Happy New Year's, everyone! Or, happy pre-emptive New Years, anyway! I've been hanging out on the roof, watching the festivities and trying to decide whether we ought to go out in them or just continue chilling on the roof. Music's blaring from about six different speakers, but it's nice.
I've been thinking about back when I was human, which I guess isn't too weird considering the circumstances. I've been thinking about the way things could have turned out differently, for me or everyone else. And I'm glad they didn't. I'm glad I'm here right now.
...I get really sappy on New Years, okay?
And I've been thinking about us. All the weird stuff that's happened to me, all the bad stuff, I think I know why it's happening now instead of earlier. God knew I couldn't deal with it without you. He knew I couldn't do this without you.
I love you.
So. Happy Boxing Day, I guess. Sorry for not visiting everyone like I was planning to. Some stuff happened.
[Filtered to Good Christians]
So, did anyone have anything extremely weird happen to them on Christmas? Like, really, really weird?
Busiest Christmas Eve I've had for a while, which I'm not complaining about.
-A couple of hours at one of the homeless shelters, along with some people from work. I'm hoping I can talk to some of the homeless vets (of which there are still way, way too many) and convince some of them to come in and talk.
-Attend one of the church services.
-Paintball. Christmas paintball. With War.
-Any last minute shopping.
-Possibly ice skating and/or snowman construction.
-Dressing Basil in a variety of festive hats
And then I'll drop off presents tomorrow!
[It's two days before Christmas. His brother is missing a finger, his credit is in limbo, he's still waking up soaking wet from panicked nightmares. George figures now is as good a time as any to take Sebastian someplace nice.]
Sebastian! Get dressed up, we're going to the ballet!
Well, the good news is that I'm feeling a little better. Bad news is that apparently one of my credit cards got stolen. I have no idea when this happened, since I haven't left the house much the past couple of days, but I guess I shouldn't underestimate pickpockets. The bank has apparently decked itself with red tape, which has meant some fun phone calls and being put on hold a lot. Some of you might just be getting pictures of our cat in a festive hat as gifts.
How are you feeling?
[Private, viewable to Sebastian]
DADT is repealed. Finally. Finally. It's like some of the pressure in the back of my head is just gone. It won't make everything perfect overnight, but it's a start. Thank God.
[George wakes Sebastian up by jumping on him like a small child at Christmas and singing, to the tune of Happy Birthday:
'Happy feast day to you!
Happy feast day to you!
You got shot full of arrows,
happy feast day to you!'
He then presents Sebastian with the adorable little pincushion he found on the Internet.]
It's Sebastian's feast day! We plan to celebrate
with sex by staying safe, inside and away from the cold.
I gotta say, online shopping is a lot more relaxing than the regular kind. No crowds, no screaming kids, no rude salespeople and loud noises. Lying on the couch under a blanket is way better than trying to navigate the mall.
[Filtered from Demons and Hell People]
Also, um, if I snap at anyone, I'm sorry. Some stuff is going on right now, which I know isn't a very good explanation, but I don't want anyone to think I'm mad at them over nothing. I'm just kind of stressed.
[George is a little sleep-deprived and very nervous for reasons he can't quite place. He feels like he's being watched. To keep himself occupied, he starts texting people.]
[Text to Michael]
You are awesome. Just really great.
[Text to Saint David]
I need you to go hug Patrick for me. My Patrick hug sense are tingling.
[Texted to Sebastian, who is totally on the couch next to him]
It's Pearl Harbor Day. It's weird to think that it's been sixty-nine years since it happens. As cliche as it sounds, I can seriously remember it all like it was yesterday. And every year, there are fewer and fewer people still alive who were there. Being immortal kind of sucks sometimes.
I should go to Hawaii sometime, for something not related to Pearl Harbor. I've been there a dozen times and never once on anything close to a vacation. I could even surf. I haven't surfed for twenty years, I wonder if I even still remember how to do it?[Viewable to Saints and Good Christians]
I wonder if the Opium mind-meld decreases with distance.
In case you were all lucky enough to avoid noticing, the Gruesome Twosome are back from Hell. I'd like to think they'd be smart enough not to start harassing any of us again after Gabriel and Michael curbstomped them, but...
Also, Patrick, remember how we were wondering who besides Satan and Lucifer might have a hate-on for you? The Morrigna apparently aren't your biggest fans.
[Private; viewable to Sebastian]
The worst part of being in a snit at Alcohol is that drinking away my irritation is out.
I'm slowly starting to feel like literally everything is alive, and passing judgement through their gods. It's making eating really weird.
'Pentagon finds that gays could serve in the military with no harm.'
This makes me happy. Not because it's news to me, but beacause there is a nice little study from the Pentagon to wave in the faces of the people who won't listen.
Look, I represent all soldiers, even the painfully homophobic ones, but I'm going to climb onto my soapbox for a minute because all I've had to eat is stale coffee and a poppyseed bagel and I'm not in a mood for stupid today. The problem with Don't Ask, Don't Tell is that it never worked the way it was supposed to. People asked, and people told, and soldiers who wanted to serve were kicked out. It turned the military into the equivalent of the Jr. High cafeteria, where if someone didn't like you, all they had to do was start telling people you were gay.
The Jr. High Cafeteria Model is not a good way to run anything.
The idea that we shouldn't fix something that's clearly broken because America's involved in two wars is also ridiculous. DADT needs to be gone because America's in two wars. There's always going to be heightened tensions and tense political situations. That's never going to go away. I've felt it gaining momentum since World War II. It'll have to be dealt with sometime, kids.
Also, please don't talk to me about tense political situations until you haven't slept for two months because the tension from the Cuban Missile Crisis and the surrounding Cold War crap was eating your brain alive and all you could do was huddle in a bunker and keep unloading and reloading your gun.
That's my mature response. My less mature response is
that I served in the Roman army, the one that conquered half the world. Would you like a ballpark figure of how many of those guys were fucking other dudes? less mature.
Could I talk to you?
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want;
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters;
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
You haven't heard any rumblings out the some of the Celtic deities, have you? We think some of them might be trying to hurt Patrick. And might have succeeded.
[Viewable to Saints, blocked from Michael]
I say we have Thanksgiving at Michael's place.
Satan, if we could avoid meeting for another 68 years or so, that'd be great.
Looks like I got my chat with Satan too. Listen, he works by making people paranoid, scared, and alone. Don't do what he expects you to do.
[He honestly didn't think he was ever going to take Opium up on the offer. It had been a simple deal: George and Sebastian give him enough power to get through the winter easily, and the opium addictions that would result are gone by spring. In exchange, Opium kept an eye out for any dangers headed towards the Saints through channels George wouldn't think to look.
George had actually been gearing to tell him that the deal wasn't happening. He didn't need Opium on top of everything else going on. But that all changed with Satan's visit.
George can't let Sebastian Fall. It would be the end of both of them. He needs to get Sebastian through the coming months intact, and Sebastian's got too much on his shoulders for that to be a guarantee. He's still struggling with the addiction, and as much as it pains George to admit it, the easiest way of saving him from that for now might be to stop struggling.]
[Private to Opium]
When would be a good time for us to come over?
[George is jittery, twitching at unexpected noises and almost snapping at people on a frighteningly regular basis. He prays that the PTSD symptoms don't flare up now, on top of everything else. Sebastian's still on edge too, and George doesn't know how to fix that, no matter how badly he wants to make Sebastian feel safe again.
But he can make at least one person happy, which would make him feel better too.]
Sent to Ate:
A combination knife and knucklebuster. Attached to it is a note, reading:
'Try to only use this on bad people?
To who ever invaded our apartment:
Cute. Very cute. It would be a good idea not to do that again.
We need to go grocery shopping. And, I don't know, get new locks. I'm worried about the cat now.
[A year ago, he'd have been at Arlington Cemetery already, walking the long, silent rows of white crosses and looking for names he recognized. There were always too many. He'd stare at the Tombs of the Unknowns, and every year bit his tongue to keep from telling someone, anyone who they'd been. No one would believe him anyway. He'd have stayed there for days, Veteran's Day stretching into a week, sometimes two.
But a year ago, he'd been alone, wandering the U.S. with visions of Iraq and Afghanistan slithering through his head. He'd had only the dead for company, and had honestly preferred it that way, flashbacks and PTSD both rearing their head. The silence of Arlington had been easier.
Now he has a family, a husband, and he couldn't go running away to brood alone in graveyards. It's so much better this way, and George doesn't feel the terrible, familiar heaviness as he lays red poppies on the memorials throughout New York. It's Remembrance Day in all the Commonwealths, and he feels connected to it all, a million different memories and soldiers flitting through his head like a stream. It doesn't make him sad, for the first time in a long time. He has people who need him, and a job to do.]
Happy Veteran's Day, everyone.
One of my appointments cancelled today, leaving me with a thirty minute block of nothing to to. I can't quite justify playing video games on the clock, so instead I started surfing Wikipedia. It was a long and strange trip ('puffball' stops looking like a word after this article) but I ended up searching through Google images for 'Saint Sebastian', because why not?
I'm honestly pretty amazed those paintings get past the porn filters. Just look at them. Subtle .Sebastian, why are there so many paintings of you hanging out with the baby Jesus? What was the art trend that made the leap from 'scantily-clad man tied to something and shot with arrows' to 'needs more baby Jesus' so easy?