but hey i actually finished something for a change!

So Did I Ever Tell You How I Met Kara?

This is one for the “really, Sci, REALLY?” files.

So in 2012, I was not really doing well, on a couple of levels.  Looking back on it now, I was very depressed, I was in the process of cutting some toxix people out of my life and realizing that I didn’t have much beyond that toxic circle.  Which makes it very hard to keep from going back.  Because, hey, it was miserable, and I kept crying the entire way home from work three days out of five, but without it, I was…  Pretty much alone.

That spring, I wandered into Avengers fandom and wrote “Some Things Shouldn’t Be a Chore.”  I finished it, actually, in my hotel room at Anime Boston, and clutching my laptop in the back of the AMV recaps and as people filed in and out of the screening rooms.

That one fic changed the course of my life, in a few ways.  But something else happened that weekend, that I couldn’t have expected.  I met Kara.

She was in the last row of AB’s AA, and, she had Avengers stuff.  Now, keep in mind, the movie hadn’t come out yet, and this was an anime con.  Kara was pretty much the only one who had Avengers art that wasn’t bubble-breasted, dead-eyed drawings of Jean Grey and Psylocke.  And as we were chatting, I noted she had a print with Coulson.

And she pointed out that she had a little sketch book of Coulson doodles, and I burst out, “Oh my god, I am totally inviting you to my birthday party.”

(Sidenote: I said this because I am horribly socially awkward, HORRIBLY, and this is how I try to say ‘i like you we should be friends.’  Except, you know, NOT.  Because I am an IDIOT.)

And she just kind of laughed and said, unfortunately, she lived in Texas, so… She’d have to decline.  Which was, honestly, the best response one could hope to get for saying something that stupid.  So I took a card, and bought some prints, and walked away thinking, well, at least I’d never have to relive THAT embarrassment again.

A few months later, I’d published “SHIELD and OSHA Aren’t on Speaking Terms.”  And on my dash one day, someone had reblogged a picture of Clint clinging to a flying Roomba.

My flying Roomba.  Because who ELSE would do that?  And what was more, I recognized the style.  I went digging through my stuff from the con, and found the card.  Yes.  Sam person.  I know this artist.  I’d TALKED to this artist.  I’d completely embarrassed myself in front of this artist.

It took me two days of freaking out before I had the guts to send an ask that just said, “You have no way of knowing, but we’ve actually met.”  Luckily for me, she was just as socially awkward as I am and the phrase “I’m pretty sure I asked you to my birthday party” didn’t so much as phase her.

Kara’s been a big part of my mental health for the last few years.  She’s the one I text when my car breaks down, or when I’m having a panic attack in my bathroom at work.  She’s the one who listened to me cry about my grandma, and gives me pep talks when I want to give up on writing this nonsense.

She had some unplanned medical expenses, and she’s trying to raise some money to cover them.  You can see the MERMAID AND MERMEN prints she did for this HERE!  (Warning: Art NSFW because of breasts.  They’re very nice breasts, though!)

So here’s the thing.  If you can afford to help Kara out, either by buying a print, a shirt, or just dropping a donation into the link on her Tumblr of at least $5.00, forward me the confirmation email proving you’ve helped her out, and I’ll sweeten the pot by sending you all the Christmas Card Fics from this year.  This was the year I did relationships, so you’ll get Steve/Tony, Phil/Clint, Sif/Maria, Bruce/Betty, the Interns, DJ/Lucy, Thor/Jane and the general Avengers family fic. 8)

This applies, of course, if you’ve already made a donation or bought a shirt!  Just forward the confirmation email to sciwritesfic at gmail dot com, and I’ll send you a file with the holiday fics. 8)

Thanks, guys!

Rude Lady

Used clothing store person here. I had people stay after closing last night that left a mess in both change rooms, but I left it for this morning since I open and close it doesn’t really matter if I leave a mess.

This morning I come in and start clearing out the change rooms, I had finished one and moved on to the other. A lady comes in with two kids so I say, “hey I got some toys to play with.” And showed the kids the box of toys.

I continue cleaning out the change room and the lady brings like ten pairs of jeans into the uncleared change room. Whatever I’ll just sit behind the counter until she’s done.

She comes out and says, “the change room is really messy. I could’ve easily stolen something.” I go, “I was actually in the middle of clearing it. The other one was clean.” She quickly retorts, “are you the owner?” I bluntly say No and just hand her her things and wait for her to leave.

Her kids had left toys all over the store (parents always ask their kid to clean up or clean up after their damn kids). I go into the change room, toys in there and all the jeans she tried on spewed on the floor and shoved above the little hooks.

Idek this whole interaction just really rubbed me the wrong way.