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Fired Up by Gigi Templeton
Spiced Right #2
Who knew that barbecue and a bunkhouse cook showdown could be so HOT and the food produced in a pit so delicious sounding! Oh…and the romance was spiced just right, too!
What I liked:
* Returning to The Triple R – Reed River Ranch and spending time with this wonderful supportive group of people
* Avery Reed: award winning pitmaster, bunkhouse cook ranch cowboys, integral member of the ranch, abandoned by his mother, abusive father, loves his family, rather taken with Layla
* Layla Jenson: YouTube cook-off host, influencer, grew up on a farm, had and has big dreams, survived abuse to reinvent herself, good friend, loves the ranch and is rather taken with Avery
* The plot, pacing, setting, and writing
* The delicious sounding food created by Avery and wanting to taste it all
* The sidebar regarding Avery’s father and wondering if he will show up in a future book
* Trying to figure out how two people with such different goal will manage to find a happy ending together
* Wondering which of the potential single people mentioned might have their story told next: Ritchie, Chance, Luke, Riley, will Todd and Brodie end up together, and perhaps there are others
* That Karma managed to deal with Layla’s abuser in just the right way
* The scene with Layla and her father toward the end – would have liked more about them
* All of it really except…
What I didn’t like:
* Who and what I was meant not to like
* The abuse experienced by more than one character and wishing it had not happened
Did I enjoy this book? Yes
Would I read more in this series/by this author? Yes
Thank you to NetGalley and Montlake for the ARC – this is my honest review
4-5 Stars
BLURB
The author of Spiced Right serves up scorching romance with just a hint of danger in this novel about a sexy pitmaster and the sultry cook-off host determined to rope him in. Avery Reed knows how to fire up the grills! And with his piercing blue eyes, the rugged pitmaster makes women’s mouths water, including Layla Jenson’s. She’s a YouTube cook-off host who’s spotlighting talented BBQ cooks across the country. Her current project is a bunkhouse cook showdown—and former pitmaster pro Avery holds the key to its success. Unfortunately, Layla’s running from a troubled past. And Avery has his own demons nipping at his heels. When Layla visits the TRIPLE R to ask Avery to be on the show, will their scorching chemistry seal the deal? Or will their complicated pasts tear them apart?
#Gigi Templeton#Spiced Right 2#Montlake#NetGalley#Cowboy Romance#Pitmaster#Influencer#Family#Romance#Fiction#Contemporary Romance
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when solomon has sex with you for the first time, he makes sure to absolutely worship your body. during the first kiss scene with him, he said he's been waiting for a chance to do it. so with this, he's going to make sure his patience will pay off. not an inch of your skin will be unloved by him. it may have taken so long, but the end result will be perfect as the two of you are satisfied, love growing by the second
(Ooh, thank you for the food, anon!! Solomon's first kiss scene will forever have my heart) Reader is GN! :)
Minors DNI!
"Why don't you come just a little closer?"
You shift a little closer until there's no space between you two on the bed, and his lips are back on yours. His hand comes up to cradle your jaw, softly rubbing his thumb along to solidify in his mind that you are here and that this is happening.
Somehow, miraculously, he finally got you alone...and you want him too.
Though he fears he'll get too eager and move too fast for your liking, leading to crossing a boundary or scaring you away. So, he's careful, treating you as if you were glass, slow to do anything more than kiss you like this. Truthfully, he could just do this all night and he'd still be over the moon. But he can't deny in his heart the need for more.
His hand on your jaw slowly slides down your neck, simply letting his fingertips brush against the sensitive skin. It's warm, and he can feel your pulse thrumming just beneath. He wonders how it would feel against his lips.
Solomon reluctantly pulls away from your lips, leaning down to instead kiss along the column of your neck. It elicits a soft gasp, and he feels giddy that he can get such a cute response from you. It only serves him to want to hear more. A secondary motive.
With each article of clothing he removes from your body, he falls deeper in love as he sees his person bared completely to him. It signifies the trust you've built together. And he'll do everything to never lose it - a promise he quietly makes to himself.
From your neck, he lavishes kisses along your collarbones, down both of your arms, your shallowly rising and falling chest, your soft stomach, all the way down to your naval. Any further is iffy territory and he wants explicit permission before he does anything more.
Through a husky tone, he asks, "is this okay? Can I continue?"
Your approval and reassurance are resounding. The weight of worry eases a little, but he's still tentative to continue. He wants you to feel good. He wants this first time with you to be perfect. He can't help it, he's an ancient sorcerer in love for the first time in a very long time...if ever.
So, slowly, he ventures onward to where he sees the obvious impact he's had on you tonight. His talented silver tongue makes you squirm on the bed, your hands tangling in his soft locks as his name tumbles out of your mouth like a prayer. The taste of your sweet arousal is something he fears he could get addicted to.
Solomon can feel his own arousal growing past anything he's ever experienced before. He didn't know he had the capacity to feel so needy for someone else. Good lord, just what are you doing to him?
Once he feels he's prepped and pleasured you enough with his tongue and dexterous fingers, he pulls away to finally undress and bare himself to you. His eyes shift away nervously as he feels you studying his body now. He knows his skin is marred from centuries of living; the countless pact marks, scars he doesn't remember the stories of, and burns from experiments gone wrong. He's never felt self-conscious like this before, but it's another product of what you do to him.
When you sit up on the bed, crawling to him to brush your fingers along his skin, it takes his breath away. You aren't afraid to explore him. Tracing his pact marks, kissing his imperfections, never once showing disgust like he might've thought.
No, only care.
Solomon gently chases you back down onto the bed, crawling over your excited form with smiles and giggles exchanged in the otherwise quiet room. Once again, he gets your staunch permission before continuing. And once again, you reassure him that this is what you want. Any lingering doubt subsides, and with that, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly slides in, letting you adjust once he's fully settled within you.
"D-Deus meus..."
His forehead rests against yours as his breathing turns ragged, reveling in how goddamn good you feel around him. It takes all of him to be patient, but he waits for your signal, and once he has it, he doesn't hesitate to start moving.
His hips snap against yours in deep, measured thrusts. Passionate kisses are shared, soft moans and grunts fill your ears, and his hands never once stop exploring your body. The love he gave it earlier wasn't nearly enough.
There's no rush. It's not frantic - it's not even desperate. It's slow and intimate as he guarantees you both feel good in this one moment of solitude.
Solomon isn't even thinking about afterwards or what those brothers might say. He's fully entranced by you. He makes love to you as if it's the last time he ever will.
Soon he brings you both to a mind-shattering orgasm. His body shudders above yours as he buries his face in your neck. The way you clench around him makes him consider asking for a second round. Though, he wants to take a break more - to love and care for you as needed. As carefully as he can, he pulls out, already missing being enveloped by you and your sweet body. The second his fatigued self hits the bed, you instantly cuddle up to him, locking him in place for the foreseeable future.
To say he's a little shocked is an understatement. Sure, you both just shared a moment of passion and pleasure, but there was still some part of him that wondered if you really wanted him. For you to take the initiative to cuddle up to him in the afterglow touches his heart. Solomon wraps his arms around you, humming at the shared warmth between your sweaty bodies and shielding you from the world outside of this room.
Tonight you're his. And he knows he'll always be yours.
#it be latin: deus meus - my god#couldn't help myself hehe#i dropped some angst into this but it's find and seek where's waldo edition... i.e. meaning it's not a lot#what's a little sex scene without a little sadness am i right?#edit: this is so hypnosis by sleep token coded#edit 2: i made some very minor changes because i wasn't completely happy with it the first time so if it's a little different that's why :p#obey me#obey me smut#obey me shall we date#obey me solomon#obey me solomon smut#solomon smut#obey me solomon x reader#jo writes spice
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if smeyer wasn't a coward vamp!Bella would have immediately eaten her daughter Rensesmem whole-hog like Saturn Devouring His Son
#twilight#twilight renaissance#bella swan#the twilight saga#breaking dawn#smeyer wanted to model all her books off of classic literature: romeo & juliet - wuthering heights - pride & prejudice#AMATEUR HOUR#HEY SMEYER I GOT A FUCKIN STORY TO MODEL YOUR TWILIGHT FANFICTION AFTER#BREAKING DAWN BOOK ONE: Bella fucks Edward for his power & breaks his stone dick in the process - & lo! Ravioli is born in the carnage!#Bella becomes a vamp. she takes over the Cullen coven AND the Volturi bc honestly fuck everyone here only Bella is Cool and Right#oh and vamp hybrids are now legal so vamps start gettin it on. hybrids everywhere. humans who? welcome to the Golden Age baybeeee#BD BOOK 2: Alice comes to Queen Bella with a vision: 'lmao bestie the prophecy says ur getting ur shit smacked'#oh_fuck.avi#Bella begins DEVOURING ALL THE CULLENS INCLUDING RAVIOLI so they can't fulfill the prophecy#vampire fluid contains 11 secret herbs & spices so it's lip-smackin finger-lickin good#omg but ONE vampire was hidden away........ gasp#surprise bitch! it's Ravioli!#turns out Bella mistook Ravioli for LITERAL Ravioli (Chef Boyardee Beefaroni to be exact)#Raviolo comes back and makes Bella throw up! bleh! the Cullens (& Beefaroni) are freed!#together with Benjamin Ravioli now rules over the Cullens and the vamp world#Bella is imprisoned#FUCK Bella#FUCK this story#still a better one than BD tho#the end
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hii!! I just read cold spots and it was AMAZING!!! Im not sure if you wanted to continue the fic, but if you don’t mind could you continue with Veres part? I don’t know what you would write about but I just feel like that fic has so much potential to be a little 3 part series or something 🙏
<- Cold Spots TYSM ANON!! I put the Vere End at the beginning for ease of reading. For the sake of folks who would like to read this as a stand-alone... I think u can? With the knowledge that the premise of Cold Spots is that Mhin and MC/Sparrow went ghost hunting. Vere is said to have been responsible for a handful of local ghost stories, so…of course he makes some mischief.🦊 Also MC needs some Winter wear, stat. A very light Possessive Vere warning in this btw, though perhaps in a roundabout way. Plausible deniability is so important to him.
You putter around in your room at the Wet Wick as you go about your nightly routine. The occasional cheer or thud from below only accentuates your nervous energy, punctuating your reluctance to settle down and get into bed. You smooth the covers with your bandaged hands and fluff the pillow before extinguishing the lamplight. You tug the bedding up above your shoulders, fighting to get comfortable. As your eyelids finally start to droop, the flicker of a shadow catches your attention. It dances and sways and bends and grows until suddenly it is right in front of you. On top of you. Silken, blood red drips down onto your face, a knife gleam smile too close for comfort. You breathe in a gasp, wondering if you should scream. “Vere, what–” “Shhh,” he coos, pressing a finger lightly to your lips. His breath is hot against your skin. “I only came to keep you warm, pet.”
Heat Signature
“Poor thing.” Vere purrs. “Your lips are so cold.” He leans ever closer, his mouth hot over yours–hovering. His other hand reaches for your face as well, nails trailing against your cheek in a teasing caress.
You feel even the thought of being cold leave your body, replaced instead by the unusual thrill he commands, that strange enthralling sway.
That heat you’ve come to associate with Vere; sweet tendrils of want that nestle in your bloodstream.
You squirm a little, though you can’t move much with him looming over you.
(You should probably do more to protest his intrusion into your room, you think to yourself, though, the majority of you is–curious, daresay even far too eager to–)
“Whatever trouble did you get up to that left you in such a state?”
At this you scoff, tilting your head back into the pillow and effectively knocking Vere’s finger from your lips.
“As if you don’t know,” you accuse.
Vere looks entirely unperturbed by you shaking him off, his lithe fingers traveling freely along the newly displayed skin of your throat, making your pulse jump.
Vere chuckles at that, dark and silky.
“Being tight lipped about your adventures, hm?” He angles your face just so, ensuring you meet his sharp eyes, his nose brushing up against yours. “Not that it matters. It so happens I do know what you’ve been up to. Trespassing in places that don’t belong to you.”
“...It was an abandoned building. I don’t think it really belonged to anyone.”
“And that’s where you’d be wrong,” Vere says, “everything in this city belongs to someone, darling. You just don’t know what belongs to who yet.” He peers down at you with laughter in his expression, though there's a distinct edge to it that you can't quite place.
“So, you're here because that building belongs to you...?”
“Hmm, amongst other things. However shall I make you apologize to me for this most egregious offense?” He asks airily, shifting until he’s beside you rather than perched over you, resting his cheek in his hand and letting his eyes slip closed. He's the absolute picture of unbothered leisure.
(You’re not fooled–he’s simply waiting for you to let your guard down before he pounces.)
You open your mouth to deny any debts on your part (though, if your ghost hunting spot was indeed Vere’s hideout, you really do feel guilty) but Vere cuts you off before you can speak.
“Alas, I suppose it’s not mine anymore. Within a week it will reek of wet dogs and cheap booze. It's a lost cause now that those drooling reprobates know it's inhabitable. A pity. By Eridia's standards it really was divine in its heyday. Good wine, music, dancing. There was this portrait artist who would paint the performances…”
His tone remains light as he reminisces. But the look he pins you with is dangerous: his eyes gleaming bright, his canines bared in an irreverent grin.
“I had such hopes and dreams of reviving the place myself. Some of the dances were very scandalous. You never did share with me your stance on dancing, did you?”
You stumble out an approximate answer. It’s…harmless information to give, isn’t it?
Though, judging by how pleased Vere looks, you wonder if you should have refused to say. He looks positively wicked as he ponders your answer aloud. “Oh, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of talents to share. In another life, perhaps I'd have put you on stage. Though, I admit. I find myself partial to a private show.”
And–as expected–the moment you let your guard down, he's in your space again, crowding you. Heat and proximity and the softest brush of his lips against yours, light enough to send a thrill down your spine, curiosity and a want so deep it surprises you.
“Well?” He purrs. “Care to audition?”
You can't hide behind the excuse of supernatural sway or charm or the thrall of hypnotic sunglo eyes. It's not Vere's power that controls you. It's your own gnawing desire; starvation and longing that draws you to him despite all sense.
Kissing Vere is heady. Dizzying.
Kissing Vere is like being in conversation with Vere–a constant of giving and taking, being chased after and running to keep up. It’s enticing and alluring and decadent and never quite enough, over too soon even as you feel yourself losing air, the rush of blood and sensation threatening to overwhelm you.
He gives a parting nip to your bottom lip as he pulls away.
Then another one, playful, to your jaw.
When he presses his face into the side of your neck, you expect him to bite again.
What you don’t expect is for him to nuzzle into you, inhaling deeply before heaving a great sigh, his tail flopping lazily to land across you with a thump.
He’s officious as he rearranges the covers, ensuring your arms are tucked carefully away from him before he’s willing to fully settle into the bedding, pulling the blankets up around the both of you like a den. He hums something low in his chest as he tucks himself up alongside you, long tail curled around your waist.
It’s rhythmic–
purring.
And it’s…soothing, actually.
The weight of him, the warmth. The incessant lamplight of the Amaryllis District, shining ever present through your window, is dim–tolerable, even, courtesy of Vere's magnificent shadow manipulations and the blankets sheltering you.
The constant noise seems to fade away as well, obscured by the sound of purring. “Falling asleep when you have me in your bed, pet? You really do try your luck…”
#Foxes purr btw!#i await more purring Vere fics I hold out my sickly little claws for them (a prompt from me for other fic writers)#You and I get to know that Vere was touching on Sparrow’s face sm bc he caught a peek at Mhin doing it in Cold Spots#and he got territorial#I decided that the narrative pointing it out was laying it on too heavy. but you and i know.#Hopefully this fits the bill ok of what u described anon! A liiittle spice but mostly wholesome??#i’m ngl I was going for more spice but ...Deicide!Flavored Vere... he took all of it#AAA SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG THO ANON AAAAuuughghhh#also ur so right anon u gotta have a sequel (since I was talking about horror tropes lol)#the thought of Vere & Mhin being down bad for the same person is sooo funny to me btw. i think of it often.#vere x reader#touchstarved x reader#toxintouch writing#touchstarved game fanfic#no pillow fight i'm osrry#this fic. fought me. this fic stole my wallet in the denny's parking lot#toxintouch: {pick} prompt {your poison}#wtf tumblr why did u do this to my image i thought i got my dimensions right the file can't be that big...#i have 2 ways of choosing titles btw on the nose and “you'll have to google this/have me explain”
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You wanna be loved so bad,
They said
You wanna be loved
How simple
How cruel
How sweet
The sting of it rings
A bell chime in my soul
The deepest parts of me
My hope
My desire
My shame
Is it such an ugly thing
To be desperate
Is it such an ugly thing
To want
How intensely must I diminish myself
To be palatable
And wanted
And sane
I wanna be loved so bad
I wanna be
Loved
So bad
The truth hurts
The truth will set
You
Free
And I want to be loved
I want to be loved
I want to be loved!!!
#mine#poetry#poems#poem#art#love#desire#want#need#shame#my friend said this to me after quoting my favorite spice girls song lol#2 become 1#they were right
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hello
im sorry
#gopher art#spice ish#because of the context#tf2 medic#team fortress 2#last time I posted something mildly sugestive in the main tags someone was a bit salty so lets see how this goes#anyway explaination: i've been dissatisfied with my ability to draw heads at different angles and also consistent characters#so i needed to practice. so. um. picked the weirdest way to fucking practice that#love old deviantart/pixiv memes#if you can figure out the specific context of the top right then.... idk i owe you a drawing or something#once again. i am sorry#it will happen again. i have the rest of the chart to fill out
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I miss my wife, tails. I miss her a lot
#2 days without drawing shadow milk or burning spice#good god.#i have to… be a good student…..#had a 4 hour study sesh last night till like 4 am and i was like oh i … deserve to comm art of my oc x canon right….#NO I DONT#THAT IS THE DEVIL. FROM THE BIBLE. SPEAKING TO ME#nothingburger#anddksnsskskjffbfb
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dunetwo thoughts: cinematographically stunning. it goes so fucking hard. plot-wise it's kind of weaker than i expected, though? i don't care for incest nephew but WOW i do care for irulan. i liked chani much better than in the book. i love the women unhinged potential.
in short: visually pretty. plot & themes make me think "i can FIX HER". perfect combination to activate my fandom brain
#everyone who said this could've handled the colonialism themes SO much better was of course right#also. WHERE IS THE SPICE for real!!#when paul near the end threatens to blow up the spice reserves. i went like: oh right that's a big deal#and i'd known that!! but after 2 and a half hours i think the script should've reminded us more#dune
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Share pictures of your chickens
not home yet but i have these of a month ago because my mom wanted to see the roosters
#but there are more#i have 15 rn#although i haven’t been getting eggs#and i need to find where they’re laying them#if not that means a critter is getting them#ooooor worse case scenario#the little fatties are eating them#the soup bowl#ladies are veggie named#and the roosters are spice#we got oregano the 2nd#he is the one on the right#then we got Tumeric#the ladies is a long list#the malay is the only og chicken i have#only 2-3 of these are her kids#the rest are the ones we bought at the feed store#also#the list is long#the malay is salt she is the only one that kept her name because again#she was the first#although i did rename her but salt is appropriate because she is a salty lady#anyway the other 12#we have carrot and tomatoe the blondie#cabbage cilantro corn potato#onion jalapeño#Broccoli Zucchini Cauliflower Aaaaaaan lentil#i know lentil is technically a bean#but it’s cause she is an outlier and the only one that survived from her clutch#so she is a special lady
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women <3
#fgo kriemhild#aaart#YESSS GIRL GIVE US VIOLENCE GIVE US REVENGE#i love her#i didnt draw her balmung right but its okfkldjslfk#i rly rly like her <3#congrats 2 her and siegfried for marriage 2#ALSO my boyfriend said that this outfit of hers looked like armor over her wedding dress and i fuck with that SEVERELY so my specific hc is#that it's the dress she married siegfried in and then the same dress she married altera in when she did her revenge <3#and i added some bloodstains to it for spice <3#anway i love her
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drunk as fuck once again and i got a job interview for a job i really want in less than 11 hours, we'll see how it goes
#i kinda feel i won't get it because of schedule conflicts but if i don't i will directly blame the belle gueule beer compagny idc#also i'm not proud to admit it but booze made me crave weed so i'm currently smoking the worst of scrap#like i just did a tiny little hit of whatever actual kief was left in my grinder#and i have enough for 2 tiny little other ones but realistically they're probably gonna be at least 5% dust and 5% garlic powder#or whatever other spices accumulated on top of my microwave#i also smoke a cigarette so my lungs are certainly like girl what the fuck is wrong with you???? right now#i'm not proud of it but i'm actually in a great mood so whatever man lmao
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dont you love it when your family gives you k2 instead of weed
knowing full well that its not fucking weed
#gave my mom a massive seizure#i am so sick right now from testing it#i knowingly smoked spice once in middle school and it is not fun dude#like wtf man#i cannot wait for this shit to wear off#she was given 2 dab pens last night and i have only been able to get rid of one#cant find the other because she hid it#i have such a bad headache#i feel like i ate a pack of stale cigarettes#i am prone to psychosis and i cannot consume this shit#i am praying that i dont have a psychotic break from this#i am fucking pissed
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vinny's weakness= hot women. jenn's weakness= stupid men. binx's weakness= behind ear scratches.
if i misspelled anything- no i didn't
#ts4#ts4 gameplay#the sims 4#gp2#gp 2#gameplay2#game play 2#the sims 4 edit#ts4 edit#slate#sim spice#ITS A LONG POST#okay i coulnd't figure out how to seperate it so I said FUCK IT#VINNY IS A SUCKER#AND JENN IS GETTING BACK AT PENNY#i support women's rights and wrongs#also not cain and kitty being like... thats none of my business LOL#cain's smirk was too good#especially at that moment
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gifs 🔞
this is why i need to learn to stop writing scenes before i do the animations, because i've written stede riding the hell out of ed, but then this animation came on random and i was like oh..... ohhhhhhhh heck 🥵
so i think ed's gonna take over halfway and mount stede instead which is great and all but now i gotta rewrite stuff 😂
as always, i have a whole series about these guys on ao3 😉
#mine#ts4#sims#ofmd#gentlebeard#ofmd sims#sim spice#mermaids#breathing underwater#so yes u heard right this means i AM working on the next part!!!! wowww!!! maybe it wont be 5 months until and update this time#the last chapter didnt do great which was a bummer but expected since its been soooo long#idk i just rly want ppl to read my silly little mermaid ed fic!!!#it is so special 2 me#and i think it's decent???#like i have no self confidence to speak of but i do think my fic is decent!!!#and maybe i shouldnt call it a silly little fic because i'm so serious about it 😂#someone stop me from writing a novel in the tags all the time lol#i hope u r all having a nice saturday!!!!!!!!!!
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Working the morning cook shift from today to thursday and tbh its super chill. I get to just cook shit and throw everything into the oven and get paid more than i do when aiding (which 'has me' running around the kitchen and facility) [sidenote but yaaayyyyy more work talk!! /sar]
#my only meat cooking expertise is putting bacon in the oven#and tbh im kinda leaning on tbe oven as a crutch but it works#and with the right spices?#havent gotten any complaints yet this#week so-#oven sweep#the only thing is that i have to wake up at 3am but i get out at like 1-2 so#(unless if im doing a double)#also 'have to' is in quotations bc i *could#* just stay in the kitchen but i love interacting w the residents waaay too much#and even though ive been told to take it easy and stay within the kitchen#the only way ill stop ibteraxting with everyone is if i#get fired but im too sexy and beloved and unfirable#to get fired#these tags are a huge L for the fat#finger community im so sorry#love being the workplace fa#fav*#also sidenote butlike#not gonna go into detail but my absolute fav resident passed 3 days ago andlike#as much as i have sobbed for them im really glad they passed while i was still working#i miss them so fuccking much tho and they inspired me to smile more for others#SO MUCH#also they were suffering and for their wellbeing shouldve passed like last year
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trick to fun dialogue is just to make it a little hard to understand. maybe thats a cheap trick but i dont care
#or not even that hard necessarily just like it takes like 2 listens. it takes attention#and what 'harder' is is subjective depends on the type of dialogue you hear a lot and your vocabulary level#watching the nevers right#and im watching this scene and theres this character who exactly hits this spot for me#like 5........wait 5 years ago is not as far as i think it is.........7 years ago (ugh) i woudlnt have understood what she was saying#like i'd know all the words separately but iwouldnt have understood what she was saying at all#but rn im like oooh this is the exact balance between obscuring your meaning and substance#i think oftne in my writing i obscure more than there is substance#there usually /is/. /some/ substance#theres usually substance. just theres more complication than there is substance. here the balance is better#bc someone needs to say these words hfkghgj#the other day while reading scripts im making myself rewrite i was like 'i coudltn do this in a fic. iwouldnt get away with this'#lines that work in a script (bc they'll be acted) fall flat in fic bc we dont have the luxury (or limitation) of actors#but it really made me think abt like..what you need to do in a script for television vs in a fic based on that television you knwo what i#mean? different things you need to work for. WE need to work for that the characters sound like Them. that we can Hear them#tv gets that almost free. the words will be in the right voice in the right body that gets you like 60-70% of the way#less sometimes depending on the specificity of the character&circumstances i was mostly thinking abt the doctor who maybe has more leeway#and tv has the limitations of 1) needs to be sayable. but also 2) needs to be flatter i think#you cant put 5 meanings in every line bc theres plot that needs to keep going and sentences need to stay short#so you get a lot of character work for free i think but in return you need to rein yourself in in that way#anyway idk these observations were just based on like me rewriting the 14 specials and going 'this line fucking sucks in fic' fhgkjhgkjgh#not that it was a bad line! just. boring .meaningless. doesnt add. filler noise. i dont have TIME for that in fic. i lose people#idc if i lose readers i dont know abt that but i lose myself honestly very short attention span keep every word interesting#scripts are fluffy and repetitious. repetitive. but repetitious sounds funner#anyway its fun trying to match that tv need with my own lines that i add in#not too obscure. needs to be sayable. but with my own 'half the spices cabinet in my single cup of hot choccy' approach to writing#(and hot choccy)
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