#YOU'RE IN MY GOOD GRACES

[hilacopter]

it is so fucking impressive how starkid managed to make max both hilarious and a genuine threat. at the same time. and it doesn't feel contradictory or forced. it takes so much talent to write a villain like that.

[justaz]

just spent this morning going back and reading my old fics and omg my writing is better than i think it is. the reason i'm so harsh on myself if because i'm literally rereading the fic as i write it so i'm far too used to it and it lacks the excitement that you get when reading fics you've never read before so it seems dull and lifeless and boring but just give it some time and space and go back and my god is it beautiful. this is a psa to other writers out there that your work is better than you think it is. give yourself some grace.

[sixpossumsinaclownsuit]

Me, self respecting: I would never be a groupie for some guy in a band I've never met, girls really throw themselves at rockstars and cry and scream to get to meet them? Have posters of them all over their room? How do you fall that in love with some guy who makes music—

Joey Batey from The Amazing Devil: (sings Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace) (sings Inkpot Gods) (sings Rockrose and Thistle) (sings Welly Boots) (sings Fair)

Me, suddenly twirling my hair: obviously that doesn't apply to YOU, pookie, omg stawwwp...

[coulson-is-an-avenger]

man. the most persistently irritating thing about daniel emond's "kill the whale" is how fucking GOOD it is at times.

every day I think about The Quarterdeck and how phenomenally it portrays that scene and the magnetism of agreeing to Ahab's quest even despite fear, and Dusk and the subplot of Starbuck falling in love with Ahab and being terrified of what that means, but ESPECIALLY Fedallah's introduction song where Fedallah is presented as a woman with agency, who looks the audience in the face and dares us to judge her for the life she has chosen.

Fedallah is presented as the captain's lover, the captain's party trick and pleasure, and owns the shitshow she lives in, and only chooses to reject that life once she tires of Ahab's fetishization and exotification of her, and then uses the very thing Ahab fetishizes so much (her prophecies) as a way to spell her own doom and drag Ahab down with her, freeing herself. The shivers I still feel when I hear Fedallah's triumphant crow of "come back here" as she sinks below the waves and Ahab watches in horror, knowing she is next.

that fucking ruled to a degree that shook me!!!!!!!!! and hearing Grace McLean and Amber Gray (and Danielle McKnight) duke it the fuck out through song was just genuinely magnificent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and then the narrative kicks you right in the throat by calling queequeg "q" for two hours straight and making his marriage to ishmael lowkey racist hate sex

[julietasgf]

Hi Vicó! I hope your doing well! 💌

hiiii grace, I hope you're doing well too!! 🥹

I want to start by saying how much I love being your mutual and having you around here! I know I already said this, and sorry if I'm repetitive, but you're such a sweet, kind person, and your posts always bring me so so so much joy! you always have such good takes, and you're so supportive!!

just as it was was the first fic I've read from you, and non-ironically it molded most of my view over sejarcus, and honestly it's THE sejarcus bible (and then medical and other various debts that's one of my FAVORITE fics in the whole fandom, I LOVE IT SO MUCH, I ALWAYS COME BACK TO REREAD)!!! you're such a talented writer, and I need to separate a little moment to highlight your AMAZING D13 WORLDBUILDING!!!! I already thought it was so amazing in just as it was (and like, before I really never thought much about D13, ofc I liked it but it didn't consume my thoughts), and then to see you expand the universe and the characters have been so amazing and I've been EATING UP everything you have done for blue blooded!! also ofc YOUR OCS!! I LOVE THEM (we love you loserboy arvada and absolutely queen brielle), I love the care and love you put into them and you can SEE it

anyway I'm very happy and glad to have you as a mutual, it always makes me so happy to talk to you and read your works <33 I hope you're doing well grace!!

[rapidhighway]

So you're saying artists see the playlists you put their songs in? How does it feel to be in a shadow the hedgehog playlist

[abrahamvanhelsings]

imagining the things graham gore could and would have done to edward little's cervix had he lived a little longer

[smile-files]

there's something interesting to be said about how nickel's female friends have to constantly school him on how horrible he is but animationepic won't say it

[ellies-enrichment]

Me to Joel Elizabeth Miller when season 2 premieres

[tetedurfarm]

really trying to get ahead of the fourth of july shitshow this year. started pushing corid on every young or new rabbit in the barn; they'll have it well in their system by the time the fireworks start, and i might offer chamomile to the older ones that i'm not worried about getting ill from eating things off the ground. for the hoofies i bought a calming paste to try so that maybe this year i won't be shooting one of my goats the next day 🙃

unfriendly reminder that if you fire fireworks near livestock i hate you and i hope you get a really big boil directly on your asshole

[ceramicbeetle]

finding a character that grates against your nerves and eventually thinking, well, that's not fair, you haven't done anything; why do i dislike you? and then you dwell on this for a while and discover 'oh! you are like me when i was younger' and decide well, i'll simply learn how to love the both of you. power in this.

[gxlden-angels]

I don't know entirely how to explain this, but I think an important part of healing from religious trauma is learning about substance use disorders and shifting your views on drugs to neutral

[mackthecheesy]

rip to the person in my dream last night who i was in a time loop trying to save </3 woke up before i ever could

[fictionadventurer]

I am pleased to find that all the people who said that Book 2 of The Wingfeather Saga was much better than Book 1 were very right.

[meanderfall]

Leo: I couldn’t protect my brothers, my master. I feel like such a complete failure, and no matter how I try to rationalize it, justify it, it always comes down to the fact that I wasn’t good enough.

me:

[i-eat-deodorant]

Ooo please tell me about Pumping Ass part 2.

I'm invested.

[WIP ASKS]

The stars aligned when he received an email at noon a couple days later, telling him not to come to shift today, that someone had backed their truck directly into the front entrance (gods, what he would pay to have been there to see that clusterfuck) and they were replacing the sliding doors that should’ve been replaced years ago. Normally he’d spend his break arguing online over stock prices with people whose opinions don’t matter, but the moderators of his latest circle had banned him (over threats of violence—what was he about to do, strangle someone over the screen?) and he was still fuming too hard to find a new one. 

So when he slipped out of his pants and saw a white card fluttering onto the ground, he picked it up. The cardstock was wrinkled and soft from how he’d shoved it in his pocket, but Lambert’s name and address were still visible. Driving distance. Walking distance, if he was willing to suffer an hour in public in exchange for saving gas. 

Which is how Narinder found himself slouched in front of a tacky McMansion in broad daylight, judging the topiary. 

Seriously, how were they not embarrassed to put these things in public? He could flash himself and retain more modesty than what these trimmed bushes were doing to their property. And then there was that eyesore set of marble columns, scrunched halfway into the wall next to windows that looked to be drawn on blindfolded. Then there were the four garage doors on the side; if Lambert admitted to him that they were housing a small army for war in their garage, he’d believe it over the cars. 

A towering black bull in a suit answered the door when he rang. He took one look at Narinder, then began to close the door.

“Wait!” Narinder shoved his foot inside. “I have an appointment with Lambert.” 

“We do not accept solicitors nor beggars.” Already he could hear a tinge of irritation in the bull’s voice. 

Rude. He’d actually dressed nice for this: black pants and a blazer that had been in the laundromat instead of on the floor, and an undershirt that wasn’t stained with anything.  “I’m not, Lambert said I was welcome. Here, I have their…” He reached for the card, but realized that handing someone a crumpled piece of paper wasn’t exactly solid evidence. “Just. Just let them know I’m here, they know who I am.” 

“You can contact them through the proper channels then.” 

It was getting difficult to keep the door open with how hard the bull was pushing it closed. Narinder was about to step back before his foot got smashed before another voice joined in from the back. 

“Thoryn! Let him in pal, I told him he could come here whenever he likes.” 

Narinder stumbled a bit as the bull, Thoryn, swung the door inwards. Standing at the foot of a grand staircase was Lambert, clad in fuzzy white pajamas and slippers. They smiled upon seeing him. “Great timing, you caught me on one of my days off. I don’t have anything planned until evening.” 

“Sir—he—” Thoryn looked between them, before understanding quickly dawned on his expression. “Understood. I’ll leave you to it, sir.” With that, the bull walked away with far more speed than necessary, hooves clicking against the tiled floor. 

Narinder watched him disappear off into a corner. “He doesn’t think I’m a hooker, does he.” 

“Hopefully not, but the circumstances fit—” 

“I’m not a hooker.” Narinder spat, hands shoved tight into his pockets.

-

"Bastard broke all of his bones falling. You know what they say about the impact on the water, from high up. Nobody can bounce back from that."

"But you're still here," Lambert said. A hand gripped Narinder's wrist, solid and real. "Maybe the myth was wrong. Maybe Icarus drowned, but in the middle of the pain all his ribs fracturing he realized that one of his arms wasn't broken, and he dragged himself to shore."

Narinder sat up, blankets falling off his figure. It was too dark to make out more than shadows, but he traced silhouette of Lambert in greyscale, the rise and fall of their chest. It all felt like a surreal dream, a hell he'd wake up from and be back in his mansion with his wife and kids. "Life should've pummeled that kind of blind optimism out of you decades ago."

"It's helped, though." Lambert was looking at him as well. His eyes adjusted to the darkness just enough to catch their smile. "Wouldn't be where I am without it."

Maybe he didn't want this dream to end.

yeah it's just a potential continuation of Tropical Sunset (aka gas station au). can you tell i browsed McMansion Hell posts before i wrote this haha. need to absorb angry architect power.

i'm actually kind of excited to write it because there's a scene i have planned that just. gets really dark and serious all of a sudden that i have planned and i wanna tackle something that i don't particularly see people portraying. gas station au is my silly little test au and i'm taking it for a roller coaster ride.