So, internets, I sort of got the GK/AI crossover up to 16,000 words last night. Parts I and IV are written in their entirety (yeah, I don't get my brain either), part II is partially written and completely storyboarded, part III is almost completely storyboarded, and I still have to start storyboarding part V.
SHIT, BRAIN, GET IT TOGETHER.
*ahem* Anyway, I decided to post a little snippet of part IV as a cookie for y'all and a "thank you" for everyone who's been listening to me bitch about this fic for so long.Title
: Take These Sunken Eyes (And Learn To See)Author
: Gen, or Tunny/EG if you tilt your head and squintRating
: PG/PG-13 (just to be safe)Summary
: Tunny gets sick in the middle of recovering, and gets a little TLC from a rather...extraordinary source.Author's note
: I guess this could stand on its own, but this scene is meant to serve as something of a companion piece to Blackbird
(which is the same scene from Grace's POV) so it's probably better to read them both. looleebelle
is pretty much a goddess for putting up with my various neuroses without strangling me (and even betaing my stuff anyway).( When Tunny starts to get a cough... )
So yeah, hopefully someone out there got some enjoyment out of that. Comments of all kinds are, as usual, both welcome and strongly encouraged, even if they're simple "I liked this" or "Shut up and gtfo the internet" type comments.
In other news, I went to the doctor today just to get my BC script updated again and wound up waiting for a solid fucking hour
in a waiting room with multiple screaming children. This, given the migraine I've had since last night, meant I was pretty much in my own personal tenth circle of Hell.
On the bright side, I lost fifteen pounds since I last checked a month ago, and am now safely in the "normal" weight range for my height AND my blood pressure is normal (instead of being all fucked from my meds like it was before) \o/
This post brought to you by Tunny and the boys
because I miss Stark and his stupid adorable face
"Film lovers are sick people..." -- Francois Truffaut (sadly true in my case...)
P.S. - ASkars is still in New York. STILL. My inner tinhatter is probably going to rupture something soon from all this squee.