#anna writes sometimes

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[sonicrainicorn]

Thicker Than Water

Four times Anna and Kevin were mistaken for Cupcake’s parents and one time they weren’t.*

*okay, they still are. But it’s different that time, trust me.

(read it here)

((hi. I'm back with the single dad au. and happy birthday Dan ig))

[you-remind-me-of-the-babe]

Hello and happy coc and CORB posting! I’m enjoying seeing what everyone is sharing!

I’m not doing either because I’m still working on the WIP that just won’t quit. 😅 But I feel like I can wrap the final chapter up by the end of the year. At least, that’s my hope.

Here are six sentences out of order from the 10th and final chapter of Depth of Reason. I realized there were a lot of women in the first 3k of this chapter. So here’s one sentence or either dialog or a reference of each of them. Any guesses as to who’s who?

“Hello? Simon? Oh,” she sighs, practically sobs, and my first instinct is to soothe her even though I don’t know what’s wrong.

[Redacted] frets and Baz has to cut her off before she gets into summarizing the doom scrolling she’d been doing before he called.

Thankfully, she’s not on speaker, but I do catch certain words and phrases like eviscerate, heads up their arses, and flaming pile of dog poo.

I think that’s been the hardest part, knowing that working with her at the new school might not come to fruition.

[redacted]: And make sure he knows this is NOT the end.

“I need to buy that woman a fruit basket,” he mutters.

Thank you for the tags this morning @cutestkilla @rimeswithpurple @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @forabeatofadrum @ic3-que3n @theearlgreymage @thewholelemon @nightimedreamersworld @hushed-chorus I love seeing what you’re working on! (Also woke up to a mention from Rainbow herself saying thank you and it made my freaking morning) Tagging @fatalfangirl @artsyunderstudy @aristocratic-otter @whatevertheweather @moodandmist @raenestee @valeffelees @blackberrysummerblog @youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @run-for-chamo-miles and anyone else who sees this and wants to play 💜

[rughydrangea]

So I am very behind on The Midnight Romance in Hagwon, but I'm making my way through it, and enjoying it. But. There are two things that aren't really points against it, but that are informing how I experience it.

My journey in academia really started 9 years ago, when I began grad school. And I taught a lot in grad school, both for professional training and because once your funding runs out it's a major way to earn money. But for all that time, I was both a teacher and a student, and the student part of my identity felt much more important. Yes, graduate students teach, but teaching is generally thought of as the thing that facilitates research and writing, which is what you're actually there to do.

Since finishing my PhD two years ago and making the transition to professorhood, I have shifted to thinking of myself as a teacher before being a writer/scholar/researcher (which is problematic in ways that I will not bore anyone by outlining, but also due to the fact that low-level professors teach a fuckton! I went from teaching one class at a time to teaching three at a time; it occupies the bulk of my waking hours). And my reception of media about teaching/education has markedly changed. I find it really stressful now! And even though the academies that are highlighted in this drama bear no resemblance to the kind of teaching I do (and represent, to me, the antithesis of what education should be about, which to be fair is something that is very much on the show's mind), the detail of extreme stressing over class size and student retention rings so true to me, a professor in a tiny program that is constantly worrying about enrollment, that I actually find it kind of unpleasant to watch.

My attitude towards student/teacher romance is different now too. This has never been a trope I've been obsessed with, because teaching has been a big part of my life for a while and the ethical issues are really insurmountable, but I've certainly enjoyed romances that exist on the edges of that trope (to keep with Director Ahn Pan Seok, Secret Love Affair is basically a student/teacher romance, when you get right down to it, and goodness knows I adored that drama). And here, I do think the foundations for Hye Jin and Joon Ho's relationship are laid in such a way that it's tough to think that they are doing anything unethical from that point of view: it's been a decade since she was actually his teacher, and he is unambiguously an adult. If there's anything unethical about their relationship, I'd say it's that technically she's his boss.

But Joon Ho really does, in a lot of ways, still think of Hye Jin as his teacher, and it makes me feel uneasy (and I do appreciate that it makes her uneasy too, to the extent that she literally kicks him out of bed when he calls her seonsaeng-nim and ssaem during foreplay (which to be fair was pretty funny))--not because the content of the drama aims to prompt such a feeling, but because as a teacher the idea of that kind of classroom relationship morphing into a romance just doesn't compute for me. They're just two fundamentally different ways of relating to another person, and they don't/can't overlap. It's not a question of age at all. (I think it's a question of power. A classroom relationship by its nature is imbalanced, that's unavoidable, but so much of the art of teaching is navigating how to manage that imbalance in a respectful and responsible way.) And again, from this perspective I really think the writing has gone out of its way to make this relationship not gross. This is much less of a drama-thing than a me-thing--I'm just observing that the life I've ended up leading has genuinely changed how I see the world (I can't imagine thinking any of this ten years ago).

[thedragonemperess]

Episode 22 of the Vampire Diaries and I'm looking for a filler episode. Where is the filler episode. This is episode 22 of Season 1 and I am in dire need of a filler episode. These characters are great, I love seeing them interact, I want a little bit less of the rapid fire plot progression in which nothing gets the time to sit in itself or grow. How high is the bidding for a filler episode. I am desperately searching for a filler episode. Can someone please get me a filler episo-

.....What's that?

............There is no filler episode?

............................................

Well, fuck me.

[dragonskxn]

As much as I love writing relationships I think it's important to know that Annalise can acknowledge that a character is attractive without actually wanting to be in a relationship with them.

She doesn't always immediately click with other characters and that's ok!

Relationships other than romantic (platonic, familial, etc.) are just as important to her.

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

1929 — Carlo sends one last letter to his family in Sicily, writing about Xaviero's death. He asks them not to write any more

Who are we to each other? Strangers from different worlds? Or maybe we're just random victims of spontaneous impulses? Do you know how hard it is — to pull the trigger? This world is so good the second before it explodes.

cont.d: Through the anxious twilight, the smoke of cigarettes, Reflected in the mirror by the nervous flame of a candle. I'm sitting at the table — there's a gun on it I'm playing a game for strong men

I'm laughing at myself — I'm drawing a mustache, You don't know what I'm like for sure

You don't know how serious this is going to be. I have two hours until dawn And one more unresolved question:

Who are we to each other? Strangers from different worlds? Or maybe we're just random victims of spontaneous impulses? Do you know how hard it is — to pull the trigger? This world is so good the second before it explodes.

You lost your shadow yesterday by accident, And today it's not you, it's her visiting me We'll play a little game here in the dark.

The gun, me and the shadow, try to understand I, alas, don't know how serious it was, Your shadow, unfortunately, cannot answer To this simple question:

Who are we to each other? Strangers from different worlds? Or maybe we're just random victims of spontaneous impulses? Do you know how hard it is — to pull the trigger? This world is so good the second before it explodes.

We'll punish each other with the ultimate measure of despair, To erase this evening from our memories. There's only one bullet. Don't feel bad. I'm spinning a drum and that bullet is mine

And now I know for sure how serious it all is 'Cause silence is also the answer To my ridiculous question

*** Late at night. Through all the commas finally got to the point. Address. Mail. Don't worry, I'll never dedicate another line to you. Quiet. Sounds. Sounds rarely reach me at night. The letters dance. I write and never expect a reply.

I love without needing an answer.

[vampirehizzies]

does anyone agree with the concept of that d2 miner guy that threatened katniss in mockingjay being related to clove or is that really far fetched

[bitchdafuqyousay]

Bad Bread

Nikolaj stared at the vague imitation of a loaf of sourdough on his kitchen counter; his lips pressed into a thin line in a desperate attempt to keep himself from laughing at it.

"Niko, I'm gonna fucking die. Oh my God it's so ugly I'm genuinely ashamed of it. My hideous first born child," His guest, an enthusiastic but slightly hopeless bread baking tutee groaned pathetically, her upper half slumped onto the counter next to him with her face in her hands.

"It's... certainly an effort. So."

She made a distressed keen from behind her hands, a sound he imagined a slowly dying rodent might make, "Fuck this I'm sticking to desserts. The only bread I'll ever make is monkey. God."

That hardly counted as a type of bread in Nikolaj's opinion, but he digressed;

"Maybe not all is lost, Anna, the outside appearance is. Well. We can both see it in front of us but maybe-"

"Niko I swear to whatever higher being you believe in if you it's what's in the inside that counts me right now I'll throw a fuckin' tantrum."

"Frankly, I think you're already throwing one. A small one, but one nonetheless," He pulled a bread knife from his knife block (a recent birthday gift from the woman currently whining over his counter) and approached the almost bread adjacent lump to slice it.

Wow.

"It deflated."

Anna screeched something unintelligible and all but fell to the floor, crouching on his tiles. The crust had somehow completely separated from the actual bread, and was floating down pathetically onto the loaf like a sad, threadbare blanket. Nikolaj once again sucked his lips in to keep from wheezing out a laugh, his friend was having no such reservations however.

She'd gone from woeful humiliation to loud uninhibited squawks of laughter; stifled only by her hands that still hid her face, "Oh my god it's so bad!"

"Air bubbles happen," He was trying for encouraging, "It might be alright."

"Nikooooo-" She wheezed out through peels of laughter, "You know it's shit!"

"Not yet I don't." Despite his placating he was squinting suspiciously at the thing. Truth be told, he had zero inclinations or even a smidgen of faith that it would taste alright. He broke off a teeny piece from the slice he'd cut, steeling himself to try it.

His efforts to prepare himself were for naught, however, because Anna had sprung up whip-quick from her spot on his tiled floor and snatch the morsel from his fingers.

"No. No fucking way. I'll be damned if I let you try this. I'm humiliated as is and I'd sooner throw myself down this building's elevator shaft than let Nikolaj- premium baker savant perfectionist- Kato put this anywhere near his pretty mouth." She punctuated her (ridiculous) statement by tossing the bite of bread into her mouth and chewing quickly like there was a risk he'd take it back from her. He leaned back onto his counter, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the very impressive array of expressions cross her face.

"It's so bad. It is so goddamn bad," was the final review- delivered with a now deadpan face and rounded shoulders, "It's a good thing I brought my own ingredients instead of using yours like you offered. This is a total fucking waste. Of everything. Even air."

Nikolaj snorted and swiped a second small piece for himself, he wanted to know. He was desperately curious, ignoring Anna as she slowly shook her head no, tossing it into his mouth and cautiously chewing.

It really is true that curiosity killed the poor cat.

"Honestly, I'm impressed. It's texture in hand and on first bite is fine but somehow it turns to ash the second it comes into contact with saliva-" He wasn't able to suppress a huff of laughter this time "-it even tastes like ash. I imagine this is what'd it be like to scoop a handful of remains from the inside of a crematorium and try to eat it."

"Niko I am going to fucking kill myself right here in your kitchen."

She said it so dryly (as dry as the bread attempt he was currently spitting into his trash can) that he barked out a surprised laugh, nearly choking on what was left in his mouth. After a second or two she started laughing again, each exhale getting louder and louder.

"It was like trying the goddamn cinnamon challenge all over again!" She screeched and he started to laugh harder, remembering that stupid trend and how it'd gone for them when they tried it. He still had the video of it on his computer, two stupid high schoolers in atrocious 2010s fashion trying to swallow spoonfuls of spice and choking instantaneously- coughing reddish brown powder all over themselves and one another in her mother's kitchen. Her laugh increased in volume; interrupted by loud painful snorting as she tried to say something else. It came out more like the sound of a banshee choking and he had to lean on the counter to support himself as he choked on his own spit.

Her laugh had always taken him out, she'd start squawking and he'd bypass laughter and go straight to wheezing and tearing up. She flapped her hands, drawing his attention to the failed lump of bread on his counter- pointing and shrieking as it somehow deflated even further, the bottom flattening out like a punctured tire.

He guffawed (a very ugly sound, even to his own ears) at the pathetic thing and a sharp cackle bubbled out of Anna's chest at the sound. The high sharp, crack of her laughs merged with his diaphragm deep gasps and rumbly chuckles in the air of his kitchen and he briefly worried about his old as dirt neighbor rocking up to his door to bitch about the noise. He looked over at Anna as she leaned over onto the counter, grinning so big he thought her cheeks might tear as she tried to catch her breath.

Whatever. Fuck that old bag.

Nikolaj smiled back at her, not as big as her smile (no one could ever smile as big or bright as Anna did) but no less genuine or joyful, his own chest heaving as he clutched the counter corner for support.

"Niko, I'm telling you-" she straightened herself up "-I'm sticking to desserts." Her grin was still there, all teeth.

"Anna, I'm telling you," He pointed at the "bread" and smirked smugly at her, "I'm taking that thing to school tomorrow, and showing it to Ira."

"You will not show that to our meanest colleague!" She stomped her foot but her smile widened, no doubt imagining their friend's reaction to it. Ira would absolutely try it and the sharp witted woman would bring them all to their knees with the quips she'd make about it.

"Oh who knows. Maybe she'll like it! It might remind her of cigarette ash," He started and Anna let out a chuff of laughter, "You keep making that bread and bring it to her, and she'll be able to quit in no time. Wean her off with it."

"Ira'd beat you half to death with her office chair if she heard you say that!"

"I'll give her your attempt at bread, say it, then run out real quick to the infirmary so that way even if she does catch me I'll be able to get medical attention immediately."

"Wow, full proof plan. Incredible calculations." She turned to face the loaf completely, planting her hands on her hips and shaking her head, "Seriously though, the hell do we do with this? Put it out on the street, it's so bad I'm willing to chuck it to the birds. Leave my first born to the wilderness."

"Stop calling it that, also, what wilderness? This is a residential block, Anna. In a city. The wildest thing here is my neighbor."

"Oh yeah, for sure. That bitch bites I just know it. If that walking mummy gets too pissed about volume she'll snap and leave her dentures embedded in your arm. Septic bite type beat."

Nikolaj chuckled, "She'd pitch a fit if we chuck this outside, and truthfully, I don't even think the birds in this so-called wilderness will want this."

She rolled her eyes as he came to stand next to her, the both of them staring down at the halfway flat bread in amused silence. He nudged her with his hip to get her attention, "We'll try again next weekend."

She looked up at him and matched his smile, "Yeah. I'll bring my own shit again. Not using up your Grade A baking stuff to bring yet another ugly lump into this world."

[anna-scribbles]

one cool and chill thing about me is that before i can write a sentence about a character i have to figure out everything that’s ever happened to them and probably their parents and extended family also

[eiko-chatter]

🍓?

The ways you approach life (with kindness and thoughtfulness and curiosity) have always been inspiring to me - a lot of the growth I am proudest of is the ways in which I have intentionally become more like you. You're a wonderful person, and I'm so glad I get to know you.

[lover-of-mine]

Can you make this into a book please? This sounds like one rollercoaster of a slowburn if i have ever seen one!

Considering he is my biggest cheerleader when it comes to me becoming an author, I will tell you, if we end up together, I'm writing a book, use his input to write his side of it too yk. Maybe I'll do it even if we don't. Who knows. I'm too confused right now but, dude, that would be a nice romance novel, that's for sure, I would be eating it UP if I was watching it from the outside lol chronic bad timing, best friends to lovers, could be nice, could be very nice kapakpakapakaokaoa

[papers-pamphlet]

Ah I finally finished TURN

[potatoesandsunshine]

clenching my teeth trying to remember that it's okay if i don't write long fic

[ginger-grimm]

I called in sick just now, a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulder. I wish I had the stamina to keep going this time but I am so done shoving my own feelings away in favor of making everyone else happy.

[sncwbaz]

writing academic papers would be so much more fun if i got to be a little stupid sometimes.