#just trust me guys

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

"He loves me so, that funny honey of mine~"

[opal-apparition]

WIP ASK GAME

Thanks for the tag @fenrelmercar !

I tend to have about a half dozen WIPs at any given point in time, so this literally me:

BUT I am dedicating my time this weekend two two projects in particular! The first being Chapter 13 of A Matter of Pride (which I will not be providing an excerpt for), and the second being a DreadRook oneshot with the running title Fae in which a certain girl from Minrathous moves to Arlathan forest and encouters someone (thing?) strange out in the woods.

To keep the game going, I'm tagging: @solrook92 , @dayntee , @psykergirl

(and of course, no pressure!)

Excerpt of Fae:

Rook winced as she drove her rattling old shitbag car up the winding gravel driveway, listening to the rocks fly up against what remained of its faded paint and undercarriage. 

This would be one of the first renovation jobs to accomplish—a paved driveway. Not that a few more bumps or dings would really be a problem considering the fist-sized craters in the fenders that predated this little cross-country venture. The car was nearly as old as she was and on its last few legs anyway. Instead, this job would be to protect the next car, whenever she could afford one, or the car of—maybe? hopefully?—a friend coming to visit her in her new home. 

Her new home. It still felt strange to think about.

As she reached the little stone cottage, she parked and stepped out. Her great-great grandmother's little house looked nothing like the pictures she'd been sent through email—all dilapidated roof and creeping moss instead of the cute little aesthetic cottage it'd been in black and white photos. At least it was… standing. Mostly. A blooming purple clematis bush nearly swallowed a mailbox out front, and at the base had several wood-carved statues of sleeping kittens or… were they foxes? Badgers? Badly… very badly shaped nugs? 

Whatever they were, the artist carved them napping in a heap. 

She pulled into park. Cut the engine. Instead of stepping out, though, Rook just sat there a moment, staring at the dirty front door through her equally pollen-dirty windshield.

Was it okay for her to be here? To have this? Her new home. Her grandmother’s old home.

Rook didn't know her great-great grandmother at all. 

She'd died at the ripe old age of 104 years old halfway across the continent in the boonies long before Rook was even born. Rook had grown up in the heart of Minrathous with her parents, never straying far from the city. 

There wasn’t much need to leave the city. Minrathous was nearly a kingdom unto itself, the cutting-edge jewel of Tevinter with skyscrapers that threatened to scratch the heavens with their height and enough streets and overpasses and underpasses to look like a mess of noodles from satellite GPS imaging. Her parents were always busy as she grew up, too, working on some jobs more legal than others… which… eventually led to the implosion of their little nuclear unit. 

A father in jail. A mother trying her best to provide for two kids. It had been difficult for a long… long time. 

The letter had come in the mail during those hard times—a cottage deeded to anyone who promised to restore it and to never ever sell it—and Rook hadn't paid it much mind. It wasn't until after the dust had settled, after she'd realized how many jobs her mother was working to try and feed them all, that she really considered leaving. One less mouth to feed and blah blah blah, however the saying went. It’d felt very noble in her heart and eloquent in her mouth when she told Mom and her brother:

I think this is a chance for me to make something on my own. To be independent. I can do it!

… Looking at the quaint cottage now despite its flaws, the bramble of flowering bushes, and the stupid wood-carved kittens by the mailbox, Rook felt a pang of regret that she hadn't pushed harder for her mother and brother to come too and leave the rat race of the city behind too

It took a few tries to get the key to actually go into the old lock on the door, and a few more times to actually turn the darn thing to move the pins. 

Stepping into the house, Rook encountered more of the same old-lady-chic décor, and she cringed internally. Grandma really liked kittens and cutely styled woodland critters, huh? Plaster on the walls peeked through the torn floral wallpaper, the floorboards creaked, and mice had nibbled holes in both the rugs and sheets that covered the furniture. Old, original stained-glass windows made with heavy iron had stones thrown through them, shattering the pretty designs. Reno jobs 3, 4, 5 to 100 were all just in the entryway alone.

Rook blew out a breath, mildly regretting her decision to take over her great-great grandmother's house at all. 

Clearly, there was a reason no one else had wanted to before. Everything needed to be repaired. It was in the middle of nowhere, at least 30 minutes away from town, and surrounded on all sides by overgrown forest. There wasn’t even electricity yet! Plus, in reading over the nitty-gritty and signing over ownership with a notary, it’d come to light that several other long-distant relatives had accepted the offer at various points in time, but none had managed to live in the cottage for longer than a 6 month period. 

But Rook wanted an escape, a home away from the big apple where she wouldn't be another mouth to feed. In Minrathous, no matter how much money she managed to earn as a budding photographer, it was a pipe dream that she'd ever get out of the black hole that was renting. Large plots of land and wooded backyards didn’t exist in the city. 

This was prime real estate. It was also a much-needed break from people.

It was fine. 

Rook could live without WIFI and with a few leaks in the roof for a while, at least until the utility guys could come by this next week and hook the house up to the grid, and it wasn't like anyone would be seeing inside the house anyway. At least not until she'd put the work in.

The rest of the cottage was similar to the main room. It had 2 bedrooms, one had a large queen bed with a faded and equally nibbled floral bedspread. Of course. The second bedroom looked like a study with bookshelves lining one wall, and a large oak desk in the center. This would be a perfect place for Rook to set up her photography equipment, she realized, already planning where to store lenses and gear. 

She'd fallen into photography on accent almost, an after-school activity that let her spend a few more hours away from home turned passion and eventually career. For years, she'd done work for the local paper then for conglomerate companies, finally finding her real passion for wildlife photography after attending an event at the Minrathous Zoo.

Now, she just did her own work. Shooting what she liked, when she liked, and selling prints to magazines or for stock photo use. Unloading her boxes and equipment from the car into the cottage took only a few trips, but it had Rook out of breath and sweating. Cardio, she should really work on it.

Reno job no. 341—herself.

/end excerpt

.......... Aaaaand for a general idea of what's in the pipeline/what I have going on, I am pretty good at listing out projects and WIPs on my profile!

[rachelcommitscrimes]

very random headcanon but i feel like david knows sign language

[one-paper-bag]

this is not an exact science but girlies who enjoy ofmd and/or operation mincemeat probably watched horrible histories as a kid

[a-little-too-sillay]

Guys, Nepeta would have fucking LOVED Neopets

[sunersornot]

I'm not good at making long posts so I'll just say this: army dreamers by Kate Bush is such a hunting dogs codded song. Like you just have to listen to it to understand.

[faerie-culture-is]

faerie culture is the number 7. no i will not explain.

[justapigeonn]

wait guys reblog this post with your wildest dotc screenshots i've got a funny idea

[thesebright-lights]

Ok, so, I just saw the new Flash movie and Tumblr? I think a lot of you would enjoy it.

To be specific, it was a lot campier than I expected, but not in the way most superhero movies are, if that makes sense. It had some action scenes and stuff, but it wasn’t overwhelmingly filled with them and was actually pretty character driven.

The relationship between the two main characters was actually the best thing about this film. It felt like something from an early 2010s BBC show, which I think is why it made me think of this app. Not only that, but there was- a lot of angst. Like there is so much potential for fan fiction here after the films last twenty minutes.

This was a messy explanation, but if you like the campy drama-comedies that are popular on this app (Merlin especially) I’d really recommend checking this movie out. It’s not a masterpiece, but it’s fun (and made me cry!)

[the-gender-wizard-hat]

ive been here a week and ive decided tumblr discourse is the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life, if this website ever influences my politics or social standing in the slightest then yall have to euthanise me

[starwarskawaii]

Oh this is so my Migs O'Hara AU coded

Prompt #288

“My friend thinks you’re cute,” Villain said, nodding across the street.

Hero paused handcuffing the criminal’s hand behind their back and followed their gesture to the henchman hovering under one of the streetlights . They blushed as Hero made eye contact.

“Ok?” Hero said looking away abruptly and instead focusing on pulling Villain to their feet. “If you think I believe a word you say or even care—“

“It’s true. They’re just shy. And it’s not like there’s many opportunities for them to approach you.”

“Meaning?”

Villain grinned up at them. “It’s usually not this easy to catch me.”

[qiinamii]

one braincell transfer (divided by four)

[dailymothanon]

After enough consideration of my own I have concluded the reason these two are the odd ones out because they are actually bugs that think in very different ways than everyone else 😌 it’s a sound assessment… must be why they just stare at things happening like you just lifted up a rock they, the insects, were under

[isjasz]

[Ready for a new game?]

day 11 definitelynottober - heart in your fist & week 1 weeklyhermittober - beginnings

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IM SO READY LETSGO SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW LIFE SERIES💥💥💥💥💥💥

[marblerose-rue]

uh-huh

[shelfthe-reader]

y’all aren’t gonna be ready for my next post. it’s gonna be a doozy