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5,000 words, complete; direct sequel to "Trade the Game You Know for Shelter." Set the day Daniel's Harvey Milk interview goes to press in the Berkeley Barb, which Armand considers cause for celebration and surprises. Unfortunately, somebody else has a surprise for them, too. Winter holiday nonsense and terrible humor otherwise.

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“Selfish, but fun,” Daniel echoes as Armand drags him toward the half-open garage door, pushing him under. “What could go wrong?”

“Nothing,” Armand says lightly, guiding Daniel by the shoulders toward a tarpaulin-covered object in the corner. “Do you trust me?”

“Uh, I risk bleeding out almost every time we fuck, so…yeah,” Daniel teases, grinning as Armand rolls his eyes. “I trust you.”

Armand tugs the corner of the tarpaulin sharply. “Just because I’m not inclined to drive anything with four wheels doesn’t mean I can’t—”

“What the hell,” Daniel says, staring at the vintage motorbike. “I would never have implied such a thing. Where’d you get that?”

“A collector in Los Angeles,” Armand replies. “It’s not identical to the one I had in the forties and fifties, but it’s close enough.”

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cannot stop thinking about all the fandom foremothers (and fathers) who would have been so happy to see this. who never could have imagined the technology involved to create it 54 years after the show was cancelled. the ones who were around to watch generations but not to see this final moment, and how they would've smiled and cried and drawn their art and clutched onto each other in excitement just like we are <3

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This is more than Spock and Kirk, "going canon."

It is two characters who were irrevocably influential to science fiction, to fandom, to media at large, getting a beautiful and poetic ending.

This is layered in Star Trek canon, but more than that it is Kirk and Spock reuniting.

Against all the odds in the universe, ours and theirs.

Kirk was dead. Spock was dead in ANOTHER DIMENSION. They died alone and without each other. This was their unbelievably tragic and canon ending UNTIL TODAY.

Now their ending is this.

Reunification, connection, crossing time, space, and reality itself to be together again. Because that is how important they are to one another. Because that is how important they are to Star Trek itself. Because that is how important James Tiberius Kirk and S'chn T'gai Spock are to media at large, Star Trek fans and beyond.

This is monumental to a degree that I truly do not know if people can understand and I will NEVER get over it.

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5,000 words, complete; direct sequel to "Trade the Game You Know for Shelter." Set the day Daniel's Harvey Milk interview goes to press in the Berkeley Barb, which Armand considers cause for celebration and surprises. Unfortunately, somebody else has a surprise for them, too. Winter holiday nonsense and terrible humor otherwise.

TEASER:

“Selfish, but fun,” Daniel echoes as Armand drags him toward the half-open garage door, pushing him under. “What could go wrong?”

“Nothing,” Armand says lightly, guiding Daniel by the shoulders toward a tarpaulin-covered object in the corner. “Do you trust me?”

“Uh, I risk bleeding out almost every time we fuck, so…yeah,” Daniel teases, grinning as Armand rolls his eyes. “I trust you.”

Armand tugs the corner of the tarpaulin sharply. “Just because I’m not inclined to drive anything with four wheels doesn’t mean I can’t—”

“What the hell,” Daniel says, staring at the vintage motorbike. “I would never have implied such a thing. Where’d you get that?”

“A collector in Los Angeles,” Armand replies. “It’s not identical to the one I had in the forties and fifties, but it’s close enough.”

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2 days radio posting silence, daily minion u ok? (affectionate)

Posting silence, but not writing silence. I am *checks GDoc word count* 4k into something that I can maybe finish today as a 1973 series one-shot and then flip back to the current Caldera WIP’s next chapter. End of this month will be busy.

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If I’m honest, this moment is single-handedly fucking responsible for the 40k of 1973 fic that I now cannot peel myself away from continuing as a series for love or money. I’ve never been so ruined.

gonna be honest,, don't think people talk about this enough

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If you start writing another story in the 1973 series while you’re also working on this new Caldera WIP I will love you forever (nah I would’ve done that anyway but still <3)

Hey, anon, guess what. Way ahead of you there. It’s like. A couple pages along already in my GDocs. You really can’t tell any versions of these assholes in my head no. They do what they want 💙

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Back on track with adding stories to Caldera now; this is the next story in the series, 2 out of 6 chapters posted. Completing the renovations and interior decorating on a house might not be everyone’s idea of a mental health break, but just about anything is less stressful than what Daniel and Armand have been through recently.

Home Improvements (2024-11-16)

Flourish Here (NEW, 2024-11-18)

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“The tiles are finished as of this evening,” Armand explains, pausing to squeeze Daniel’s inner thigh. “I was concerned that they might still be working on the floors when we arrive, but they’ll be clearing out just in time.” He turns his head, catching Daniel’s mouth in a kiss.

“Mmm.” Daniel delves his tongue past Armand’s lips, enjoying the sensation of running it over Armand’s unextended fangs. “For what?”

“Testing the sealant,” Armand replies. “They questioned my sanity somewhat for requesting that when the tiles were glazed at a baseline.”

“Ah. Did you ask if that was what it would take to withstand intimacy-related hemorrhaging?”

“No, I asked if it was wise in light of clumsy DIY butchering and frequent blender mishaps.”

“I guess you’re reasonably adept at playing that kind of housewife if the situation calls for it.”

“I was reasonably adept at playing your lawyer if the situation called for it. More than once.”

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Back on track with adding stories to Caldera now; this is the next story in the series, 1 out of 6 chapters posted. Completing the renovations and interior decorating on a house might not be everyone's idea of a mental health break, but just about anything is less stressful than what Daniel and Armand have been through recently.

Home Improvements (NEW, 2024-11-16)

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Daniel tunes out Petronia’s voice as he reaches the bottom of the grand staircase, intercepted by Jesse and Ricky in the foyer. They look almost exactly the way they had the night that Daniel and Armand had first laid eyes on them at Daniel’s reading at Porter Square Books in Cambridge half a year ago, an ocean away—bundled in their winter coats, standing so close their shoulders touch, their bright eyes grave. But Jesse’s are gold now, not hazel; Daniel is no longer looking at that mirror of himself, the reckless young mortal who’s given their heart to a monster.

“So, we’re gonna hunt,” Ricky says awkwardly, gesturing at the front door. “You guys got what you need? Remember to pack everything?”

Jesse pinches the bridge of their nose, patting Ricky’s arm. “Just because I forget shit doesn’t mean Daniel’s gonna forget shit, jeez.”

“I really love how every once in a while there’s an area of Armand’s competency that just escapes you,” Daniel tells Jesse, which draws a knowing grin from Ricky, easing the tension. “No, Rick, we got everything. There was nothing left for me to toss in a carry-on.”

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Part 19 of Caldera; 5 out of 5 chapters posted. Daniel, Armand, and the rest of the London coven have been going through both the hilarity and the horrors of having a brand-new fledgling on hand.

Narcissist (2024-10-11)

Trespasser (2024-10-12)

Ventriloquist (2024-10-13)

Mediator (2024-10-13)

Wine Aunt (NEW, 2024-11-15; this final chapter has been expanded as of today; I'm about to start writing the next story in this series now that I'm switching back from writing those AUs)

TEASER:

The silence is so deafening that, for about five minutes, Daniel is afraid Louis has hung up on him. Just when he doesn’t blame Louis for not believing him, just when he’s sure he must deserve it, his mind floods with Louis’s messy, inarticulate astonishment.

Daniel, I find your comparison of my life to a telenovela awfully disingenuous at this point.

“Cool. I’ll turn that right back on myself in perpetuity if you’ll hear me out on this next part.”

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“Zel, do you want to help me write today?” I asked.

And she placed herself like this so I can’t start right away 🥲

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new variant on “your boos mean nothing; I’ve seen what makes you cheer”

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PSA for friends and mutuals (or anyone here): I straight-up fucking deleted my Twitter today, but I’m on Bluesky. If you want to find me there, just message me.

(When the headlines are this absurd, it just…yeah, you know a social media platform has ceased to be any kind of relevant when this is what reality looks like.)

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everyone's always like "oh, what kind of caveman still has music files in this day and age? just use a streaming service like everyone else!" but does any commercial streaming service have the demo tracks from a never-produced musical that i ripped off the composer's website in 2007 using one of those programs that records your soundcard output? no! they do not! therefore they're useless to me

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I fucking adore my recurring readers. Responding to comments becomes having fun conversations, and then you start tumblr messaging or talking on discord, etc. It’s a godsend because I have too much social anxiety for busy, highly populated, fast-moving servers, but reasonably paced one-on-one conversations have always been easier for me to track. I’ve met such amazing people that way over the years in fandom (my wife included, not even kidding; back when we were both first writing Gotham fic, we figured out we lived in the same state because I mentioned piñon coffee in a story, which is very particular to our region, and she messaged me about it).

Dude it is SO FUN and EXCITING to see a reoccurring reader. If you've commented a handful of times on an author's work, I guarantee that they recognize you. You can't imagine how many times I've excitedly informed my friends "the person with the funny cat image commented!" "- anon is back!!!!" and the friends've recognized who I was talking about because I talk about my commenters so often LOL. We love you all!!!