#evelyn writes stuff

[hellsitedotcom]

I dunno why, but I think Aventurine would be the kind of person to tease you and playfully flirt with you acting like he's not serious but he actually is (maybe he doesn't want it to be true), and every time you reply to his jokes/teases seriously, he gets caught hella off-guard.

like, him being like ''You'd catch me if I fall, right? *wink wink*'' and you'd be like ''I would'' (dead serious) and his mind just short-circuits for a second like

[findafight]

Been thinking about another time travel au...

But this time, it's Robin. Just. Robin. She lands the Friday before Will goes missing, and she immediately assumes Steve went with her. Because of course he time traveled with her, why wouldn't he?

Until she gets to school and sees Steve flirting with Nancy and joking with Carol and Tommy. His eyes glance over her without recognition and she realizes she's alone. She panics every morning period until deciding to just go up and corner Steve at lunch and explain to him, try to prove to him she's actually his best friend from the future, and get help.

It ends up with her sitting on the floor of the boys bathroom crying, holding onto (a very confused and mildly freaked out) Steve's hand, and telling him that her day has sucked because how do you even deal with timetravel without your best friend? How do you deal with trying to save the world without them? She can't do this without him and she's freaking out and she wants her best friend back.

And Steve going "hey, uh. Okay. So... you're my friend in this weird future you're trying to stop? Prove it."

Which is something Robin can do. She stares at him for a long time, thinking, and Steve's huffs

"yeah okay. Super weird prank or whatever. Don't bug me again." And goes to stand up but Robin tugs his hand towards her and stops him.

"you are so impatient! I'm trying to think of something to say that won't freak you out and has actually happened! Gimme a minute!"

And Steve raises his eyebrows but he does wait.

"your aunt Ev." She says, finally. "She was your favourite grownup. Loved star trek. You cried so hard when she died and- uh. At her funeral, your dad got mad at you."

Steve blinks at her, brows furrowed."How...how did you know that? Nobody knows that."

Robin smiles. "Dingus. I'm your best friend from the future. You did."

Steve frowns. "Tell me something else."

"okay" she nods "you and Tommy tell everyone both your first kisses were with Carol but the day before you kissed each other."

"what the fuck."

"do you believe me now? Because seriously I need your help with this but I can keep going."

Swallowing Steve nods. Gives her a hand up.

"great. Okay. So, I think we need to tell Jonathan and Nancy about this. Then go to Joyce and Hopper. I'm not quite sure? You were always better at gameplans honestly."

"what about Tommy and Carol?"

She looks at him, and tilts her head (the same way he does) thinking. "Sure. Why not. They'll be suspicious why we're so buddy buddy now anyways."

[thetruearchmagos]

Find The Word Tag!

Thank you so terribly much for the Tag, @theprissythumbelina, and for giving me the kick I needed to return to giving my WIPs some prose! As usually's the case, most of these excerpts did not exist prior to the Tag, and may or may not fit into future parts of the WIPs themselves.

JINX

"Report, Green-One." Schmidt toggled on his headset, sweeping his eyes over the ruined townhouses as he spoke. "Town's secured, Captain, and with pretty light resistance. We need a wagon for two casualties, but if Blue-One can get here before sun down Al-Dyr will be as good as ours." "Don't jinx it for us, Lieutenant. Sit tight, we're on our way."

CALL

"Sound-Ops counts two frigates ten naut-miles northeast, Skipper, identifying most likely as Myrrh-class." And unfortunately for Evelyn, he was probably right on that. She shared a glance with Rob, standing over the fire control teams. Both of them knew one thing for certain; this close, there was no way in hell one of Carnivore's torpedoes would hit before their hunters' rocket launched charges started dropping all over them. Well, Captain. Your call?

INCH

Haneul clung tight to the ground, inching forwards at an agonising pace while the crack and pop of gunfire drummed down on her ears. When she reached the wall she rose just enough to crouch behind it, pulling out a grenade from her webbing, pulled its tab and waited three counts before she slung it over her shoulder. Two counts later it blew in a cloud of shrapnel and shock, and the gunfire paused for just a second.

FLEX

The 2nd Moorceel Lancers weren't very hard to find. Its armtracks and armoured transports littered the valley and the heights overlooking it, most of their carcasses turned west in battle, some east in flight. Their sheets of armour plate were flexed and warped from the catastrophic detonations of their vehicle's ammunition, and belching smoke. Once drab green hulls were now blackened by flame, and lined the road either side. Goyan suddenly felt slightly less safe, bunkered down within her own armtrack.

And that's enough writing for January, I think! /s

My Words are Pole, Bitter, Cold, and Heavy, and I'll be Tagging @athenswrites @hessdalen-globe @caxycreations @thatndginger @nerdexer @autumnalwalker @mysticstarlightduck and anyone who'd like to join!

[cute-chamomile]

I promised myself that I would look for a new job this weekend because working from home just doesn't agree with me anymore, I'm not doing my best and I have a bi-annual breakdown over stressful situations. I keep feeling either completely overqualified or underqualified for the projects I'm being given, I was ignored when I asked not to do frontend stuff anymore and I keep being given a wide variety of tasks that each demand for my unprecedented expertise. I think I would thrive in a company with a stable product where I am allowed to think deeply about problems instead of being forced to churn out products with very different subjects each time where there is no project manager or a technical person to guide us through. It's not ideal to leave within the next 3 months but if I want to leave in that timeframe and actually find a job without being completely drained and/or desperate for it, I need to start looking now.

Reasons not to start looking now would be to focus on the very difficult project I'm dealing with and because leaving would be unprofessional since they don't have another person to cover me fully. I feel that if I fully believed in myself and my abilities and was able to say no to things, I would be in a better spot and I wouldn't be burning out right now. So there is the danger of just changing the employer but bringing the same problems in.

HOWEVER I think that actually going to work and meeting the people I work with up close would help me truly evaluate how useful I am and how in danger my job is at every step. Because right now I feel that I cannot calm down and I have to keep taking things, because I still don't truly know these people AND I feel that I'm not giving it my all. I simply am not a permanently WFH person and that's okay.

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

no by all means keep judging cartoon villains solely by if they get redeemed in the end. i know some of us like to talk about other stuff like characterization or entertainment value or nuance as something that makes a good villain. but i think the only thing that actually matters is if the villain ends up on good terms with the protagonist at the end. all the Good TM cartoons with Good TM creators make the villains die a Horrible Death for being Abusers or whatever. and all the Bad TM cartoons with Bad TM creators Forgive Fascists by not making them get publicly executed by the 14 year old protagonist in front of the 8 year old target demographic.

i mean im so glad that more cartoons nowadays are subverting the psyop to support fascists that a few queer artists and queer shows definitely invented in 2017. there are so many popular cartoons doing that. it's almost like there are more properties killing their villains now and in the past than there ever were of properties that didn't do this. and it's almost like whether the villain gets redeemed at the end is more about the context of the story and its themes leading up to a narratively sound decision.

but you know. a few queer shows made by trans ppl were popular and they didn't kill their fascists and even had the gall to make them nuanced while also looking into the harm they did. guess it's trendy to forgive your abusers now because like two cartoons said so. out of like 40 other similarly high profile works that just straight up hit their villains with a bus or smth. by all means. keep heaping praise onto that one show about how they "let their villain just be evil" instead of talking about anything more interesting. that's so subversive, everyone's doing it!

[o-lanterns]

Short sweet little scene between Caleb and Evelyn I've been bouncing around my head for a while. idk here have it.

Caleb's eyes shot open at the last moment and he stumbled backward. His cheeks burned. They had been so close. Only the tiniest bit closer and they would have...

Evelyn reaches out. "Oh! I'm so sorry. I thought you wanted- it's okay if you don't."

"I did. I did want to kiss you. Very much so." Caleb avoids her eyes, wringing his hands.

"Then what's wrong?"

The heat in his face spread to his ears. "I can't... I can't kiss a woman I'm not married to. It's not right."

Evelyn tilts her head both in curiosity and amusement, snorting out a laugh. "Says who?"

Caleb sighs. "You know..." He looks up toward the stars. They were different here, though. He had learned a few constellations by now.

"Ohh. Right, your thing... Really? Wow, what isn't he against?"

He's quiet for a moment. "What about the Titan?"

"...What about the Titan?"

"What does it think about what you do?"

Evelyn only looks more confused. "It doesn't think anything, Caleb. It's dead. If there's anything left going on in that skull it sure hasn't let anyone know about it." She smiles. "I'd imagine a voice coming out of something that big would be pret-ty loud, eh?"

"But you said it created all of this."

"Well, indirectly. It's the reason we're alive and the source of our magic, but nobody gets to choose what grows up out of their corpse. It just happens."

Caleb stirs his thoughts. "Hm. I suppose you're right."

"I hope that wasn't your way of asking me to marry you, by the way. Not that I'm opposed, just that you could do it with a little more flair."

"What?! No, I-" Caleb sputters. "Although I'm not opposed eith- either- but-" Oh he is only digging himself into this hole deeper. Compose yourself, man!

He takes a deep breath. "I can't stay here, Ev. It's amazing and I'm glad I got to see it, but... I don't belong here. You know that."

She looks up. "Because of him?"

"No. Not just that. I can't leave Philip. I'm all he has."

"Then bring him here, too! You said it yourself, he's just as miserable there."

"No, no. He- he wouldn't understand. He's been suspicious lately, with my visits getting longer. He's going to figure it out- maybe he already has- and he'll tell the townsfolk and-" Caleb's breath catches in his throat and he leans back against the tree, head in his hands. "Ohhh. What have I gotten into..."

Evelyn runs her fingers through his hair and speaks softly. "Hey. Let's not make tonight about decisions. Just... Take a step back. Enjoy this time we have right now. I love you. If you leave tomorrow and never come back... I'll miss you, sure. But I'll live. You don't make a choice for anyone but your sake. Alright?"

He pulls his hands away from his face, looking up at her. Nobody had ever cared what he wanted. In this one life he's got, he had lived only according to what others expected. What did he want?

He shakily finds her hand with his, lacing them together easily. Perfectly. His other hand reaches up to trace her cheek, heart galloping. He wanted to kiss her.

So he did.

[unreadpoppy]

the thing about being the only neurodivergent person in your friend group is that whenever you have to make a group decision, if you have to go against the group because of acessibility, you're going to loose.

My friends and I are going to watch a movie this month and everyone wants to watch it dubbed and I'd rather with subtitles. Why? 1) because people can be very loud and if someone is talking next to me and there's no subtitles, I will miss part of the movie and won't understand what's happening. 2) I think I might have some of that audio processing stuff cause I swear when I watch stuff dubbed it takes me so long to understand what's going on without a subtitle, I will miss important plot points or characters names and it won't be a good experience and since dubbed movies don't come with subtitles, I just get lost. 3) When the sounds get too much to me, at least I can focus on the writing to follow along

But because my friends don't like watching things subtitled, I lost in the vote and when my friend said the cinema we chose only had dubbed I reacted with a crying sticker and someone very aggresively was like "girl if you want to watch it subtitled go watch alone cause no one here wants to" and then I had to fucking explain that man, I'm going to go watch it dubbed cause i'm not gonna make anyone watch it subtitled.

'cause unlike neurotypicals, I'm used to having to be unconfortable for their fucking sake.

And it's like, if I try to explain, it's always like well you can handle it y'know, my needs get dismissed as nothing because why would everyone else bend and break for me when I can just "take it"? Like if dubbed movies just came with subtitles, my life would be so. much. easier. It's why I'm okay with watching stuff dubbed AT HOME, cause I can put the subtitles anyways.

I'm lucky enough that I managed to convince people to not sit all the way in the back (they wanted to sit in the last motherfucking seats, which are closer to the sound machines which means that everything is way worse for me and also, even with glasses, my eyesight is still gonna be worse all the way in the back when compared to like, the middle row).

[andithewhumper]

Friends?

Masterpost

Content: past torture, addiction

Skye hung back from the group. She liked all of the people in her class, sure, but talking to them came with the annoyance of explaining why she took a year of her undergrad away from campus. Sure, she could lie, but the reminder was there nonetheless. She’d much rather pretend that nothing had ever happened to her. She just took a year off from in-person classes to make some money for tuition.

Mackenzie was always worried about her. Even now as Skye leaned up against the brick wall with a cigarette between her fingers, clearly visible to the group, Mackenzie kept glancing back at her like she was going to disappear any moment. Skye wished she appreciated it. Having someone care about her was so hard, though. It meant that when all she wanted to do was isolate herself Mackenzie would still be there. And Skye hated letting her down by locking herself away.

Skye breathed out smoke and watched as her friend and classmates laughed about the most recent lab accident and asked each other about test results. She put out her cigarette and reached into her pocket for another one. When she pulled out the pack she was faced with a distinct lack of cigarettes. Skye groaned. She had been trying to make her pack last as long as possible. It had been so hard to get in the first place. No one at any gas stations around campus was willing to sell to her for some reason. It was starting to piss her off.

Skye begrudgingly walked over to the group.

“Hey, Skye,” called one of her lab partners, Tom, as she got close to them, “what was the worst part of the accident today? I think it was the staining, but these losers over here are acting like some contamination is the worst thing in the world.” Skye gave a small, unenthusiastic smile in response. She liked Tom fine. He was nice and smart and had a decent sense of humor, but she was pretty sure he had never had a problem in his whole life.

“Both were bad, I guess.” Skye’s voice had little volume, which wasn’t overly uncommon, but she still cringed at it. “The contamination will put us back a few days though,” she said, notably louder.

“What caused the staining?” Mackenzie asked. Being pre law, Mackenzie didn’t actually take the microbiology class that the group had been talking about. No one questioned why she was there, though. Mackenzie was the kind of person who knows everyone and who everyone knows and there is no clear reason how she met all those people.

“Iron getting in places iron shouldn’t be,” Skye supplied.

Tom shook his head in fake exasperation. “Come on Skye! You were supposed to be on my side!” Skye rolled her eyes at his antics.

“Next time be right then, Tom.” Skye’s tone was serious but Tom took it in stride and put his hand to his chest in mock offense. Skye didn’t acknowledge him.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you guys on Wednesday.” A few people in the group said goodbye and waved. Mackenzie also dismissed herself and started walking with Skye.

“I ran out of cigarettes again.”

“Maybe you should consider quitting? Wouldn’t that be easier than bending over backwards to get cigarettes?”

“It’s just so frustrating, Kenzie! I have no idea why no one will sell to me! I never did anything to offend them, hell I hadn’t even met some of them. I don’t know what’s going on!”

Mackenzie did her best not to look worried, but she wasn’t that skilled at hiding her facial expressions.

“I don’t know,” Skye groaned, “I know I should quit for my health and stuff, but quitting now feels like letting her win. I finally got my autonomy back. I just wanna be myself again.”

“Smoking doesn’t have to be the thing that lets you be yourself.”

“What should I do instead? Drink?”

Mackenzie snorted loudly.

“No I meant like finding a different hobby, something you enjoy, and doing that instead."

“Oh.” Skye didn’t really want to think about what she liked to do. Most of it had been ruined because she had done it with Evelyn. Skye looked up at her apartment building as they approached it. “I’ll look into it, I guess.”

“Good.” Mackenzie’s face sobered again. “Call me if you need anything, okay?” Skye nodded and waved back at Mackenzie as she walked into the building.

She might not have any cigarettes, but there was a bottle of vodka calling her name.

[emmafallsinlove]

my best friend are gonna turn 22 next week & i wanna write her something but my head is empty. i have 5 words document with general idea and her name & the word “birthday present” in the title and none of them are good enough in my eyes.

[exbeaut]

ok yes loving daisy jones so far bc i did just re read the book today so i’m back in it but my one qualm so far is that daisy is not unhinged like?? i don’t mind what minor plot/story changes they have made so far in fact i like it bc the book is completely told by multiple unreliable narrators that’s the whole point esp with the “plot twist” billy’s version (and daisys to less of an extent but still close to it bc she cared about camilla so she wouldn’t want to hurt julia) of things can’t be believed at all lmaooo so i don’t mind the changes i feel it’s a good way to frame it more real or whatever but my issue is why is Daisy so like put together??? she was insane and off her shit from age fourteen but so far three eps in she’s so ?? composed?? even in daisys unreliable pov of the book she knows she was an addict and a disaster and billy too on the first tour but in the show it’s so toned down maybe for viewer rating sakes? like maybe they can’t show heroin on prime shows idk lmaooo

[findafight]

Okay but. Now I am thinking of transfem Evie Harrington starbara canon au where Barb is like. Preeetty sure she only likes girls. Possibly. But she's willing to give Steve a try. He's charming and goofy and listens when she says to cut out all that mean talk and is also, shockingly, very interested in her.

So she thinks sure, she'll try dating a boy. Feel like a normal teenage girl for a bit. It's fun and Steve listens when she tells him to back off. And she really does like him. So maybe she just likes mostly girls usually, and sometimes a boy. Mostly Steve, though.

But then she gets taken by the demogorgon and survives the Upside Down and everything is awful. Steve is still there, and he's worried and protective and so so glad she's back mostly safe. She thinks she might be a little in love with him.

They date, and it's nice and good and normal and Steve lets her set the pace with how to talk about the Upside Down. She does talk about it, and he talks about what happened in the right side up, and they both cry. Barb knows she loves him, and that he loves her. It's nice and comfortable, they kiss and have sex and saying it's love is probably fast but they've survived monsters apart, so now they want to stick together.

One day, maybe the spring or summer after round one, Barb convinces him to lay back and let her get him dolled up. They've got a free afternoon and she wants to practice doing someone else's makeup just in case. Also, it's fun. It's silly and they deserve a little silly. She doesn't really wear a lot of make up but she's got mascara, a couple colours of lipstick, rouge, and a whopping four different eyeshaddows. While Barb prefers the dark red lipstick, she thinks the lighter, cherry shade would be better for Steve. She curls his lashes (borrowed the curler from Nancy and forgot to give it back) and adds just a little pink eyeshadow, then blush around his cheeks. She's admittedly not very skilled or practiced, but it's definitely passable application. The finishing touch, though, is that Steve lets her style his hair, parting it to the side because of all the cowlicks, and letting its waves curl slightly around his face. She climbs off him and stands, looking down at him.

"oh. You make a very pretty girl, Stevie. Or. Hm... Evie, maybe? Wanna see?"

He pauses for a moment before crawling off his bed to the bathroom, and when he faces the mirror Barb can hear him stop breathing. It's just a moment, before he turns to her and smiles. Kisses her cheek and likely smears lipstick on it (which does give Barb a bit of a thrill, and little jolt of pleasure and longing and she doesn't want to think about that because she loves Steve. She knows she does. If people can be a little gay sometimes Barb can be a little Straight with Steve. She doesn't need lipstick on her cheek or to watch a skirt brush the ground or anything else like that when Steve is beside her.)

It isn't until after the tunnels that Steve brings it up. A week after, he's barely gotten the go ahead to slowly get back to school (he's able to do half days until the headaches get too much), they're laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, holding hands and just breathing together.

"Barbie?" He starts, and stops.

She hums, encouraging.

He sighs. "Do you remember when you...when you did my makeup?"

"yeah, I do."

"you called me Evie. Like my great Aunt, my favourite Aunt, I would've been named after if I was a girl instead of my great Uncle."

She turns her head to look at him, still staring at the ceiling, squeezing her hand tighter now.

"I did..."

"I need you to know I love you. I do. I really, really do."

She almost sits up, but stops herself. Whatever Steve is talking about is important, he's clutching her hand tightly but not looking at her. Instead, she squeezes back. "I love you too."

Steve's breath hitches. "I really liked it when you called me Evie." It's a whisper, a breath.

Barb squeezes his hand again.

"Barbie. I really, really, liked it. I wish it was my name." Finally he turns to face her, and his eyes are glossy. She reaches up to brush her fingers against a yellowing bruise on his cheek. "I wish I was that little girl that was named after her Great Aunt Evelyn and I could wear makeup like you did for me whenever I wanted and that I was a pretty girl."

Barb leans in to kiss softly, a brush of lips. "Maybe you are?" She doesn't know. Just knows that Steve, Evie? Is upset. She doesn't want to see someone she loves upset, and it seems like saying that may help. She doesn't know.

Breath hitches. "You think I can be? Just like that?"

Combing her fingers through her...through her lover's hair, Barb shrugs as best she can lying on her side. "I've never wanted to be a boy. But you want to be a girl. I think. I think maybe that's what makes you one?"

"yeah?" It's a tiny, cracking, word and Barb wishes she could help fix whatever grief is causing it.

"well. I don't think any people who aren't girls want to be girls."

Her lover shifts, enough that their foreheads touch. "And...would that be okay? For you? For...for us?"

Barb leans closer, so their lips brush when she speaks. "Pretty sure you're it for me, Evelyn Harrington. Whoever you decide you are, I'll love."

"and if I want to be your girlfriend?"

She grins, can't help pressing into a kiss. "Then I guess I've got the prettiest girlfriend in town."

Evie presses in for another kiss. "Mmh. No. I think that's me." Barb can feel her smiling against her lips.

[depvotee]

Uhhhh Marid in the head. He won't leave.

[cute-chamomile]

so in my hometown's area (and I'm sure this must be true for other places in Greece), back in the day, once you got married, people would nickname you after your husband's first name. for example if he was called Mitsos, you would be Mitsaina and most people would call you that.

anyway we were talking about this during lunch and my dad dropped the bomb "sometimes we would find out about a woman's real first name at her funeral".

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

"okay but what ACTUALLY happened in that minor characters backstory" "what did that character SPECIFICALLY do to become like this" "how does the plot device ACTUALLY work" oh my god i don't care! i don't care about your cinemasinsing about every little detail! does knowing this technical detail improve the audience's emotional understanding of the story? no? then i don't want to fucking see it in canon!

anything you come up with in fanworks is going to be more fun for you than what the author can do in canon! any attempts by the author to explain something technical in the story takes away time and investment from the main plot! so if the technical explanation doesn't inform the main plot then it's just useless trivia for completionism's sake! this shit should be written about in fanworks! or spinoffs! or idk the writers can tweet about it or smth! i don't need it in the actual main story!

[yerbamansa]

WIP Wednesday: A Kitchen Mistakes one-shot focused on Evelyn/Mary/Doug

“This is quite the scene,” Doug murmured. “The composition, the colors, the light.”

“You just like staring at Mary’s butt,” Evelyn teased. While Mary started to protest, Evelyn gave it a playful swat.

“Hey! You could’ve made me mess something up!” Mary said.

“It’s not supposed to be perfect, love,” Doug said.

Evelyn shot him a smirk. “That’s not what your face says,” she teased.

“I can’t help that I’m inspired by her expressive, um, mise en place,” Doug said, with nary an edge of defensiveness.

Evelyn scoffed. “All this time and you still don’t know what that means.”

“And you never bothered to learn about painting,” Doug retorted. “I’m getting my supplies.”

[ikelleocslore]

"Have you woken up?"

The confusion is visible on his face. 

"W-what happened? "It's strange to hear him in a whisper. She just wipes a small wet cloth across his forehead and that's when he looks at her face; he doesn't know who she is but the softness of her gestures feels good, despite how much her bruises hurt. 

"You should answer me that," she replies and pinches him a little annoyed. 

Anubis only begins to feel his consciousness fade, reclaimed by the exhaustion of his mind, before he closes his eyes and hears a phrase so strange that he will never forget:

"If it were up to the hummingbird, I would never have found you!"

 ...

In Mexico there is a popular belief that hummingbirds can be the reincarnated spirit of your dead relatives.