#This was absolutely by JAM to write~!

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[ribbittrobbit]

Delicious D20 a zine for @d20zinejam from me and @yeehawpim

Featuring three recipes from Gilear, Mother Goose, and Colin Provolone, with additional baking tips from Mrs. Molesly!

More Zines for 2024 D20 Zine Jam!!!

[see-arcane]

The Vampyres Poster Pile

Felt like putting all these in one place:

Also, requisite reminder to give my novella, The Vampyres, a gander if you like to see classic horror's most unctuous undead jerks get filleted by an unknown undertaker of a cryptid.

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Substack (It has three free preview chapters!)

[uncanny-tranny]

At this point, gender nonconformity is about what the person says their experience is.

If a woman with a beard or a man with lipstick and a mustache says they're gender nonconforming, then they are! If a woman with short hair or a man with long hair says they aren't, they aren't! And that's not even getting into the awesome nonbinary, abinary, genderqueer, intersex, and general genderfuckery that may both be and not be conforming.

So much of what is even considered gender conforming or gender nonconforming is based on a world of exclusion. When we start defining one's conformity with whether they fit into white cishetero perisex standards or not, we play into the idea that there's only a very narrow window of what is considered worthy of time and thought.

[sillysymbol]

read 4 chapters of understanding comics by scott mccloud and it was insanely insightful!!! i have a whole new perspective on comics now...i cant wait to read more

[goldnskyart]

Skateboards and Jam

So I might’ve written a one shot to go with the skater x nerd prinxiety art I’ve been making recently- it wasn’t supposed to be more than one chapter but I’m a very slow writer and I didn’t wanna wait to start posting it lol.

It is ofc inspired by the jam video and the whole thing is a little silly but I love it honestly and I hope y’all like it too! I’m not usually a writer but I tried my best

Pairings: Prinxiety

Warnings: None I don’t think- possibly slight injuries in later chapters

Description: Roman has a bit of a thing for one of the skaters at his local skate park, too bad he doesn’t have any chance with him. Or does he? Virgil certainly couldn’t tell you

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Chapter 1/?

Roman kicked a pebble across the beat up asphalt, pretending he felt any sense of belonging in the little skate park. It was more of a parking lot than a park really, but still it was a popular hangout spot for people way cooler than him. Nevertheless he passed by every single day. “It’s the closest way home.” He’d say if anyone asked. And it was not untrue, if it wasn’t he wouldn’t have found it in the first place. But actually he mostly just enjoyed watching a bunch of cute guys do cool tricks on their boards, he knew it was delusional to even think any of them would be interested in him, most of them were probably not even into guys. However a guy with as vivid an imagination as Roman couldn’t just let the idea go. Maybe if he came by often enough someone would come up to him and sweep him off his feet, metaphorically or not he wouldn’t mind either way. And he had one specific guy in mind. A guy who always carried a board with a rainbow spiderweb roughly painted on, which of course means he’s gay or well, probably, maybe, there was a non zero chance. It was the closest thing to a rainbow he had seen around there. He wasn’t what Roman would usually consider his type but fuck he was cute, there was no point even trying to deny it.

Virgil annoyedly blew a few strands of purple hair out of his eyes. What was even the point of being at the park alone, he couldn’t skate and didn’t have any intention of making new friends. Still there he was. It was just one of those days. Everything that could go wrong had and as a cherry on top the friends he was supposed to skate with canceled last minute. Virgil glanced down on his board, decorated with a rainbow spiderweb, he was quite fond of it but still the temptation to just snap it in half was strong. But he didn’t. For a moment he just stood there trying to shake the frustrations in the pleasant autumn breeze but was quickly pulled back to reality by the overwhelming feeling of someone watching him. Looking over his shoulder he did indeed see someone not very subtly staring at him. And he knew who it was. Or well, knew was a bit of a stretch, but he recognised him. The dude walked by like every single day. A stereotypical nerd always looking so proper and put together, not even a single strand out of place on his oh so perfect head of beautiful golden brown hair. It pissed him off. Virgil lightly shook his head, that nerd was getting on his last nerve just by existing.

Roman looked away for a moment, his attention grabbed by loud cheering on the other side of the park. Someone did something cool it seems but he just missed it. His heart took a jump in his chest as he suddenly felt a strong hand grip his jaw and forcefully turn his head back around. And there he was that one skater boy, his face only inches away from his own. Roman’s cheeks immediately flushed, his heart beating so loud he could’ve sworn the entire park heard it. Virgil acted entirely on impulse, normally he would never approach a stranger but this time he just lost it. “What the hell are you lookin’ at nerd?” He almost hissed out, aggressively shoving his face in Romans.

“I just think you’re cute-“ Roman just blurted it out without thinking about it for even a second, his voice muffled by the tight grip on his cheeks. His face turned an even deeper shade of red as he realized what he just said, and he thought himself to be able to see a faint blush cover the others face as well. Virgil just blankly stared at him, at a complete loss for words. This was not what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be intimidated and leave. Not give Virgil butterflies. What the fuck. Slowly he loosened his grip and backed away a little, instead starting to anxiously pull at his hoodie. Roman just stared for a moment trying to take in what was happening, he was half expecting to be punched in the face, or made fun of at the very least. But seeing the other guy's reaction he couldn’t help but break a little smile. “Would you mind teaching me some tricks?” he asked, glancing over at the board the skater was still loosely holding under his arm. Roman never had any intention of learning to skate but he thought it might be a good place to start talking. And it did sound like something straight out of a romcom so of course he wanted that.

Virgil was completely lost in his own world overwhelmed by his own feelings. Looking up at the other he realized he just asked him something, no idea what but by the way he was looking at him it was clear he was waiting for an answer. “I-eh sure?” He said just hoping it was an appropriate answer to whatever was asked, his hand nervously finding its way to the back of his neck. Romans grin widened “today?” he asked, reaching out and spinning one of the wheels on the colorful skateboard “I bet I can do one of those cool jumps.” Virgil couldn’t help but snort at that. On the inside however he was panicking, realizing what he had just agreed to. Surprisingly it wasn’t the idea of hanging out with a complete stranger that scared him, it was the fact that he himself couldn’t skate, and now he had promised to teach someone else. How the hell was he gonna do that without admitting he’s not actually a skater. No doubt the guy would laugh at him too, he’d certainly not think he was cool anymore and leave. For some reason the thought made Virgil's heart sink. "Oh, I almost forgot- I’m Roman!” he reached his hand out towards Virgil, with a smile so bright you’d think it’d rival the sun itself.

(All of the chapters and the art that goes with it can be found under the skateboards and jam tag)

[utilitycaster]

something I keep repeatedly realizing, and then not writing about, is how wiki summaries and meta usually end up focusing on completely different things, and not even in the sense of "your wiki summary should be as neutral and factual as possible whereas meta is inherently making an argument" nor "wiki summaries tend to focus on the story itself whereas meta on actual play frequently, though not always, incorporates analysis of mechanics" but rather "meta is, 99% of the time, about a conversation that can be summarized in a single sentence if that."

[tomfoolies]

selfshiptober: tomja edition days 20-21

the moment i've been waiting for !!! i wrote these two prompts as the very first ones back in september, and definitely consider them my favourites of this month! hope you guys like them as much as i do <33

20. trust 

Drinking to soothe his anxiety wasn't the best idea. Sharing his stupid plan with Sonja wasn't very smart either, based on the way she's reacting.

"Tom. You don't have to do it."

Her voice is calm and slow, but the desperation bleeds through. With tears in her eyes like she's seeing the future looming behind him, caught in the middle of receiving a premonition.

He sighs deeply, thinking in circles — the result always ends up being the same. "But this could be my best move. I might not have a choice."

"But you do. I promise you do," she counters, nearly pleading. "Just hold out a little bit longer. See what happens. That's all I ask."

Resolve and hesitation in a headlock somewhere in his chest. She's knelt down in front of him, peering into his eyes; always observing him, paying attention. Seeing to the very depths of him in a way that is both comforting and agonizing. He feels so wide open under her gaze.

She is right, he relents; he does have a choice. He just doesn't know if he's making the right one.

21. nightmare

In the back of the plane, all alone with no crew or any of his coworkers, he thinks about the body, still laying right where he left it.

Small and fragile, a human but not really, not ever. Growing colder by the minute. Broken sternum and ribs from the mandatory attempts to save the conceded heart.

He wants to go check on it, just in case. Make sure it's not breathing again; he wouldn't know what to do if the old man tried to crawl back to life, refusing to quit. He wants to call the siblings, he wants to call her and tell them he's done, they need to come get him because there's only so much he can take and at least he knows when it's time to—

He blinks and then he's awake, staring at the half-open bedroom door leading to the hallway.

Sonja’s deep-sleep breathing prompts him to turn around. The clock on her bedside table tells him there’s still hours left until the morning. The dream wasn't anything special, very similar to the others he's been having lately, but it always leaves a lingering feeling of revulsion. Making it hard to fall back asleep immediately.

To ease that feeling he listens to the sounds of slumber, both hers and the dogs'. Wondering when the ghosts will finally leave him be.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

My boyfriend and I just did the maths, and I started writing Sorry, It's Locked almost a year ago and I'm actually reeling, like what the hell??? I've been working on it for that long? Insanity.

Apparently I started writing it pretty much immediately after he got me into marble hornets, cos the first chapter was created on march first. And now I'm just thinking whether I should wait to post the last chapter on march 1st, as long as I get it finished before then, just to make it come full circle lol

[realisaonum]

Listen/purchase: Love by Boy Harsher, Lesser Man

[mishy-mashy]

I just think if Natsuki Naoko was transported to Re:Zero instead of Subaru, we'd have a very different - but also funny and now a slice-of-life - story

Everything she says doesn't have any hatred or weight behind it, it's all sounding like the airy speculation of a child going "Ohhhhh"

(About spirits, whenever they show up) "Well, I hate small, round things."

Somehow managing to walk away from the alleyway without a problem, the trio just bows awkwardly and apologize for standing in her way like scolded children

"S-Sorry.."

Since I (personally) wouldn't want to subject Mama Naoko to Return By Death, I think everything would magically work out for her and she'd throw around life lessons that no one understands... at first

"That's why you should always label your mayonnaise bottle."

"Um... Mayonnaise?"

Just a nice mother, clapping her hands with a happy smile, unaware to the small crowd of the cast she's amassed behind her, all Team Protect Mama.

[malusrecord]

((The fact that Ford's comment about someone stealing his eyes when answering his door (with a loaded crossbow at the ready, mind you) was actually legitimate bc Bill threatened him with that exact thing because Ford hadn't activated the portal and (and if you ask me this next part is the deeper reason) because he contacted Stanley asking him for help???? UGHHHHHHHH.))

[madegeeky]

Hannibal (the TV series) seasons in one sentence:

Season 1: The least amount of police procedural you will ever see in a police procedural.

Season 2: Reins are off now, fuckers, let's do some goddamn character work!

Season 3: Wherein the first half is Hannibal writing fanfiction and the second half has completely new main characters.

[queenofbaws]

Like Wringing Blood From a Stone an Until Dawn/The Quarry fic by TheIcyQueen

“CHRIST!”

Bobby grinned as he reached the landing. He knew better than to laugh, but boy, it was a close thing. When he stuck his head in the living room, he saw clear as day that Travis hadn’t taken the lightning storm outside into account. He looked about as white as a sheet, pressing one of his hands hard to the spot above his heart as he lifted the needle from the record.

“There’s somethin’ wrong with the plug, I keep tellin’ you,” Mom snapped, marching in from the kitchen, hot on his heels. “Breathe too loud in here and it turns itself on, but does anyone listen to me? Nooo!”

“Is the plug the reason why the volume was cranked up all the way?” Travis caught his eye then, and a look of relief washed over him. “Bobby, do something about this, would you? One of us is gonna have a heart-attack if this thing keeps acting up, and knowing my luck…” he brushed past him, grabbing his raincoat from the hook and shaking it out, “…it won’t be me.”

Chapter 15 now on AO3

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

Finally actually reading Blues Legacies and Black Feminism by Angela Y. Davis is like...oh WOW, I should really be listening to these artists.

[freckliedan]

hey uhh if you were serious about wanting to hear about what it's like to be a post hiatus phannie. my hand slipped and i wrote an essay about it (you're under absolutely no obligation to read it of course. it ended up being wayyy too long. i just have a lot of thoughts) 🧡

i was serious about wanting to hear and I LOVE THIS ESSAY getting to see them through different eyes is so cool!!!!!!!!