Sending out a separate shout out to a few followers who have either a-been with me from the start of the cray b-super supporters on AO3, twitter or here. Because you guys keep me going.
So thank you crazycat9449 tazrider pyrotechnician deathtodickens sapphoshands badwolfkaily @strongwoman62 samsaintjames grandhike hatikarat and ljcollison for always posting, recommending and reblogging my insanity. 100 chapters wouldn’t happen without you guys.
And here we are, the 100th chapter of the eternal au/guilty pleasure/hot mess that is the Vodka series. This is my sort of love letter to some of my fave fics of the fandom with shout outs to apparitionism @msdaphefielding, snakejuice gigi2690 ellabellbee @racethewind10 @webgeekist, @jon6lisa kla1991 Roadie (not on Tumblr) and the woman who pulled me into this fandom anamatics. Thank you ladies and than you fandom for your perusal of the never ending AU that is The Vodka Made Me Do It. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
The journal is shoved in front of you.
“I told you, I…”
You spend a long time looking at the black book and blue pen set before you. The room is silent. Walls a hideous taupe color. No windows or portraits hide the blank canvas. There is nothing to distract you from your missive.
You know what they want. They want a catalogue of who you once were, who you are now and (maybe) who you hope to be. But you’re not quite sure if there is a future because you’ve been living your life in such small segments as of late. Not thinking, not daring to look too far in either direction. Keep your head down, be invisible, be someone else.
Vehicles had been soaring through air for a shorter time period that it’d been since you last put pen to paper to create something other than destruction. Kipling had been right in the office, you and Victor had much in common.
With a sigh you opened to the first blank page of the journal.