#don't talk to me about the logistics

[littlespoonevan]

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[whoslaurapalmer]

i know kit has like actual folders with her in penultimate peril but i think when she was younger she used whatever book she was reading at the time as a filing system/a folder/a purse. she'd bring it with her everywhere so she could read it, and she'd never forget it anywhere, so of course she'd put important things she needed in it. money and notes and recent assignments and letters from her siblings and reminders she's written to herself and a pen clipped on the cover

beatrice meanwhile is a Big Purse person but it also has No Necessities and isn't even necessarily always Big, it is just Jammed with things. multiple books, pairs of stockings, scripts, a bottle opener, the pocket dictionary, six pens because she keeps stealing them from people, a pocket knife, pretzels she forgot about that went stale that she WILL try and eat later regardless, maybe even a pair of shoes. emergency heels

bertrand has the Seemingly Bottomless Inside Jacket Pockets where he does carry The Necessities. always some sort of snack. that is not stale. definitely some candy too, though

[pynkhues]

#i have such a specific headcanon for why the bite on lestat's next looks like that

do tell....unless you want to save it for the fic (WHICH I NEED)

(x)

Ahahaha, look, I'm still working out the exact logistics in the fic, so have the reasoning below the cut:

I do think Louis bit him there, and that he bit him from behind, given the placement, but it looks more like the leftover bruise of a bite under crescent moon cuts to me, the sort that fingernails leave, so I think it probably started to heal at some point and Louis dug his nails in (likely from somewhere above him / maybe during oral sex, maybe dragging him up off the floor) to reopen it. Kind of the opposite of Lestat healing Louis' in 1.01.

[ayamari-no-goshi]

I've been researching a criminal case that occurred in a hospital years ago. The 2 main sources I have are from people who directly worked with/interviewed the killer. But there are discrepancies between them. There are a couple other main sources which have more discrepancies.

I am so angry about this.

So angry that I contacted the police department in the place where this occurred to request access to the official documents. Because I'm pissed.

They were kind enough to grant the request as it's a closed case. This also included part of the original confession.

THERE ARE MORE DISCREPANCIES

I AM GOING FUCKING INSANE

At least I understand where some of the discrepancies come from now - it was from misspellings during the confession.

[moonshine-nightlight]

Would you ever release signed copies of Don't Shoot the Messenger?

the short answer is: yes, i'd love to do signed copies of 'Don't Shoot the Messenger'!

the long answer is: logistics are hard lol. in order for me to hav copies to sign, i'd hav to order author copies from amazon (paying for them in advance personally), sign them, and then mail them to ppl myself. this is definitely doable, but the mechanism for selling since it wouldn't b through amazon itself and actually collecting payment/mailing info would hav to be worked out.

a vague plan that i hav in mind now would be either to just do a limited run where people can essentially pre-order paperbacks via not amazon for lik a month that they were available and then i'd know how much to get and sign etc. i dont hav a patreon so i think i would try to do it through kofi where if u pay a set amount and say its for a signed copy i would then be able to send a signed book to u, after i messaged back for your address to mail it. this would obviously only work small scale but would likely more than suffice for now.

or if i decide to add a hardcover version, i could offer signed hardcovers as a promotion for a similar limited time and via a similar process as above. i'll probably do a poll at some point to see if anyone would even want a hardcover. same for dale

when will i hav the time to look deeper into all this and put it in action? no idea. life's been extremely busy, but its definitely been on my radar and i will try to make it happen in the next coming years.

i suppose if i ever did some sort of in-person book/author event after Dale is out, i might be able to offer signed books in person, but that'd likely b hard to reach for most ppl lol

until then, only one person has a signed copy - one of my beta readers who i thanked in my acknowledgements for being so wonderfully supportive!

[blurglesmurfklaine]

⏰ I’m not even in this fandom but I LOVE a time loop story and I know you’ll crush it! Sending good writing vibes your way!

Thank you Jenna!!! <333 This is late as hell but eh, the time will pass anyway amirite ladies!

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By some invisible stroke of luck, Buck and Eddie pull up to the scene not long after the rest of the 118 arrives.

"What's the damage?" Buck asks as they push their way through the crowd of bystanders that have circled around the first responders. Eddie fights off an inappropriate grin—but he did know that bringing Buck back to work would make him feel better.

"Victim—twenty-seven year old male—had a nasty fall from the rock climbing wall," Hen answers. "No signs of broken bones or internal bleeding, but there is this." Hen gently rolls the victim onto his side, revealing his most pressing ingury. The force of his fall jammed a caribiner right though the tendon on the back of his knee, now clipped shut in a lopsided oval through his skin.

The entire crowd winces in unison.

[interactivestorytellingwithkalh]

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Chapter 2: Part 2

Passing the stairs, he noticed the door to the cupboard under them stood ajar. So that was why the house seemed so quiet. 

He nudged the door open with the tip of his slipper. A pile of cardboard boxes had been pushed further in under the stairs, revealing a staircase spiralling down into darkness. 

He tugged the covers more firmly around himself and descended.

The darkness only lasted some four or five turns, before Ravio’s night lights started appearing on the walls. The soft glow illuminated the stone walls and cast overlapping shadows on the central pillar around which the staircase wound.

Eventually it straightened out into a corridor. At the end waited a heavy iron door, locked with seven peculiar locks, none of which looked like a lock actually should. Legend wasn’t even sure there were proper keys to any of them.

He paused to disable one of Ravio’s more outlandish traps, then warily made his way around the rest until he reached the iron door. He knocked seven times, paused, then knocked another two. 

As he waited for the iron door to open, he shivered and shuffled his feet closer together. Down here it was cold, and the grey stone walls did nothing to help the matter. Maybe they should invest in tapestries. Would they be able to afford woollen ones?

The iron door groaned open. “You’re awake!” Ravio, with goggles pushed up on the top of his head and some sort of magic powder streaked across his chin, beamed at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Like a hedgehog. Don’t you have any heating down here?”

“Not worth the expense.” Ravio stepped aside and Legend scurried down the two steps into the warmly lit workshop. Tools, jars, notebooks, and small boxes with scrawled labels were scattered across the various tables. Elaborate paths had been carved between scattered scrolls and discarded magic items. Piles of overdue library books leaned dangerously. In one corner, an area had been cleared for a permanent teleportation circle. A large fireplace crackled merrily next to it. In the centre of the room, a gaggle of interns huddled around a ring suspended in mid-air. One of the interns was poking it with the tip of a pencil.

“Stop it.” 

The intern jumped back and hid the pencil in a pocket.

Ravio finished doing up the various locks on the iron door and approached the suspended ring. The interns scattered like magpies in a field. Legend trailed after Ravio. 

“My latest experiment!” Ravio plucked the ring out of the air and held it up for Legend’s inspection. 

Legend took it and turned it over in his hands. Silver threads wove around an opaque golden stone with shimmering diamonds set on either side, like small snow crystals. Along the inside, impossible to see, but barely noticeable when he ran his finger along it, was a finely engraved spell. “What does it do?”

“This —” Ravio folded his arms and, with a satisfied grin, leaned against the table — “is a Mirror Ring, or a Ring of Spell Turning.”

Legend felt his mouth drop open. “It’s not.”

“It is.”

“You made this?”

“I repaired it. Remember the peddler who came up along the coast with that co-worker of yours? At the docks?”

Legend nodded.

“I bought it of him for a joke of a price. It was a complete wreck, mind — the metal was bent out of shape and the spell had been scratched out in places. It took a lot of work to restore, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to replicate it, but —”

“Does it work?”

“Sorry?”

Legend ran his fingers across the stone and the diamonds. “Does it work?”

“That’s the prize-winning question, isn’t it? Want to do a trial run?”

“I’d kill to do one.”

“Fantastic! If it kills you, I’ll pay the funeral.”

“Deal.” Legend put it on. The metal warmed and tightened until it sat snugly around his index finger. 

A cacophony of silver bells started chimed from the iron door.

Ravio blinked. “Are you expecting guests?”

“Not that I know.”

“Let’s go see who’s knocking, then.” Ravio straightened and clapped his hands. The interns looked up from their various projects. “Shop’s closing for the night. Finish what you’re doing and make sure you tidy up — I don’t want any of my tables damaged, you hear me, Maple? Oak is expensive.”

One of the interns, a dark-haired girl with heavy shimmering eyeshadow and dark robes, rolled her eyes and started muttering a cantrip under her breath. Legend faintly recalled encountering her during a visit to Holodrum. Her grandmother ran a magic shop in the outskirts of Sunken City, if he remembered correctly. Perhaps Maple was training to inherit the shop.

“Right, let’s go.” Ravio shushed the silver bells, unlocked the iron door, and ushered Legend through.

Through the cold corridor, up the spiralling staircase, and out of the cupboard under the stairs. At the sight of the kitchen, Legend’s stomach rumbled.

“Go have something to eat —” Ravio grunted as he pushed the cardboard boxes back into place over the stairs — “I’ll get the door.” 

[shinesurge]

Do you think requesting my library to buy the Kidd Commander books will help you

I'd really appreciate that, and it's usually good advice to do this for any indie author you want to help! Accessibility is super important to me, libraries snd webcomics are brothers in arms imo. But I will say, while I DESPERATELY want to work with more libraries they won't usually carry my books either. I've struck out with every local library I've ever lived near and tried to connect with, it's been mortifying every time ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

There is exactly one library with kc on its shelves tho, shoutout to the Hopkinsville-Christian County Public Library in Kentucky! It remains the only place to ever reach out and intentionally invite me to an event lmao

[the-moogle-of-your-nightmares]

trying to decide how to go about talking about system stuff here and whether to move it to a sideblog or what. i'm weirdly self-conscious about putting it on this blog, which is wild given all the other stuff i will broadcast loudly and publicly and at length on here, and part of me feels like i should make a sideblog but part of me just wants to go my usual route of Fuck It We Ball, Let It All Hang Out for God and Everyone to See.

setting up sideblogs and getting traction on them is a lot of effort, so there's that, but also with this i'm kind of at the stage of... not 'do it self-conscious' because i Hate That Phrase and Variations. i am not going to frame things i do for myself that are Hard or Scary as worth pursuing because they're self-harm. fuck that noise.

what i AM going to frame them as is do it for spite. do it because you deserve better than being more beholden than necessary by your own standards to whatever assholes might glance at your blog. do it because you deserve to be seen as much as any of the other people on your dash who talk openly about being plural, on blogs that are dedicated to that and blogs that aren't. do it because you don't owe anyone an image of you that will never surprise them or make them see you differently (even if it did, and frankly especially if they have a problem with it). do it because you deserve to be as defiant as you need to be, and can--and, often, the relief of discovering you didn't even really need to be.

you deserve to live your own life observing and making informed decisions about your mental health, and what it looks like when something is making it better or worse, instead of living under the looming fear that your father's severe, unmanaged mental illness will manifest in you. hereditary or otherwise, you carry no one's relationship with their illness but your own.

you deserve that.

.....yeah. think i'm gonna keep posting about it here.

[moteldogs]

imagine if they filmed supernatural anywhere that wasn't vancouver bc. imagine

[companion-showdown]

(In reply to previous anon) It's pretty well-known by now (or, at least, I thought it was) that people will vote randomly if they are unfamiliar with both options and want to see results. Having an option for people to click that doesn't affect the results is the simplest solution to prevent squewing, and is pretty common. I'd just figured you were doing that

exactly, if just one person uses it when they don't know both characters then its done its job

[apas-95]

sjkjsksj what did you do to gorps that they start talking about you any time a ML argues about guns with someone in their little clique.

post for reference: tumblr com/gorps/715084350667014144/apas-95-doing-posts-about-how-they-are-right-about?source=share

dggdgs obsessed with meeee

also love this so much. please tell me which guerrilla wars have been conducted under US-style universal armament. it's incredibly funny to act like 'supplying guerrillas without everyone just personally buying and owning guns' is some absurd impossibility when it's how. every guerrilla army has worked.

anyway the argument being had here fundamentally isn't about practicality, it's about individualism and whether individual action is at all politically meaningful. the response to 'personal acts of adventurism don't constitute a revolutionary vanguard' is accusations of liberalism and sabotage, papered over with thin veneers of marxist rhetoric, because individual action is the limit of their political practice, and opposition to it is taken as opposition to revolution. participating in a completely unchanged popular US gun culture but As A Leftist is whatever, go ahead, it's just not going to overthrow capitalism. 'buy a gun' is on the same level as 'go vote' when it comes to alternatives to revolutionary practice that are palatable to US liberalism

again, i do find the references to lenin and mao very funny when posted alongside anarchists who are in complete agreement with their idea of revolution. here's a quote of my own: "I hold that it is bad as far as we are concerned if a person, a political party, an army or a school is not attacked by the enemy, for in that case it would definitely mean that we have sunk to the level of the enemy."

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Mixed with the fact that Ranni was taught to fear the moon by a heretical snow witch, and the fact that Rennala's lunar magic is called "enchanting" and said to "bewitch" the academy, you have to wonder about Ranni's ending...

Though also interesting is that, while with other spells you're like conjuring phenomena with glintstone, the moon sorceries use your body.

Using the power of life within rather than looking to the stars? This would also fit the way Carians conjure blades instead of glintstone - weapons that people made right here on earth rather than glimpsing into the primordial current.

Hm...the stars also govern fate, but like a black hole the moon sorceries draw in and block incoming spells/stars...so is the power of the moon indeed to circumvent/control fate?

[npdclaraoswald]

I hate my fucking country so goddamn much. I can't stop thinking about killing myself because I have a cavity. I've never had one before so I have no idea how much a filling costs, but there's no way my insurance covers it because it's the dog shit absolute bare minimum free option. And I have no way to pay for any sort of medical bill; I can barely do rent. A cavity is like the most normal medical problem possible and suicide is my first impulse to deal with it because this country is a joke that does absolutely nothing to provide for anyone

[blujayonthewing]

me-- highkey overthinker with anxiety: my friend keeps unsubtly insinuating that I could/ should draw our blorbos Together but hhh I would do it WRONG like what's he even INTO what kind of stuff would he HATE I don't even know what he looks like NAKED [remembers that the same friend keeps amending abs onto aubree and once drew my black-skinned fire genasi solid red] .... you know what? I bet she's real comfortable with artistic license

[running-in-the-dark]

oh, yeah - we found a storage unit place (it wasn't that easy, those aren't common here - or at least not where I live). it's actually an old barn that's been converted lol. anyway, so we've rented that for three months (the shortest period they allow), which is perfect. then we don't have to move everything out of there immediately when we can move into the new place in April.

I think I've got enough boxes. I've got a spreadsheet that I'm putting all the information in about what's in which box. I've planned where everything will go and when. I think it's going to work out fine. the last time we moved was so stressful (because I was pretty sick and that made everything really hard), I really want it to go better this time.