#needs a better title though

[kay-no-lies]

I read this book earlier this year. It was cute. It draws a lot of parallels to the USWNT & NWSL. What’s been happening in the league the last few years. This has the potential to be so good if they can get it done right!

Some other wlw spot romance books I’d like to see them adapt:

-How You Get The Girl-Anita Kelly 🏀 (Julie Parker is me, I am her, but I’m also Elle.)

-Hot shot-Clare Lydon 🇺🇸⚽️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

-Catch-Kris Bryant 🏈

If you like YA/High School settings…Home Field Advantage and She Drives Me Crazy are good too, but def for more YA.

[obstinaterixatrix]

Sherbet knows she might run into pirates or sea monsters on her voyage, but what spooks her most is the ghost ship rumored to kidnap people. Although she’s relieved to hear that it only takes them for a special reason, she soon wakes up on the infamous vessel without any clue why! Despite her initial despair, however, Sherbet is delighted to find the grumpy but hot pirate, Granita, on board with her. On the other hand, Granita finds hell in the form of the bubbly little terror who can’t seem to keep her hands and innuendos to herself...

here’s an ongoing f/f webtoon that is. hysterical, unhinged, and dumb as hell (affectionate)

sherbet is a young aristocratic lady and huge lesbian on her unenthusiastic way to an arranged marriage, granita is a ruthless pirate captain, they’re stuck on a ghost ship together

the art is really good and the writing is SO funny. like, here’s something from chapter 3

and here’s a follow-up from chapter 4

anyway, it’s primarily comedic with some drama and pathos thrown in for spice, and the tonal shifts can be wild—There’s Definitely Something Deeper Going On and I love the looming threat of plot and sincerity. good for folks who want high energy comedy between two adult women who each think they’re in vastly different genres

[mars-ipan]

Mars i fear i may be dying of the plague. I have coughed blood into my sink twice now and my throat feels like I gave really aggressive oral to a scrubdaddy spongue.

Do you have any priest au thoughts/scenarios/rambles to sooth a troublde lad such as mysrlf🙏🙏

hemo. as a guy who has also coughed up blood somewhat recently. it may be time to go to an urgent care and make sure it’s nothing serious. there’s a pretty nasty pneumonia going around rn and if that IS what it is the sooner you get those antibiotics the faster you’ll recover.

as for priest au stuffs: the election kinda killed my creative flow (we’re ballin but we’re stressed) BUT i’ve been trying to flesh out hajime’s backstory a bit for the the past few days so here’s some bullet point brainstorming on that :D

check under the cut for the goods, as per usual ^_^ tw for mentions of child abuse, and also a general warning for priest au-typical horny talk and homophobia

i’ve been thinking abt hajime’s childhood/past a lot, partially bc i don’t feel fully confident writing him until i have the details of his backstory fleshed out. i think his dad was more of the aggressive “no son of mine” type of homophobic, where his mom was more of the “hate the sin love the sinner” type of homophobic. it’s cliché maybe but like. traditional catholic family values yanno. his family does differ from traditional catholicism in one way though: hajime is an only child.

i don’t think hajime was ever The Manliest Man growing up. yeah he was strong from helping on the farm, but he never felt the need to flaunt his masculine attributes. he never wanted to impress girls, he never initiated an arm-wrestling contest, and once he hit teenagerhood he quit wrestling with his friends altogether. when his friends asked him why he never roughhouses with them anymore, he tensed up and mumbled something about it being “weird” and “immature.”

he showed a lot of delicacy towards nature as well, a trait he carries into adulthood! rescuing turtles from roads, gently rehoming bugs, taking care not to step on wildflowers, that sort of thing. he was teased for this growing up :( he’d be compared to a disney princess and the like or just be called a pussy for Caring About The World Around Him. while he still loves nature and knows there’s nothing wrong with that, he does get embarrassed if his gentleness is pointed out— he’s anticipating some sort of reprimand.

been trying to think about hajime’s gay awakening. i imagine once he hit puberty he started having vague… thoughts. they weren’t attached to anyone but he kept it secret anyways since Lust Is A Sin and Masturbation Is A Sin Too and he’s not interested in growing hair on his palms or going blind (he later finds out that those are myths, but for now he heeds the tales), nor is he interested in the scolding he would get from his parents if they found out. from there we have two main options as i see it.

option A: in a parallel of the magazine he finds in Jabberwock, teen!hajime comes across some sort of gay porn. it’s completely accidental— he finds a mag or some other paraphernalia in a log or something, opens it, Realizes what is is, looks around for witnesses, and quickly stuffs it into his jacket. he’s not even sure why, but he knows he’s curious. as soon as he gets home he hides it between his mattress and his bedframe, and that night, when he’s sure his parents are asleep, he grabs a flashlight and starts to look through it. he doesn’t understand why he’s so fascinated until he realizes: he’s breathing heavily, hot in the face, absentmindedly rubbing his thighs together, and, most incriminatingly of all, he’s the hardest he’s ever been in his life. mortified, he shoves the magazine back under his mattress and tries his best to forget about what he saw, tossing and turning as he tries to calm down and go to sleep.

option B: hajime is really close with one of his peers. they’re childhood friends, and they’ve gotten along great forever. at some point, though, hajime starts feeling weird around him. not BAD weird, but… he’s nervous, and his skin seems to buzz whenever they touch, and his heart flutters when he makes his friend laugh, and… he can’t make sense of it all. not until he wakes up one night from a particularly vivid dream, chest heaving, skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his sheets soiled with the evidence of his subconscious sin. he realizes what’s going on, and his heart sinks into his stomach. he does his best to ignore it, but it haunts him.

we could also combine these options and say both of these things happen, but idk yet. i like the loneliness of the porn but i also like the guilt of having to talk to your close friend and pretend you aren’t feeling confusing and frightening things for them.

hajime lives at home until his early adulthood, when he is Caught. if we went with option A for his awakening, then he comes home one day to find The Porn sitting on the kitchen table, its pages now crinkled from years of viewing, and his heart sinks into his stomach. he’s not sure how they found it— maybe his mom was cleaning his room and lifted his mattress? but it doesn’t matter— they Know now, and he has no way to explain himself.

if we go with option B, hajime is caught with that “good friend” of his. he had snuck in via hajime’s bedroom window, at a time they both were sure hajime’s parents would be asleep. unfortunately, hajime’s dad comes up to his room (hajime never learns the original intent of this visit) and opens the door to find his son, hair and clothes a mess, with the neighbor boy straddling his thighs, hands clearly paused in the middle of lifting up his son’s shirt. it’s silent for a bit, and the tension in the air is so heavy hajime feels like he can barely breathe. still, he breaks out of the stupor first, muttering a quiet “you need to go” to his friend without breaking eye contact with his father. the friend gets the message and bolts, leaving via the same window he came from. hajime is now alone with his father, so guilty and scared that he feels nauseous.

regardless of which of these events occurs, the outcome is the same. hajime’s father responds first, yelling and berating. hajime is terrified— he’s seen his dad mad, but never like this. never shouting obscenities and vile words at him. when told to explain himself hajime stumbles over his words, eventually landing on some variant of “i don’t know.” eventually, his father decides words aren’t punishment enough, and hajime gets the shit beat out of him for the first time in his life. he tries to defend himself, but he’s never been much of a fighter, and he doesn’t want to hit his dad, self defense or not. when his father finally storms off, his mother comes near, her eyes brimming with tears. she holds her arms out to hajime, tells her baby to come here. hajime, aching and bruised and perhaps with a freshly broken nose, collapses into his mother’s arms, silently crying into her shoulder as she pets his hair. she holds him close, rocking them from side to side, before she speaks. “oh, hajime, darling,” she starts, voice thick with tears and love, “i’m sorry. we’ve failed you, haven’t we? that’s why you’re doing this to us.” hajime’s stomach curdles at those words, and he quickly excuses himself, washing the blood off his face in the bathroom sink before he locks himself in his room.

regardless of the guilt he carries— he knew he was sinning, after all— hajime knows he is no longer safe at home. his father had never beat him like that before, and he doesn’t know that he would be able to walk away if it happened again. he doesn’t want to leave his mother, but he could tell that she was disgusted by him, too, her words still echoing in his mind. so, hajime packs as many of his things as he can fit into his suitcase, and the next day he leaves town, never letting himself look back. he job hops for a bit before he manages to get his house in Jabberwock— he got really, really lucky with the price of the property.

hajime hasn’t talked to anyone from his hometown since he left, and while he still has his parents’ landline number memorized, he doesn’t dare call. his dad’s probably disowned him, anyhow. sometimes he wonders how the people he grew up with are doing, but he can’t bring himself to go back. it’s not home anymore.

[becausebuckley]

tidbit tuesday

it's tuesday somewhere in the world still! i was tagged by @inell, thank you!! here's another bit of my baby DO get greedy fic wherein eddie doesn't quite realise how okay buck is with things like cuddling now that they're dating. the answer is very okay. buck loves it. eddie needs to figure that out still. he'll get there eventually lol i promise tagging you! yes you! i've tagged you!

When Eddie wakes, he’s more comfortable than he’s ever been. The new comforter is soft against his skin, there’s a perfect band of pressure wrapped around his waist, and the pillow underneath his cheek is just the right density. Eddie thinks Buck was wrong about him needing to replace his pillows, because this doesn’t feel wrong at all. It feels kind of perfect, actually. He lazily rubs his cheek against it, sighing in contentment.

“Good morning to you too,” a voice says from somewhere above his head. Eddie doesn’t really register at first, but then his pillow moves, and there’s a soft pressure on his head, and everything clicks into place all at once.

Buck.

“Morning,” Eddie says back, already working to untangle himself. It turns out to be a rather difficult task, considering he’s wrapped up in both a blanket cocoon and a boyfriend who isn’t really cooperating. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Buck sounds confused. Eddie has pulled back enough to be able to see his face. The remnants of a blissful expression are fading away, a hazy smile being replaced with a frown. Eddie wants to do something about it, kiss it away or smooth his fingers over it, let them linger on Buck’s birthmark, maybe, but he can’t. It’s already too much.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

So Witches We Became

YA horror

a girl and her friends go on vacation to a house on a private Florida island, but when a strange mist and toxic tar surrounds them, trapping them there, they have to find a way to survive and/or escape

while she’s being haunted by a traumatic experience with her friend’s boyfriend - who just showed up - that she’s been unable to tell anyone about, and by a shadow from her childhood that she fears might have something to do with what’s happening

sapphic, explores complicated friendships, and surviving assault

[hushed-chorus]

WIP Wednesday

Hi folks! Thank you for the tag today @alexalexinii and everyone for all the ongoing tags, even as I dip in and out on WIP posts. It’s nice to know they’re waiting for me when I have the energy to engage.

Life continues to be a bit busy, but I’m sneaking in some writing where I can. Most energy is going into my long Watford fic (currently, likely placeholder, name is Those Glowing, Magickal Years), and I’m trying to approach it NaNo-style, i.e. getting the words down and worrying about revisions later. 

It’s still a bit rough and I don’t know when the first chapter is going up, but here’s a (long) peek.

Other students are moving now, each following an invisible thread that binds them to someone else. Daphne told me that’s what the feeling's like – like it’s a fishing hook and you’re being reeled in.  But I don’t feel anything. Nausea rolls around inside me. What if the magic won’t work? I’m not alive. Not really. I’m not even sure if I have a soul.  Does the Crucible only work if you have a soul? Does it know what I am? Will it expose me?  I glance towards the Mage. He’s not looking at me, not yet. Maybe I should leave now. Slip away before he sees that something is wrong, before he can finish the job of purging the vampires from Britain.  These thoughts leave me so breathless that I first mistake the tug in my gut for fear. I stumble forward a couple of steps, gritting my teeth against the sob of relief. It’s happening. The Crucible hasn’t exposed me. It’s taking me to my roommate.  I'm supposed to be here. This is still my place.

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[tethered-heartstrings]

why is posting a fic harder than writing it

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

also. NICE

!!!!!!

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Just remembered I have a psychiatrist appointment so early tomorrow. And I obviously dyed my hair so recently because there's green staining on my face. I don't think it's going to look great for the bipolar diagnosis, to disclose that I was feeling impulsive and wanted to get control over something, so I dyed my hair at midnight.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I don't think about it very often at all, but sometimes I think about how if my insert in the Cars universe was also a mechanic, then they'd technically be considered a doctor as well, cause doctor/mechanic is the same thing in-universe

[dutybcrne]

Thinkings thinkings of Fatui!Kaeya have been reawakened in reviewing Arle's teasers/animations

[mintcaboodle]

lifes dream to be invited as a guest artist to a zine

[ratwavegamehouse]

Went to a cafe to write some more Transgender Deathmatch Legend 2 and an old woman motion at the collar and asked if I had a dog, then said "that's a really interesting way to wear a chain" then bought me a latte

Got a nice bit done though. The new edition is gonna be like an anthology of multiple hexcrawls and I have over half written now.

I think TDL 2 is gonna be the Citizen Kane of TTRPGs (heavily feature digs at real people)

[prodkeiji]

just finished the current episodes of rwby vol 9.... to simply put it, i am #devastated yet happy and ep 7 was so so so good

[mondscheinprinzessin]

Just remembered while I finished with chapter 2 that I don’t like it writing the whole fic and then posting the chapters in a made-up schedule (makes me anxious somehow idk), so I could very well post the first chapter later today? Or tomorrow. I still need a title😅

[faithfromanewperspective]

Omg what is 5sos city?

the city with the brightest lights