#injustspring

I kind of like The Game of Life, it’s fun to put the tiny little peg people into the little cars. I feel like I’m so close to being a board game person but it’s very hard to gather people to actually play them

Ooooh I’ll go with Bitty’s room cause I’d love to answer that one!

Bitty’s Room: Tell me about your walls? Posters, no posters? Pictures? Blank? What’s the deal with your walls?

Ooooh good one!

Rumblefish- who do you look to for advice in times of need: My Dad haha. He’s very level-headed, and is a great impartial listener. And he gives really good dad-vice

thanks for asking! hard to reply although, description and narration aren’t my forte - I just sprinkle dialogue everywhere 

It’s totally plot-spoilery, but the end of Gothy of the Cemetery, when the fairy tale style tries to conveys what happened and it gets lost in the way

Less spoilery, the factory scene of The Providence of Eric Bittle. Lots of researches here to try to describe the place as well as I could, and here is the beginning of the scene:

Eric and Shitty decided to check the factory first. Mr Bickerstaff had talked about wanting an article on the developing textile industry of the city, on all the factories growing and growing along the canal – so the following day, he was quick to agree with Eric’s proposal on visiting one, and Eric went immediately to the telegram office to send a demand to the director of the Zimmermann factory to come visit as soon as possible. The reply came during his lunch break; he was welcome the following morning to talk with the foreman and the director, but there would be no questions about the Jack Zimmermann situation, only about the factory.

That was good enough for Eric, who was just going to be here to look candid and divert the attention. He sent a telegram immediately to Shitty; all was going according to plan.

Apparently, as Jack’s friend and lawyer, Shitty knew the foreman and especially the director, and after the incident neither of them let him have access to Bob and Jack’s office in the factory, as there were sensitive documents in there. They didn’t have a key to access said office, but Shitty and his boss had been given one a few months back. The plan was for him to enter alongside Eric in the factory, slip away before Eric met with the director and the foreman, and for him to go to the office while Eric was interviewing them. He just needed to check if someone had gone to the office – which would have meant that Jack was alive and free to move, and he would probably have left a note too, because he knew that it was a place only Shitty could access.

Eric dared to hope the plan would work without any problem, because he for sure didn’t know what he was risking if they got caught in the middle of this stunt.

This morning, he was anxious when he went out of his apartment, he still saluted Mister Jacob in the stairs, who was coming back from the market, and Miss Elizabeth, still at her window. He walked all the way to Market Place, as usual, but instead of going in the building where the newspaper office was, he stopped at one of the stands to buy an apple to eat on the way, and he continued to walk North, along the canal. The factory was one of the numerous buildings that got built in the past years near the water; most of them were making textiles and clothes.

You know, I really love 52 Hertz. It’s not my most well known fic in this fandom, but it’s the one I enjoyed writing the most. Even if the concept is a solid OMGCP trope —  Jack not coming out to Bitty and spending the next few years playing catch up — I still catch myself going back to pull some inspiration for new things. If someone leaves a nice review I’ll find myself rereading a whole chapter just because.

(The snippet below was cut for pacing but here’s a ‘deleted scene’:)

“Deadspin’s saying you walked out of negotiations,” Bitty snaps his laces tight and looks up at Jack from across the locker room. “Coach texted in all caps, practically a family emergency. Is it true? You headed for greener pastures?”

Bittle may be the only one speaking but every ear in the room is tuned awaiting Jack’s answer.

“There’s a clause in the new contracts that stipulates you can be traded or released for unspecified behavior unbecoming of the franchise,” Jack explains, loud enough everyone in the room can hear. “I was just just trying to get some heads out of asses before I sign my life away.”  

“That’s just a reworked HR thing,” Shoresy explains. “My agent said it’s normal.”

Jack doesn’t miss the way Bitty stiffens in his stall.

“Yeah, no, he’s right, it’s not that normal,” Bitty grumbles, pressing the heel of his skate blade into the flooring. “It’s probably because of me. The gay thing.”

No one has a palatable response because they’re all professional hockey players who know better than to comment on social subjects they’re not briefed on. Jack appreciates the calm. Bittle does not.

“Jack, hang back for a sec,” Bitty asks, helmet in hand, waiting until they’re alone to ask, “Did you really refuse to sign?”

“Yeah, because it’s bullshit.”

“Why? Why would you do that?” Bitty rushes, fidgeting. “They’re going to think this has something to do with you. People will speculate—”

first... BIG SHITTY CONVO?!?!?! YEEEEEEEEESSS. I so cannot wait to meet this version of Shitty!  And thanks for the ask! :D 

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Oh maan. Is it a copout to list three things?

Assuming that having zero obligations also means that I have a sitter for the kids then: read, write, or listen to a podcast. All of these things are so much easier without my kids around. I suppose I could and do listen to podcasts when doing chores if both are napping, but also sometimes it is nice to just sit and do nothing and listen. 

But my two big ones? Tied because it honestly depends on my mood at the time/day is write or read. I miss being able to read a novel in a day. I miss just having hours to myself to read as much as I can. I know I’ll get that time back when my kids are older, but like, fuck I miss it so much now sometimes (until the mom guilt settles in and I admonish myself for it). 

Same with writing. I miss having hours at a time to dedicate to writing. I usually end up writing when I do get time to myself, so the miss is not as intense as it is for the reading, but oh man. 

Then if we are talking a lazy day with the kiddos? It is being snuggled up together on the recliner while I read to them or we just talk. Or play games together with my son making up all the rules to the games and confusing me.