Fandom: Merlin (Harry Potter AU)
Summary: Harry Potter AU. sometimes it sucks, being a squib at Hogwarts. Arthur's doing his best to keep the (lack of) magic secret, and is worried what his best friend will think if he finds out.
A/N My first entry for comment_fic and doubled up for 079: loyalty in 100_tales
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So last night we took my yearly photos of my right leg to show the deterioration (if you don't know me from anything other than games I twisted my ankle in 2003 when I was 11 and caused a nerve damage that has since spread through my body). It was quite shocking to compare them to last year's photos and see how much has changed. I tried to pair the photos up so they could show along side each other, but I couldn't make it work (If you have the time and would like to help please pm me, I would like them for my personal medical records if nothing else).
I've never shared anything like this before, and last night when I was laying in too much pain to sleep I realised why. I was ashamed. But it's not my fault. Why should I be ashamed? I hid my disability away from public eyes for YOUR sake, not mine. And I'm fed up of doing it! I'm fed up of people saying I seem mentally fine so they doubt my disability.
If you saw a soldier who'd had their legs blown off in a bomb blast you wouldn't tell them to hid it, that is was a disgrace, because it's not their fault! And I shouldn't have to either! It took me meeting a neighbour of mine (who will remain nameless unless he wants to come forward) to realise this.
So from now on you will hear about my medical problems, not just me saying "I'm having a bad week". And if you don't like it I'll be happy to give you unfriending instructions!
This is ME. DEAL WITH IT!
I will warn for large pictures under the cut, but I won't warn for graphic images as such, although you may not want to eat anything pastry based while looking!
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Finally I would like to say I have done this because I am fed up of hiding away in a corner, but also because I know some of you out there have disabilities, and I think it's important we don't hide. I'm sorry if these images upset you, please feel free to ask any question you want. Also, if you know of a community where these may be suitable please let me know
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Title: Are Mountains made of Trees?
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Challenge: written for challenge 253: Moving Mountains at tw100
Summary: There are always repercussions
Notes: Slight spoilers for end of season 1 and start of season 2. This is my first drabble here, I hope I did it right!
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So I know most of what you've seen from me in the last 3 months have been posts with original fiction drabbles for a challenge called 100 drabbles of summer. For those of you sick of these you'll be glad to know the competition ends tomorrow
I never dreamed of getting all 100, I aimed myself at 50 but had hopes of reaching 75. as you may or may not know I've been ill to the point of only being able to get up for a few hours a day, and some days not at all, so around half way through I kind of gave up. But through the help of some fantastic friends who threw ideas, prompts and images at me as of just now I wrote my fiftieth drabble! I met my goal, which I think is pretty damn good for feeling like crawling in a whole and dying!
This also means I have written 5000 words of fiction of my own making in this time (plus almost that many probably got deleted), I got to know my characters better, I got more ideas than I could ever fit into one novel, and most importantly I proved to myself that I can still reach my goals by doing little and often, I just have to break it down into smaller stages.
I aim to keep my journal active from now on, not let it fall into a slumber again. I'm not sure what I'll do, maybe review some of the autumn shows starting back up, maybe enter the odd fan fiction competition, and maybe just rant at you!
And finally I would like to thank my wonderful friends Jennifer and Denise who dragged me over my personal finish line with hours to spare. Even when I sent them neurotic emails in the middle of the night they dealt with me and got me back on my feet.
So thank you ladies, you are true friends.
written for 100 drabbles of summer 2012
I kicked my feet, stretching to touch the tip of an incoming wave as I sat on the beach wall. I grinned, poking my tongue through my teeth as my dad came over with an armful of hot chips. Our special day at the beach, just me and him, he did this with all of us. Spent proper time together like families in those old Christmas stories.
He handed me a tray, we both tucked in in silence, we didn't need to say anything. Even with a heavy dosing of sand the chips filled our stomachs to match our hearts.