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I got such a great story for jukebox-fest I'm still feeling a bit swoony *_* Please please listen to Kentucky Avenue by Tom Waits then go and read Magpie's Wings (anonymous until reveals) and heap praise upon the author.
I'll take the spokes from your wheelchair and a magpie's wings
And I'll tie them to your shoulders and your feet
I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad, cut the braces off your legs
We'll bury them tonight out in the cornfield
My signup mentioned how the song "almost makes you feel like they could do it just from the power of childhood friendships and a boundless belief in magic" and the author's run with that and made this amazing vivid world full of magic and friend-love (and really excellent dialogue which I can never get enough of in fic) and it is just the best thing. Please read it!!
Or just read the whole collection (it's only the second year of the exchange and it's still quite small, only 51 stories all based on songs). I'm super pleased with mine as well and it's getting some nice comments so success all round. Everyone should sign up for this thing next year, it's such a great theme for a fic swap.
IN OTHER NEWS. My back is so screwed, omg. The earliest appointment I could get with a chiropractor/physio person was 8:45 on Monday morning so I'm still hobbling around filling myself up with painkillers and trying to find sitting positions that don't make me want to throw up -_- It's usually ok for a while once I'm comfy, but then I sort of forget I've knackered myself and move to get up or something and then agonyyy. Claire said I looked all crooked and I thought she was just being dramatic but actually when I stood in front of the mirror I could see my left hip is way higher than my right even though I felt like I was standing straight and it definitely wasn't like that before. Idk what's going on but I'm ready for it to fuck off now please. A week off work always sounds so nice but it's the worst, I'm so bored and I can't do anything except flail around in pain feeling sorry for myself. I did go in to work on Thursday because I felt slightly better than before, but by lunchtime I was almost crying just from sitting upright in a chair for four hours so I was sent home. AAUUGGHH. Really hope they can figure out what's up with me. I wish I knew how I'd done it, I don't remember lifting anything heavy or twisting myself funny. Just one of those weird things. Bonus fun times because my body hates me: period pains from armpits to kneecaps. Everything hurrrtttssss.
I'll take the spokes from your wheelchair and a magpie's wings
And I'll tie them to your shoulders and your feet
I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad, cut the braces off your legs
We'll bury them tonight out in the cornfield
My signup mentioned how the song "almost makes you feel like they could do it just from the power of childhood friendships and a boundless belief in magic" and the author's run with that and made this amazing vivid world full of magic and friend-love (and really excellent dialogue which I can never get enough of in fic) and it is just the best thing. Please read it!!
Or just read the whole collection (it's only the second year of the exchange and it's still quite small, only 51 stories all based on songs). I'm super pleased with mine as well and it's getting some nice comments so success all round. Everyone should sign up for this thing next year, it's such a great theme for a fic swap.
IN OTHER NEWS. My back is so screwed, omg. The earliest appointment I could get with a chiropractor/physio person was 8:45 on Monday morning so I'm still hobbling around filling myself up with painkillers and trying to find sitting positions that don't make me want to throw up -_- It's usually ok for a while once I'm comfy, but then I sort of forget I've knackered myself and move to get up or something and then agonyyy. Claire said I looked all crooked and I thought she was just being dramatic but actually when I stood in front of the mirror I could see my left hip is way higher than my right even though I felt like I was standing straight and it definitely wasn't like that before. Idk what's going on but I'm ready for it to fuck off now please. A week off work always sounds so nice but it's the worst, I'm so bored and I can't do anything except flail around in pain feeling sorry for myself. I did go in to work on Thursday because I felt slightly better than before, but by lunchtime I was almost crying just from sitting upright in a chair for four hours so I was sent home. AAUUGGHH. Really hope they can figure out what's up with me. I wish I knew how I'd done it, I don't remember lifting anything heavy or twisting myself funny. Just one of those weird things. Bonus fun times because my body hates me: period pains from armpits to kneecaps. Everything hurrrtttssss.