#adi is a writer

[adiduck]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Characters: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Additional Tags: Getting Together, Soulmate AU, Blizzards as a Metaphor, because I cannot help myself, Maverick Mitchell is a Great Pilot, also because I cannot help myself, a little kisse for the girlies (gn), (and a more-than-kisse too) Summary:

It had been a long day.

A long fucking day, and that was without the divert to civilian airspace to outrun a blizzard and a hard landing Maverick was still feeling in his spine. A long day without having to wait twenty minutes for a payphone to open up or the prospect of trying to trudge to the nearest hotel on foot, considering the line for taxis Maverick could see wrapping around the bend and coming back inside the terminal.

A long day, and it still wasn’t even over.

[connabeth]

annabeth teasing percy about him being on the brink of calling her a friend (even though he literally just said he’d turn his back on his dad for her because she's done a lot more for him in days than poseidon his whole life, which goes a lot deeper than maybe friendship) is gold because you KNOW she is never letting that shit slide. down the line in season 2, when she's crying in his arms underwater in a bubble over what the sirens showed her, i hope she wipes her tears real quick and tells him he went through quite the length to save someone he could never be friends with. in season 3, when annabeth is rescued from being kidnapped (after percy sneaks onto a quest he has no business being on yet again because he cares about her too much) and he asks her to dance on olympus during the solstice, i hope she jokingly declines because they could simply never be friends and not friends don’t dance with each other. in season 4, when he’s by default assumed to be a companion on her quest, i hope she goes ‘actually…i only bring my friends on quests with me’. in season 5, when he asks for a kiss for good luck, i hope she puts him in place bc who asks people they’re not even friends with for kisses? when he confesses his feelings for her and is trying to tell her she’s his tether to his mortality and a reason he denied godhood, i hope she goes ‘surely you didn’t think of me. because we could never be friends” before she kisses him. writers do your fucking jobs PLEASE

[sunsetgloom]

Jedi High Council members as of 40 BBY:

FULLY CONFIRMABLE (7) Yoda (it's Yoda) Oppo Rancisis (has been there since 232 BBY, still present 32 BBY) Yarael Poof (see above) Eeth Koth (on the Council before Windu according to one source, appointed by 40 BBY according to Wookiepedia) Plo Koon (took over for after Master Tyvokka 44 BBY) Mace Windu (replaced Master Katri at 28, born 72 BBY, joined 44 BBY) Poli Dapatian (can confirm canonically on council at the latest of 41 BBY) PRESUMED (4) Yaddle (presumed due to age and lack of full rosters for prior years) Micah Giiett (died 33 BBY, was a Councilor up to that point, presumed on it for the 7+ years beforehand) Sifo-Dyas (no known join date that I could find, kicked off 33 BBY, presumed on it for the 7+ years beforehand) Saesee Tiin (stark hyperspace war veteran. nothing concrete other than that according to my notes :/) CAN SWITCH BETWEEN ANY (1+) Jor Aerith (died during Order 66 but was not on the Council during the Clone Wars as far as we know. Presumably she retired) Gretz Droom (Jor's padawan. Also not known to be on the Council during the Clone Wars but was a Council member at one point. Presumably retired) Tera Sinube (retired during the 40s. We don't know when exactly, but unlikely it was 40 BBY exactly. I just included him because I forgot about him entirely while trying to work out earlier rosters :/) Even Piell (ehhhhhh this one's iffy. He's definitely on it during TPM but nothing points to him being there before that but TPM takes place 32 BBY and Sifo-Dyas and Micah Giiett made the PRESUMED category so he's here too :/) Adi Gallia (see above) and there you go. all 12(+) Council members during the year 40 BBY

[18shadesofmay]

a ferret hunches in the shadow

of a towering screeching owl

the owl that hunts her

the presence that haunts her

and leaves her to weep,

then heal, then weep.

his talons bare, his eyes snare,

he’s perfectly good and numb of heart

now they perch on the same branch

three feet away and a universe apart.

he pecks and tears

her flesh and hairs

but leaves her face unblemished

“remnants of my sour love,

i cannot devour you whole;

your wounds give me life

but your absence would puncture

my eggshell heart,

my violent soul.”

[sunrisemcash]

PALPS DIES GUYS!

[mtab2260]

Secretly, I've been working on a project for myself that I wasn't planning on publishing for a while.

However, as I was working on it, and expanding on it after all these months, I had an amazing idea today. I'm already four chapters in and I'm so excited to get to the point where I can start posting it.

It's a revamped version of my first-ever fanfic.

The first version was so bad I deleted it years ago now. But I've been working on so many parts for so long that it's actually incredible that I'm finally finding a way to put all the pieces together.

I don't have a set timetable just yet. I want to finish a few more chapters and then I'll start posting week by week hopefully.

But still, I'm so excited!

[ariannadi]

Having the clan leaders in masters is just making me wish we got a book or SOMETHING that established backstories/lore for these characters.

For instance, is Irida actually older than Adaman? She talks to him like a child, and as we saw in the credits for Hisuian Snow (presumably two years before PLA according to the info we get in game) Adaman looks like he’s ~16, hasn’t reached his full height, and is still in his Diamond Clan member uniform, whereas Irida is already leader by the looks of things despite allegedly having only just come into the role in Legends.

Not to mention, post-game, Irida and Mai admit they have talks about how Adaman is doing as a leader, who is also known to not be taken seriously by his people and treated like a little brother moreso than anything. So when he rags on Irida about inexperience, is it just inconsistent writing? Is it him just pointing out that neither of them have the right to denounce the player on the grounds of seniority?

EXPLAIN POKÉMON. EXPLAAAAAIN.

[jewishcissiekj]

MY EXACT AREA OF EXPERTISE HAS BEEN BROUGHT FORTH

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[ad1thi]

WDYM JAKE BALLARD ENDS UP IN JAIL ??? AFTER EVERYTHING HE'S DONE FOR OLIVIA ??? guys this is so unfair Jake doesn't deserve this 😭

[howdyrat]

You got this and the google docs is a click or two away!!!

someone make me write

[kaixcastiel27]

update on old friends become more!!!!

[18shadesofmay]

A Dog, a Doubt, and a Deity

“What is God?”

You shift in your seat, eyes heavy and knees sore, wondering how much body moisture one needs to sweat out before turning into a raisin. Plastic chairs are hard to sit on (in both interpretations of the word) for any more than about twenty seconds when the speaker talks like she lives in a shell on her back.

“You are not alone, friends. God's love is boundless, Her forgiveness infinite. With Her, we find a path to purpose, a connection to something greater than ourselves, and a promise of eternal life,” she slugs on. This particular lecture has been grinding on for a half hour now, and the stout little woman giving it seems dead set on converting every person, chair and housefly in the room to religion, and at a glacial pace of ten words per minute. Another half hour of boundless love and infinite forgiveness would definitely send you to something greater than yourself.

Ceiling fans murmur above you. They’re about as comprehensible to you as the speaker herself. What is the whole idea? A sense of community? Contentment? Salvation? You recall communal religiousness being a concept you once understood, but got lost as you grew older and your perceptions turned more decided. A two-sided coin you would’ve wanted to flip over, but never had the courage to read the print on the other side of. You know you’re right about this one thing, if not about every other thing. And it’s not like you need God to cook your breakfast and do your laundry anyway.

With a damp white shirt and gushing forehead, you pretend to take a call and excuse yourself from the hall. You scoff out of the building and bump into a fellow attendee, sharing quick, knowing smiles, as if to say “escaping too?”, and walk away. You’re not alone.

You decide you want a stroll in the park across the compound. Summer means more people, and more people means more faces to make stories about. You find yourself a rusty bench under a towering oak to observe from and let your thoughts brew themselves. A girl is playing with her dog, and you wonder if the dog thinks a higher power sent the rubber toy he’s so delightfully chewing on in his little toothy mouth. Or if the fluttering leaves and rustling trees are whispers from the Creator.

All these people and you sit with yourself. It isn’t lonely by any means, just a peaceful disconnect from the outside. You feel your breath slowing. Leaflets rain in an airy column, and a cloud curtains the sunlight once again. It’s almost like your heart just burst open. The dog trots over to say hello, and you ruffle his mane. His tail thumps against the ground and it feels like a symphony in a world full of clamour. There is perhaps a tinge of a form of hushed godliness in all this. Divine or not, this is…not bad.

All the noise you’ve always heard, about acts of the supreme being and gifts from above, feels somehow misdirected. In this very moment, you find yourself drowned in the calmness the priests always talk of. Even with your disagreeability, you relate with them in some kind of inexplicable soundlessness. Is this God getting to you, finally? What if She isn’t a booming voice or a vengeful hand? Just the voiceless hum of existence, the interconnectedness of all things? It may not be the God the lady preached about, but it’s enough for now. She wasn’t entirely wrong.

We simply don’t know. If it’s really Her making things move, we’d probably never find out in our fragile brevity on this weird rock. And if it isn’t, hey, you were right all along, and congratulations, it doesn’t matter one bit. There are ghost towns in the ocean and mountains in the clouds, and crowds on Shanghai streets and auroras in the north, and they’re all real regardless of the presence or absence of God. You will love and die or hate and live, and the only higher power you’ll ever need to worry about is your own self. There’s no Wikipedia page that holds the answer, but why not stop trying to write one? Right now, your God is a mere quietness that is present and full. Outside the gates of this park, maybe there exists a different one.

Maybe it’s the stout little lady back in the boring building. She definitely looked the age, didn’t she?

[fiercynn]

poetry outlets that support a free palestine

after finding out that the poetry foundation/POETRY magazine pulled a piece that discussed anti-zionism because they "don't want to pick a side" during the current genocide, i decided to put together a list of online outlets who are explicitly in solidarity with palestine where you can read (english-language) poetry, including, except where otherwise stated, by palestinian poets!

my criteria for this is not simply that they have published palestinian poets or pro-palestine statements in the past; i only chose outlets that, since october 7, 2023, have done one of the following:

published a solidarity statement against israeli occupation & genocide

signed onto the open letter for writers against the war on gaza and/or the open letter boycotting the poetry foundation

published content that is explicitly pro-palestine or anti-zionist, including poetry that explicitly deals with israeli occupation & genocide

shared posts that are pro-palestine on their social media accounts

fyi this is undoubtedly a very small sample. also some of these sites primarily feature nonfiction or short stories, but they do all publish poetry.

outlets that focus entirely on palestinian or SWANA (southwest asia and north africa) literature

we are not numbers, a palestinian youth-led project to write about palestinian lives

arab lit, a magazine for arabic literature in translation that is run by a crowd-funded collective

sumuo, an arab magazine, platform, and community (they appear to have a forthcoming palestine special print issue edited by leena aboutaleb and zaina alsous)

mizna, a platform for contemporary SWANA (southwest asian & north africa) lit, film, and art

the markaz review, a literary arts publication and cultural institution that curates content and programs on the greater middle east and communities in diaspora

online magazines who have published special issues of all palestinian writers (and all of them publish palestinian poets in their regular issues too)

fiyah literary magazine in december 2021, edited by nadia shammas and summer farah (if you have $6 usd to spare, proceeds from the e-book go to medical aid for palestinians)

strange horizons in march 2021, edited by rasha abdulhadi

the baffler in june 2021, curated by poet/translators fady joudah & lena khalaf tuffaha

the markaz review has two palestine-specific issues, on gaza and on palestinians in israel, currently free to download

literary hub featured palestinian poets in 2018 for the anniversary of the 1948 nakba

adi magazine, who have shifted their current (october 2023) issue to be all palestinian writers

outlets that generally seem to be pro-palestine/publish pro-palestine pieces and palestinian poetry

protean magazine (here's their solidarity statement)

poetry online (offering no-fee submissions to palestinian writers)

sundog lit (offering no-fee submissions to palestinian writers through december 1, 2023)

guernica magazine (here's a twitter thread of palestinian poetry they've published) guernica ended up publishing a zionist piece so fuck them too

split this rock (here's their solidarity statement)

the margins by the asian-american writers' workshop

the offing magazine

rusted radishes

voicemail poems

jewish currents

the drift magazine

asymptote

the poetry project

ctrl + v journal

the funambulist magazine

n+1 magazine (signed onto the open letter and they have many pro-palestine articles, but i'm not sure if they have published palestinian poets specifically)

hammer & hope (signed onto the letter but they are a new magazine only on their second issue and don't appear to have published any palestinian poets yet)

if you know others, please add them on!

[satoruvt]

i'm writing guys i promise i didnt just change my url and then dip

[adiluv-moved]

✦ : ❝ 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐨 !

꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which you're dear to him. 415 words.

꒰warnings꒱ reader is a professor of the armed archeologists, self-indulgent fluff.

꒰adi moment꒱ honestly felt like that one stock image of the person breaking their chains while i was writing this—thank you dr. ratio for helping me actually break through my writer's block! ♡ anyway, hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི ˆ ˘ ˆ꒱ྀི১

Despite the assumptions that one might make upon learning of your relationship with the self-declared "Mundanite," let it be known that Veritas Ratio is not a subtle lover. Far from it, really, at least when you get to know him.

And, for both better and worse, there doesn't exist another being within the universe that knows him just as intimately as you.

Undeniably arrogant, yet painstakingly obvious. Sharp-witted, with seemingly no care for the feelings of those around him, yet, in his own way, surprisingly caring of those plagued with misfortune. He says what he means and means what he says, if only because he cannot bear the inefficacy of beating around the bush, yet it means little when most find themselves in desperate need of a dictionary while attempting to converse with him.

It's contradictory, to say the least. Hypocritical, even, given just how misaligned these traits are. But such is the nature of the man you call yours, a decision that elicits both confusion and envy from students and staff alike.

Admittingly, however, it's rather difficult to bring yourself to care.

You can't, really, as the depths of his adoration become increasingly transparent over the course of your unlikely romance. As the walls he'd devotedly built come crashing down before your bright eyes, alabaster head all but abandoned as he embraces your presence, almost akin to a flower that turns to embrace the Sun's warmth.

No, you can't when he rushes to seek you out the moment his classes come to an end, muscular arms wrapped firmly around your waist as while you grade exams, chin resting atop your shoulder as he scolds the never-ending idiocy of his students. When he comes to dub you as his third panacea, mind and soul wholly entranced by your love, leaving him uncharacteristically tense whenever you're called away for an expedition.

Because it's practically impossible to care when you visit his home after returning, chatting with the man while he works on his latest sculpture only to find that its features come to resemble your own as the evening progresses. When he awakens the next morning, long before dawn, carefully untangling your bodies as he prepares to depart for his daily workout.

When, right before leaving, he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, half-asleep mind barely cognizant enough to understand the words he whispers against your skin.

"Σημαίνεις τόσα πολλά για μένα."

... He's not subtle. Not at all. ♡

꒰𝟏.꒱ "Σημαίνεις τόσα πολλά για μένα." — "You mean so much to me."

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