Title: In A Month Of Sundays

Pairing: Usutu/Matt

Rating: Pg-13

Word Count: 4001

Summary: Matt just wanted to start a peaceful, quiet life on the farm. So he doesn’t understand why someone who barely speaks to him can get his feathers so ruffled all the time.

A/N: This fic was requested by an anon at the Summer Matt-a-thon. I hope it was what they wanted. Thank you to my awesome beta kethni for going over this for me.

 

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For people who don't have Twitter (and those who do), I have a bit of explaining to do.

Since the end of June, I've been having a lot of trouble sleeping. Even when I did finally pass out, I wasn't getting any rest. So I've been going to the doctor's, having sleep studies, and getting labwork done, etc. I also went out on short-term disability. A few days ago I went back to the doctor's for a followup. 

They found growths in my thyroid.

We don't know what  it means yet, and I have to wait until October to find out if it is spreading or not. On top of that I have severe sleep apnea that they want me to get surgery to fix, I am either diabetic or pre-diabetic, they want me to have lapband sugery, and they are changing my normal meds and giving me four additional ones to take, including something that is supposed to help me with weight loss and concentration issues.. They also suspect that there may be issues with my reproductive system.

I didn't really take the news very well at first, it was a little overwhelming.

But I do understand that I have to keep my chin up, take it one step at a time, and do what I can so that things don't get worse and I end up having a stroke in my sleep.

I'll just have to wait and see what October brings. In the meantime, I will do my best to catch up with everything and everyone. *bows deeply*

No matter how talented we are, we've all got things we're miserable at. And usually we don't write/draw these things, because we're miserable at them, but delusions of competence are for losers, right? Here's your chance to ask me for something I'd never produce if I had any sense at all.

1) Request something I'm terrible at and usually avoid at all costs! You may get a doodle, a drabble, a whole fic, or a sixteen part saga full of sturm und drang: how MUCH I suffer is up to me.

2) Fair's fair--post this same offer on your journal, and get ready to gnash your teeth and rend your garments! Make sure to include a list of things you're terrible at (perhaps you've hidden your fail well!), AND (this is important!) a list of things you REALLY don't want to write. Making me suffer is one thing--making me rage is something else.   only if you want

Go people. Throw it at me. ^_^

ETA: Things I am bad at: pure fluff; pure action, healthy heterosexual relationships...*cough*, violence.

So I saw this awesome meme by toestastegood and I really had to give it a shot because it looked like such fun. And then I spent a half hour trying to narrow down my damn list, argh. But I made the final cut, and I'm pretty happy with it. ^_^

Here's how it works:
1. Cut a hole in the box.
2. Post a list of your five favorite acts/kinks/themes/tropes to read about. Check out this list if you need some inspiration. At the bottom, add what fandoms/pairings you're interested in.
3. Go HERE and post a link to your list. Read other people's lists.
4. Write comment-fic (or longer pieces) based off of other people's lists. Post either the fics or a link to the fic in the person's post.

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I swear I will post something normal soon. Like maybe later tonight, idk. Off to dinner and then writing for other folks.

This was a fun little meme I snagged from tiptoe39

1. Answer each of the questions below using Flickr Search.
2. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
3. Copy the URL of your favorite photo into this site: bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php
4. Then share with the world.

01. First Name
02. Favorite Dessert
03. Hometown
04. Favorite Color
05. Celebrity Crush
06. Favorite Drink
07. Dream Vacation
08. Favorite Food
09. What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
10. What I Love Most In The World
11. One Word That Describes Me
12. My LiveJournal Name
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While I'm waiting for lunch to arrive, I figured I may as well do a quickie update. Where to begin:

1) Snowmageddon Part Deux: SNOMFG.

We really do not need any more snow, thank you weather gods. I know I have a bias; I could really do without snow at all. But this is ridiculous, and besides, I kind of went sandwich crazy during my combo surgery recovery/ snow-in, so now I'm running out of bread. This is *tragic*.

2) Wannabefoodiesay WHUT?

Speaking of food, I don't know why, but I got the crazy idea to attempt making a Chinese New Year menu. I blame the blogs, the real foodies just make it seem like so much *FUN* (I have a weird idea of fun, blech) and so I get excited and caught up in it...I don't know if it's going to work with the ADDITIONAL snow we're getting this weekend. But I want to try. Or at the very least, I'll bake a cake or something. Whatever. What I''m trying to figure out is what the hell happened to some of my pans. It's like they vanished, and I'm sure this is not the universe's way of saying I need to buy more cooking hardware. Cause I don't. Nope,

3) Remember, it's only a game.

I proved to be the biggest crybaby wuss on the planet last night. There is a point when you are simply *too* emotionally invested in a character, and I think it comes when the game ends its very last session on a dramatic note, and you spend half the night awake *crying* because your character is heartbroken over the loss of an NPC. What is this, I don't even.

We'll, time to scarf down this food and get back to work.

Had the surgery on my leg yesterday, everything went well and it was done in a jiffy. Now I'm just letting the oxycodine do it's thing. Life is good for now. Have to go to the store before the massive blizzard thingie hits, cause that would suck balls if we were stuck with no food. Yikes.

I really am a twisted individual. Ran my Scion game last night, which took on the theme of B-movie sexploitation action movie D&D crazyness. I put my poor players in a world filled with cruel Amazonian man-hating spider women.

The males of the party were put in a D&D generated dungeon filled with guards and terrible centipede monsters (which made a sound I described as a weasel being shoved in a turned-on grabage disposal) and tall, magical blue people (the tallest of which they named Papa Smurf, much to my amusement). They had fun action movie times, filled with cursing and throwing grenades at things, as well as ending up an a Magnificant Seven situation.

The sole female of the group was seperated from them, and the poor girl was recruited to join their ranks. She chose instead to win back her male party members as sex slaves through a trial by combat and ended up doing this sort of gladiator fight to the death. All in all, it was pretty awesome.

But made me really warm and glowy inside, is that after the game was over, my players started talking about their characters, and how they felt about things, and things the characters wanted to do. They spoke of writing fics, drawing fanart...I got a little choked up.

They had fun, and liked what I did as a DM. It really brought a smile to my face.

I think I want to try running an independant publisher's game, though I don't know what yet. Misery Bubblegum is the slowest to print game EVER MADE, and I've all but given up on the damn thing. Sigh.

I need to update more often. -_-