Kaz: looks like he could kill you, will actually kill you
Matthias: looks like he could kill you, actually a cinnamon roll
Inej: looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you
Wylan: looks like a cinnamon roll, actually a cinnamon roll
Jesper: sinnamon roll
Nina: would kill for a cinnamon roll

My mother is in a legal dispute with a government department, and yesterday, she was pretty cross about the latest interaction. She spent all of the evening crafting a two-page letter, in her words, “telling them what I think” and “in Grandma mode”. (My grandmother was notoriously litigious and known for taking councils, government departments, neighbours, and church leaders on whenever she felt they were in the wrong.)

I just sort of grinned and said, “You tell ‘em, Mum,” because she was obviously enjoying getting it all off her chest.

She printed it out, left it on the dining room table with the address and asked us to post it for her tomorrow, as she’d be working.

“Sure,” I agreed.

This morning, this is the note that accompanied the page on the table.

Given Mum is sixty-four and isn’t interested in and doesn’t watch superhero films (but knows that we DO), she’s scoring major cred right now. And we all found it pretty funny, so that’s something.

silvanoir:

[MY ART]  More stevebuckynat.  My ot3.  So it’s going to be 2 years between cap 2 and cap 3, both in the real world and the movie timeline.  Where was Bucky hiding (or rather why…)

and because my handwriting is terrible, the bottom thought bubbles say: “I mean I did shoot both my exes…AWKWARD.  Even thought it was Hydra that made me do it.  I’d never choose to, didn’t know if you’d understand that… This is still too awkward.  I want to hide for 2 more years…”

Me: I posted a thing! A story! I wonder if I have any hits!
Me: Don’t look. It doesn’t matter. Your story stands alone on its own merits whether or not anyone else likes it. What matters is that you trust yourself and your work.
Me: I wonder if I got kudos. Did I get a kudo? Is that the singular of kudos? Did I get one, yet? No! I have zero kudos! No one loves me! I’m awful!
Me: It’s been five minutes. The story is ten thousand words long. Give people longer than five minutes to read a ten thousand word story. Give people longer than five minutes to see that there has even been a story posted. Some people are at work. Some are asleep. Some are watching Orange is the New Black and eating corn chips. It’s okay if you don’t immediately get a kudos. Which is its singular form, though kudo as the singular is also an acceptable back formation.
Me: Everybody hates me.
Me: Jesus Christ.
Me: I’m awful. I’m going to go hide under the dinner table.
Me: It’s been six minutes. You need to give this shit time.