#I am not the proudest about it

[lamija-v]

Decided to colour it… took me 2h, whew

[didnt-hear-idsb-live-again]

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[an-inky-fingered-lass]

Let Me Speak: A Character Study

(A story of life, love, and hope; of sorrow, struggle, and rebuilding after loss. A story of everything a life can be, and all the ways it matters. A character study of Melinda May, and the parts of her story they didn’t tell.)

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PART ONE

At the age of six years old, Melinda Qiaolian May knew two things:

One—regardless of the cheerful ribbing from her father about children and the things they would understand when they were older, she would not, at any point in her life, enjoy coffee. (This assertion stood the test of time, as it turned out, a fact Melinda maintained with righteous dignity throughout her life).

Two—she was not afraid of heights. 

There were other things she knew, of course, and things she was very much afraid of. But — there are priorities. As she grew older, Melinda liked to keep a count of all the things that didn’t scare her, and practiced leaning into the way those certainties weighed steady on her spine when shadows stretched strangely in the night. 

Continue reading on ao3.

[apolloskazoo]

okay but ellie meeting a flat earther in jackson and just absolutely annihilating them. they say “well, actually, the earth has to be flat because—” and ellie is immediately going on a detailed, passive-aggressive (and factual) tangent on how the earth physically cannot be flat and how they are a fool for thinking so. it gets to the point where a crowd actually gathers to listen as the flat earther makes weak points and ellie just lists off fact after fact after fact and completely destroys them and every word that comes out of their mouth. and you better believe that joel is sitting off to the side going “hell yeah kid you show ‘em” as his daughter ends some rando in the town they just moved into

[landfilloftrash]

yea very normal cleric

[habitina]

media can't convince me that how many people are in your family doesn't define at least half of your personality. i could go on and on and on about this

[loserboyfriendrjl]

crucify me, father, if that means looking into my eyes again;

eat at me, claw at my body, if that means a bargain.

we slip away, the sun and the moon (i am a reflection of you)

oh, father, is our love already overdue?

crucify me, father, if that gives me a bit of your love back,

if that means we're not rotting our souls to black.

father, forgive my sins, i beg of you!

our hearts, alike, laden with rue!

crucify me, father, if that is how you love me;

if that is how i am molded into you, if that is how you and i become we.

[doctapuella]

there's something very delightful that my first actual academic(-adjacent) publication is happening after i've left academia

[capriciouslyterminal]

Hi! Is there somewhere we can read the novel you wrote about the Rowdy 3?

Hi! Yes! The Dirk Gently fic I am (honestly) the most proud of in my entire fic-writing stint. It's on Archive of Our Own (so you'll need an account there to read it) and here's the link to A Road Song in Quartet That Smells like a Trio. Thank you so much for asking!!

And, as a taster, the intro!

The last bar out of this town south of nowhere is more creak than wood with more static than music pouring out of the sun-bleached jukebox when he walks in. The quality of the music only gets worse as he appears like something walking straight out of a crossroads. Shaking the dust off his boots, the Hell from his hands. 

He hasn’t eaten in a week and that means he’s still got his head on straight but things around him, things in the air, go a bit peculiar-like. Sound bends to get away from him like tiny schools of fish scattering before something dark and slow moving, puffs of smoke thread in opposite directions to let him pass, and poor Johnny Cash’s already washed out voice goes slow and stumbling like he’s playing straight from the grave.

But at least the place is empty enough that Martin can actually take a seat at the bar and tap his cigarette in the ashtray without his metaphysical stomach growling (his actual stomach doesn’t do much). The lone woman wiping down the counter stays at the other side of the room, seems perfectly content with the fact that he’s not ordering a drink, and has eyes that say she’s stared into this same empty night outside this same shithole town enough times that her feelings are a fetid puddle at her feet. 

Eating tonight would be like drinking piss through a straw. And there’s comfort in that. Hunger sits beside him, panting like an unchained dog, but it turns up its nose up at the menu tonight. 

And for a man-shaped thing like Martin that’s peace.

[furashuban]

So at first I was struggling to plan out and find inspiration for fics I wanna write for Sketchbook Ship Week, and suddenly I remembered wait, I DO HAVE SOMETHING FUN AND PERFECT I COULD WORK ON FOR SKETCHBOOK SHIP WEEK

It's the perfect time for me to bring this AU back from the dead...

[shiroselia]

Sometimes SSE canon-bait two characters in a holiday sidequest in 2012 and sometimes you never let that go literally ever

[mangoisms]

i was so insane for this

[ihavea-natural-curiosity]

I would like to thank Gigi Perez for not releasing Sailor Song until 2 years after my first secret, toxic lesbian situationship bc that shit would have DESTROYED ME.

[strangedisciple]

the entirety of fur (or: a maximum high) genuinely makes me want to bite my leg off /vvvvvpos

Anonymously - or not - tell me what passage, fic, line of narration, or anything you remember me by as a writer.

AKGNSNFNSNDN oh my god- i mean. please Do Not bite your leg off but i am glad you like it-

[verishere]

💯⌛️?

I only noticed this ask about half an hour ago and it has taken me that entire time to find what the ask game even was (This ask was sent two days ago, and I completely forgot about this lol)

How many words does your current WIP have? How many do you hope it will have?

400 words on the dot, surprisingly. Somewhere around 5k I'd like, though more reasonably it will likely be somewhere between 1000-2000.

How long have you been working on this WIP?

No idea exactly! I made the file 12 days ago, but I have no memory of if I wrote in it immediantly or if I procrastinated for a few days. At most 12 days ago for actual writing though. Since I started planning the project, about three weeks.

[elflikesfrogs]

every now and then I get a flashback to when I was 14 and applied to work at McDonald's and when the interviewer handed me the forms to sign, I started correcting the grammar on the contracts