense Juice who was trying his best to get any info
given the descriptions Tig had given them. Saying that Tig hadn’t been too much
help, they’d given him some hella strong pain meds and he was drooling, mumbling
Tara slipped into the room and all eyes landed on her, they
already knew Tig was going to be fine so this had to be about you.
“You guys find anything?” She asked solemnly.
Jax shook his head, “We don’t even know why they took her, we’ve got no beef
with the Nords right now. And if they were watching the hospital and waiting,
why go after Y/N and not you or Tig?”
Tig rolled his head slightly and slurred, “After her.”
“What?” Happy snarled moving from behind Juice and rushed next to Tig’s side.
Tig swallowed a few times as though he was trying to find space in his mouth
for the words, “They took her because of Happy.”
Happy already felt as though his world was crumpling away.
You’d been taken, he had no idea what state you were in or what they wanted. If
they were trying to scare the club or if this was serious threat to your life?
Now finding out it was to hurt him? He was desperately clawing at his sanity to
try and keep some of it intact. He wanted nothing more to shove his hands into
the stomach of the man who did this and rip him into two pieces.
He craved blood and anger and ripping skin but worst of all he craved the
little sigh you made when you fit just right into his arms so that he could
rest his chin on your head. It was that thought alone that kept the animal in,
the complete and soft way that you brought out the human in him.
“Woooorse.” Tig drawled out.
“Worse? How could it be worse?” Chibs asked as he dragged his hand down his
face. God this was a fucking mess.
Tara cleared her throat to get their attention and all the
Sons watched as she looked down before whispering, “Its worse because she’s
As a 30 year old on this stupid blog website thing, I throw down the gauntlet and say to my followers:
if you are also an Adult
™, please let the minors and young adults in your life know that you are a Resource. That you are willing to come pick their drunk asses up from parties, that you will let them sleep on your couch, that you will buy them a breakfast burrito in the morning and only be *moderately* slightly disappointed in them afterwards.
Because they have parents and guardians, but you have a responsibility too damn it. And that responsibility is to be the same 20s/30s year old person that bailed YOUR ass out of trouble when you were that age, or at least to the people that you had wished for when you were that age.
taylor is quiet for months and then all of sudden she does a surprise concert then goes back to being quiet then drops a single and comes back online for a night then goes silent again for a month then pops up in missouri and surprises the hell out of a 95 year old fan and his family then pops up back on tumblr for one night