#archiving friends quotes

[uabppgang]

“Chefs butthole lick on god”

- Anonymous source (VictorLUVR69)

[grilled-chez]

tma characters as things my friends have said:

[lena-oleanderson]

love & friendship - collected writings from side wounds and other poems

[jeena-says-hi]

Jon's past comes back to haunt him when the Spotify wrapped comes out:

Tim: Right then gang! Who was everyone's top artist on their Spotify wrapped?

Jon: Tim, I don't think this is of any importance

Tim: Sure it is, boss! I for example had Chappell Roan as my number 1, I was even in the top 0.05% of listeners!

Sasha: Yea, that isn't surprising, you played hot to go on repeat whenever there was a statement about fire

Tim: What can I say, it's a banger!

Tim: Anyway, what about you Sasha?

Sasha: you are talking to one of the top 0.1% of listeners for The Cardigans

Martin: Ooh I love them! I got The Crane Wives, their songs are just so calming and relaxing

Tim: Oh yea, I've seen a few cool animations to their songs! That definitely aren't from a Minecraft series or anything

Sasha: Don't lie Tim, I know you cry every time you see a cactus

Tim: WE ARE GETTING OFF TRACK!

Tim: Who did you get Jon?

Jon: I don't really listen to music, too distracting

Tim: Oh rubbish. Cmon, lets see!

*he goes to grab Jon's phone*

Jon: No Tim, don't-

*Sasha grabs it when he's distracted*

Sasha: Got it!

Tim: Oooh, lemme see, lemme see!

Sasha: It's some band called "The Mechanisms"?

Jon: Oh no, this can't be happening

Martin: *googles them*

*see's Jon in full the full Jonny D'ville getup*

Martin: Oh

Sahsa: My

Tim: God

Sasha: YOU WERE IN A BAND!?!?

Tim: A STEAMPUNK SCI-FI PIRATE BAND?!?

Jon:

Jon: Right, I'm going to light the archives on fire

[martinbug]

Elias in Hades

[fifiistar]

Harry’s smile was so tender, Draco could have died right then and there. "You carved yourself into my soul, Draco, left your fingerprints on my darkest thoughts, and now I can’t remember where I end, and you begin."

[alacants]

The surprise of the match was how aggressively Medvedev played at the start. In the first set, he made nineteen of his twenty-two first serves, played unusually close to the baseline, and ended points quickly with winners. But Sinner had the fresher legs and knew it. Sometimes what we call courage is simply a measure of high stakes. Sometimes it is something else, a sense of joy that comes with making a hard choice. That was Sinner on Sunday: waiting out Medvedev’s unplayable hot streak, then taking control. He won the next two sets, tiring Medvedev with long baseline rallies. Then it was Medvedev—who’d already lost one Australian Open from two sets up, against Nadal—who looked haunted, or at least very tired. Sinner consistently baited Medvedev by pulling him into midcourt, only to push him back. Medvedev, a counterpuncher at heart, complied by retreating. Sinner won the match, finally, with an emphatic forehand down the line. That was the promise of tennis right there—the chance to make mistakes and to learn from playing, to find some freedom in the feeling of running and hitting a ball. What are the stakes, after all? Following the match, even Medvedev had some perspective. “It always hurts to lose in the final,” he said, “but probably to lose in the final is better than losing before.”

—Louisa Thomas on the AO24 final

[smallest-turtle]

Wdym the blinking pile of meat is gone

[the-knight-of-kisses]

Peter: I just don't want my tombstone to read, "Peter Lukas: Three divorces."

Tim: Don't feel worried about that! Your tombstone can say whatever you want it to say! It could say, "Peter Lukas: Good at Marriage!" Y'know? Mine's going to say "Tim Stoker: Buried Alive."

[taradactyls]

Trying to Tread Water: Chapter Thirty

The Elizabeth/Darcy Marriage of Convenience fic no one asked for

Chapter Thirty: Elizabeth's first ball in town - and the first official dance she is attending as Mrs Darcy - has arrived. As have the Darcy family's collection of jewellery, which Mr Darcy sent for. Of course, despite that their marriage was made to secure her safety, his love for Elizabeth means he wants none but her to wear them. They stay close to each other during the ball, and he cannot keep his eyes off her. Especially when they dance.

Read on Ao3 here

First reviews of Chapter Thirty: "Honestly when I get the email this story has updated I get very excited and it’s a proper treat! I made a coffee and sat down to read it as soon as possible." "Loved this update! Oh man the vibes during that dance were just perfect." "I'm literally so unreasonably happy that they had a nice night out😭😭 grinning in public like a lunatic rn..." "I really loved the ball in its entirety, honestly. The descriptions of the room and atmosphere, and especially the last dance, all speaks to your writing prowess. 12/10, would recommend." "This story is my absolute favorite notification and I seriously enjoy reading it so much! The characters, the world building, just so incredibly well done!"

Story updates on Ao3 fortnightly, with Chapter Thirty-One coming out on the 17th May.

Story tags: Elizabeth/Darcy, Marriage of Convenience, Unrequited Love, Not Really Unrequited Love, Slow Burn, Pining, Pining Despite Being Married, Mr Darcy thinks his worst enemy is Wickham but maybe it's himself.

[koko-heads]

desuhiko, walking into the kitchen: morning, sunshine!

yuma: hello desuhiko.

desuhiko: i gotta say, after last night, i'm a little weak in the knees.

halara: *walks out from behind the refrigerator door and slams it shut*

desuhiko:

yuma:

halara: here's an idea; you walk into the room... take a quick scan.

[soulren]

You all have no idea how much I restrain myself from talking about The Magnus Archives

[motheryves]

going from wattpad to ao3 is like fanfiction puberty.

[fifiistar]

When Draco is the centre of Harry's universe;

Harry tilted his head slightly. “When everything’s gone, when there’s nothing left… sometimes acceptance isn’t enough. Sometimes you have to find something new to hold on to. Another reason to keep moving.”

Draco hesitated, studying Harry’s face like he was trying to piece together a puzzle. “You found that?”

Harry didn’t answer right away.

His eyes softened, his gaze steady as it settled on Draco.

He didn’t say anything. He simply smiled. Small and knowing.

He was looking right at it.

[ratatatastic]

tbh did not care a single ounce abt the florida panthers but in the span of a month ive seen so much abt them from you that you're my goto panthers blog and i now have genuine feelings for this silly ass team who are so insane abt each other

also that one post you made of forsling and the fish prose lives rent free in my head unironically thanks

converting to florida panther-ism? BIG. IF. TRUE. honoured that my propaganda has worked in unimaginable ways, we shant be the only ones around here consumed with thoughts of the team that loves eo theyre a little crazy with it

noooooo not the forsy fish prose i wrote at 2am when the clutches of madness were strongest PLEASE 😭😭😭 that one kinda haunts me a bit ill be so real with you sometimes i think about it and snort to myself going jfc this bitch is off their fucking rocker like ohhhhhh the course of their life change forever like its that bad you can tell huh

[liathgray]

Im such a loser nerd that im currently working on a set of archival theories and practices, specifically with decaying archives and living archives, told in the form of a dnd player handbook