media therapy

Loki

I’ve always loved the image, and always wanted to close his eyes. Out of nowhere today he demanded my attention, and I was more than happy to oblige. :)

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This picture brought me to tears…. No words can describe how Above & Beyond make me feel… And this is true for others as well. Through countless of songs and albums, I’ve enjoyed each and every song. Each having a meaning which we could all relate to and each being so near and dear to our hearts… Photo courtesy of Little Green Eyes Media.

Mad Spaced - Chapter 11 - “Can of Worms”

Oh, hello! I’m not surprised if anyone had given up on me; I had just about given up on myself. This chapter pretty much accomplishes what I intended, and it feels fairly finished, so I’m just going to post it! (There will be more to the story, though, in case that was unclear.) The style is a little odd, there are flashback bits that I’m not sure are 100% clear and effective, but blahblahblah. I know. Too much preamble.

Here are the previous installments, should anyone want to catch up or refresh your memory:

Last bit of business: I merged a couple of tag lists, because a couple of people hadn’t made it onto the last fic I posted. If you don’t want to be informed in future, feel free to opt out (I won’t be sad, I swear!) And if you’re not listed and want to be tagged when I write something (hopefully more frequently than once a month in future), let me know. 

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Without further bloody ado, here’s Chapter 11!

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Finn caught his reflection in the supermarket’s sliding glass doors, and started at the blonde shock on his head. He still wasn’t used to being re-bleached. He hurried inside to do a quick shop before heading home. On his way, he reflected that things had quickly gone back to their version of normal after the momentary tension that seemed to surround the hair dyeing evening a couple days ago. Of course, normal also included Rae feeling like crap every day she worked at Flaps.

He pushed the door to the flat open with the hand that had turned the key in the lock, his other hand gripped onto three carrier bags full of shopping. The droning voice of John McCrea filled the flat. Rae was in a duvet cocoon on the sofa, simultaneously singing along to Cake and watching French & Saunders DVDs, telly volume on low. She’d watched them so often, she had most of the sketches memorized. There was a pile of soggy teabags on the plate next to Rae’s favorite mug.

“Oh, dear,” Finn said aloud. “Rough day?” He recognized the signs of over-coping.

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