Random Ramblings XCIII

IN WHICH IDEAS FIRE AND FIZZLE
I've tried to spend much of my free time today outside. I visited two of the lovely parks my city maintains. Probably walked at least two miles. I had to disconnect for awhile, as ever since Tuesday night, my social media feed has been clogged with my LGBT friends here in the Southern USA freaking the fuck out – somewhat justified, I admit, but the hyperbole is getting pretty extreme. I'm reasonably certain there's not going to be a Brownshirt squad putting out a hit list (of literally millions of people) and then marching across the continent come January to murder them.

We're not going to be fine. No. But with any luck, we will at least survive, as we survived eight years of Bush.

In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out what to write next. Little germs of ideas sprout and I don't know whether any of them are worth following up on. Here's a taste…
—Rarity visits Sunset's apartment to find Sunny hunkered down and terrified because local yokels found out she's an illegal immigrant (technically sorta kinda, it's complicated) and graffiti'd her door.
—A new Spike & Mayor Mare chapter where Mayor Mare complains about Donald Trump Celestia's new prime minister.
—Rarity and Sunset go and get burritos. Sonata may or may not appear.
—The Other Four visit a recovering Sunset one by one.
—Flash Sentry visits a recovering Sunset – yeah, I know everyone hates him, but I kinda want to write him.
—A short inner monologue from Cadance about Sunset.
—Or, attempt to finish stories I already started; I haven't had much incentive to work on The Hotel due to the fact that all but one of its IRL inspirations have stopped talking to me.

Well, that's all I got. Bye for now.

PS - I am NOT going to ship Sunset and Rarity. In my AU, they both prefer men. There IS a girl in my AU who develops a crush on Sunset (plus Sonata whose feelings for baconhorse are difficult to classify), but I'll reveal that in due time.