#The Pile

[vincentbriggs]

Hi! I've been enjoying your work and seeing all of the pieces that you've made. I've started referring to all of my partially finished projects as "The Pile" as well now, and I get a little bit of satisfaction and amusement every time I go back and finally finish one. I was just curious how many projects your Pile consists of now. No pressure to answer!

Congrats on reducing The Pile!

I actually meant to say how many mine was at in the nightgown post, but forgot. (Though anyone can see it in the title of my main blog.)

It's 16, not including the thing I'm currently working on, because a project is only on The Pile if I set it aside and start something else, and the garment I'm working on is the most recent one I've started.

It was 25 on the first day of this year, so I'm making decent progress! I have started some other things since then, but I'm really trying to finish more things than I start.

[johnnyvalance]

in an ideal world of the outsiders, ticket prices would be significantly cheaper, there would be a curtis brothers hug, and also there would be a sideplot where the soc boys all start a podcast where they become increasingly sleep deprived sustaining themselves only on "future pee" energy drinks and create a pile of lint, dust, dirt, and food that becomes alive due to the aformentioned energy drinks. But we can only dream.

[garagepaperback]

two truths

7k words, explicit tags: bathtub romance

“Sorry.” “For what?” Harry pressed his fingers into the soft curve of Draco’s palm. Held tight, tighter. He didn’t know—he never understood how it happened. When Harry hit a nerve it was because he’d stubbed his toe on one, when Draco did, he’d found it with a scalpel. The conversation seemed to be spilling sideways—it was the heat, maybe, the cider glazing his ribcage sweet, sticky. It was the idea—a burr of a thought that had gotten stuck in the marrow to become a bone-deep belief. Both hands felt full even while the thing stayed shapeless; in his palm it was hope-soaked, undoubtedly true. Stupid—fine. But sure in every breath, with a vivid sinew sort of clarity. Now, now, now—a constant hum at home in his overfull chest.

the prelude to and a lie + part of a challenge with @yiiiiiiiikes25 who wrote upshot and @eleadore who wrote get you back

read it on ao3

[bookishfreedom]

A is for An Awful Lot of unread books

[marciavalance]

Post pile guilt is already setting in what fhe fuck did we write

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: X-Play - Eternally Retold, My Ass | 6/10/08

Not Filmed in Front of a Live Studio Audience.

(4GTV - WATCH NOW!)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

When it gets really cold bluebirds roost together in a pile using their collective body heat to help them survive. They arrange themselves so they don't smother and alternate positions within the pile.

Bluebirds are smarter than many humans.

(Ian Sanders)

[tmbg13]

The Pile

The Pile

[wickedsrest-rp]

The Pile

NEIGHBORHOOD: Gatlin Fields

Seven Peaks may have their fancy pants mountains that look over the town as proud landmarks, but Gatlin Fields isn’t without their own cherished peak on the horizon. Only, it’s trash. The Pile is a literal mound of garbage that some people cherish so much they paint its likeness on postcards and canvas. While folks casually use it as a dump to discard their belongings, there aren’t any trucks bringing waste here. The mound wasn’t actually started by humans at all, but a family of trash-obsessed zlydzen, who both wanted to study people by way of their garbage and also collect choice bits for themselves. It was built quickly, over only a couple of years, and because of this, some of the less observant in the neighborhood think it must be divine. Most commonly the belief is that the Pile itself is a sentient being. 

MORE INFO:

The zlydzen troop lives inside of the pile and has a number of entrances and exits built that are hard to spot. While some wardens have tried to get rid of them, the garbage alone acts as a good deterrent to make them really consider if a few zlydzen are worth the trouble.

It’s common for those in Gatlin Fields to come see the Pile and confide in it, even asking it for advice on navigating life’s hardships. One of the zlydzen has taken on the role of advice-giver and answers back from within. This can lead to some unusual guidance.

Rumors of bonafide treasures within the Pile are true. But good luck finding them unless you’re also a zlydzen.

All of the waste has caused a large number of gnomes to sprout up in the area, often forming fairy rings. The zlydzen love having them here as an added defense, and can sometimes be seen partaking in fairy ring ceremonies themselves.

There’s also a beithir that sleeps coiled up in the deepest part of the Pile, emerging only during stormy weather. The zlydzen have affectionately named it Curly Fry, but they fear it as much as anyone else.

Every once in a while, those digging through the mound might unearth a vampire or zombie that’s been buried there for a while. They’re typically driven into a feral state by their hunger.

EXPLORE GATLIN FIELDS

[plutoniandraconian]

The urge to destroy and dismantle is too great…

Feast your eyes upon the Pile before all is evaporated…

[planetary]

[putting-rick-in-places]

Rick in a gangbang?

I had big ideas for this but then I kinda said “fuck it” so uhhhhh here

yes half tiny ricks hair is missing. Sue me.

[johnnyvalance]

“Love is when you hurt like hell, but miss the person who hurt you.”

a brillpile moodboard

the unsent project.

[garagepaperback]

The pile is the greatest thing to hit ao3

pls we're nothing next to 'i am groot'

[marcelwasp]

Need to reorganise my plushies again because I literally have no room so for now behold the pile