I just booked a cruise (for the first time in my life, don’t tell the other Backpackers or they’ll kick me out of the hostel next time) with my mom in October. I’ve got a MIGHTY NEED to be out of the country for a few days, and the Bahamas is a perfect opportunity to do something while saving money for a big excursion in the Spring.
But seriously, don’t tell them. It’ll ruin my credibility. ;)
It’s really hard to write Gaston as a three dimensional figure rather than as a generic twunt. The whole banging on Rumple’s door and waving a sword and a cliche thing just screams twunt.
Maybe he was better off being a rose.
It always helps me to think of him as well-intentioned. Even Charming pulls a sword on Rumple at a couple points, not from any real expectation of winning, but because that’s what he thinks he has to do. So, y’know, Gaston may be a bit simple, but he goes through the steps like he’s supposed to. I’d say, if anything, his biggest flaw (generically) is not being as single-mindedly clever or cruel as Killian.
The Summer of ‘69
WWII veteran Rum Gold watches the development of the Vietnam War, praying that it ends before his son is old enough to be drafted. As it continues unabated, he realizes he needs to take action and joins the peace movement where he meets a blue-eyed hippie who changes everything.
Warnings: War imagery, recreational drug use, stoned sex, PTSD
Rum Gold knew that the nonsense in Vietnam couldn’t possibly last all that long. It wasn’t even really a war- at least that was what the newsmen kept saying. How could it be? Twenty-four years ago they’d fought about everything there was to fight about. There could be nothing left.
He tried not to think about nineteen forty-five, but it chased him in his dreams. At least once a week he woke screaming to the sound of bullets and mortars only he could hear. That, however, was in the past, and he expected every day to hear that the soldiers in Vietnam would be coming home. That was good. Young men didn’t deserve the kind of memories he had.
I won’t lie, I was a little wary of reading this because it comes very close to the thematic content of a story I’m writing, and it’s not generally a good idea for authors to read stuff that close to home, lest bits and pieces sneak through in unintentional plagiarism. Still, I figured there’s not that much in common between the way you write vs. the way I write, and I read it anyway.
I thought this story was really sweet, and I love that you pulled some ensemble members instead of leaving it just focused on the Rumbelle. I thought it was a little funny that the story ended with a marriage proposal, given the content of the free-loving 60s, but it still worked for you since we know the characters so well.
Really? I thought that only old men got them, but, apparently, I was wrong
Anyway, I guess that means I’m bed-ridden until things… pass *shudders*, which at least means plenty of time for fics. I’ll put the next one up in a couple hours after I take a bath and get some sleep (remember that nap I took last night? Yeah, it turned into something more like me hobbling about in pain waiting for the hydros to kick in and then finally getting a few hours of sleep between 2 and 5am -_-).
Well you be careful! No caffeine, no salty foods, lots of water, citrus, and fiber, right?