Heavy In Your Arms

Current Read/Listen: Between Floors by WR Gingell

Current Writing Goal/Challenge: 1500 words a week.

Writing Masterpost (under construction, links coming as scenes/chapters are cleaned up enough to share)

I do not use AI in my writing, please do not feed my work into any kind of AI program/software/whatever.

“Constantly Hungry” being a symptom being my little poke at diet culture. They’re hungry/thirsty because they aren’t getting their caloric/hydration needs met.

All of these conditions are the result of very real needs not being met!

YOUR BODY IS TRYING TO KEEP YOU ALIVE IN A SYSTEM THAT’S ENGINEERED TO DESTROY YOU.

Survival of the fittest. The world is a vampire. There’s a ghost in the machine. Blah blah yadda etc. Metaphors aren’t fun if they aren’t ham fisted.

So I’m doing up a monthly and bi-weekly budget to SHOW HIM like, this is totally doable! I’m even accounting for what could go wrong!!!

What could go wrong?

1.) I lose my job—great! I have at least six months worth of expenses covered to find a new job!

2.) the bank collapses—and say even with the bank insurance something weird happens and we lose everything in the bank—I still have my job and can pay the bills!

3.) the bank collapses and I lose my job—babe, if that happens we’re screwed whether the new house is paid off or not! (But also THIS WAY I could FINALLY start putting together a cash buffer fund!!!)

4.) I die and he has to make the payments himself—HE CAN PAY IT OFF IN ONE SWOOP BECAUSE WE HAVE THE REST OF THE MONEY IN SAVINGS!!!!

I could finally stop worrying about money and he WONT LET ME.

Grrrr.

Maybe I just won’t tell him.

well it’s a metaphor, but for the purpose of the illustration the idea is that humans were created in God’s image but the reason we are flesh and bone was because we were supposed to take care of the earth and animals—this just takes it a step further and says humans were given the ability to take specific animals’ shape to better understand and empathize with them and get to fully experience all the different biomes.

after the Sin and Fall it was something that was mostly lost over the years, some people who took animal shape didn’t come back, and the belief arose you could get stuck so people stopped trying, then the belief arose it was a mark of sin or something you shouldn’t do, a lot of people were killed for it, etc etc.

I am having the most wonderful pre/mid apocalypse urban fantasy ideas about a family of Christian Werewolves NO MORE NEW STORIES STOP MAKE IT STOP I AM TRYING TO MOVE I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR A NEW THING TO EAT MY BRAIN

but like

It’s 2525–and the future is getting darker by the day, but there are still people fighting to make a world a better place…

this little boy runs away from his adoptive placement/children’s home and his social worker and a detective team up to find him and track him down to this motley assortment of homeless people living out of a handful of cars on the outskirts of a wasteland town—

and you think it would be simple, scan the kids chip, take him back…

Except the woman claims he’s her son, always has been (and yeah he does look a lot like the kid in her baby pictures) and they never got their ID chips for a religious exemption…

So Social Worker and Detective have to get a warrant to scan the kid for a chip—but in the time it takes to do that, the kid cuts his hand off.

(I know it’s a metaphor, hush, this is fiction, it’s ALL metaphor here)

And now they’re determined to take custody of him either way because of obvious either negligence or abuse, but the family scatters and now they’re off on a chase across the wasteland trying to determine who has the little boy and where they’re hiding him…

And like, the farther they get, the more dire it all seems—these people are nutters. Religion is one thing, but believing you can turn into an animal? And yeah, ok, having delusions and hallucinations doesn’t make you inherently dangerous, but the combination? Theres a very real and present danger they could convince the kid he’s a bird and he might try to fly.

But a series of misadventures eventually leaves them having to confront that somehow they’re actually the bad guys here. Just because you’re trying to help doesn’t mean you are, and just because you don’t understand someone’s faith doesn’t mean they’re wrong.

GROUP PHOTO!!! WHIMSY CORNER!!!!!

Sparklepants and Señor Tribble had great many long and difficult to pronounce words over both the cowboy hat and the fez but the bottom line is the cowboy hat doesn’t FIT Sparklepants so~

(The glasses are being shared much more amicably by Starchild and Snifty who are much more well-mannered.)

(Lovester, Crabbie, Shiney-Sandshrew and Octopretty are happy as they are.)