#on your shore

[arthurparnassuslovesyou]

Hi! I just binge-read your Stay series on ao3 and it’s AMAZING!! Any plans to continue The Family of Things?

Awww thank you so much! 💖💖

Plans, yes, hopes and dreams, yes, depression and burnout, yes! My goal was to finish the family of things before somewhere beyond the sea is released, but I don't think that's happening 😂😅

But I actually started working on it again Friday. I wrote a short cute scene and then my brain ground to a halt. Also just about to start an internship and my perimenopausal brain barely strings two words together right now, so I'm not pushing myself too hard because I don't want to make it worse. I'm pacing myself. I'm being a turtle about it.

But I want to. I really want to finish it. I'm stubborn as fuck so I believe it will happen.

[davidbowielovesyou]

I really love your thitcs work on ao3, and it's even helped inspire me to write my own fic!! do you perhaps have any words of advice for a first time fic writer?

Oh gosh. I'm flattered to be asked! I've been thinking about this all day trying to come up with an answer that's not the same thing as what other people say.

Like, write for yourself first. You hear that all the time but it's true.

Um, this is kind of a life in general thing, but it's really helped me with writing too, is to follow the energy. If something gives you a zingy feeling LOL. Pursue it. Because if it makes you zing then the zing is going to show in the work and will give everybody else zings 😆

I wrote Stay and On Your Shore and half of The Family of Things on a hyperfixation spree and it honestly scared me a little bit because I was afraid of running out of steam before I was finished (and I did but I'm working on it again and I'm going to finish).

Another thing is to not treat it like it's precious. Be willing to edit it and hack it up and chop pieces off and write five versions of one scene just for fun. LOL don't treat it like your baby; treat it like your unbaked loaf of bread. You can slap it and roll it and slam it on the counter and let it sit in the sun until it doubles in size. That's what writing does, right?

And along with that line, if you have someone who wants to beta read, take advantage of it! I never had a beta reader until I was kicking around the idea of writing Stay in a Facebook group and someone offered to beta read. I almost said no thanks and that would have been the worst decision ever! Because having a second set of eyes has helped me sooooooo much and has made me write much better, has helped me push through tough spots, has given me great ideas, has laughed with me and cried with me, motivated me, inspired me to the point that I looked forward to reading my beta's comments so much that they were what I most looked forward to every week. I just can't speak highly enough of it. My first beta reader couldn't keep going and then I invited Lucky to take over (because fae always left super detailed and specific comments on my fics, and fae are a great writer faerself. And I made a friend for life.

The thing that has surprised me so much about writing fanfiction is the incredible amount of connection I've felt with my beta reader and my ao3 readers and commenters. Honestly it's been a major highlight in my life.

Sorry, I feel like this turned into an interview where I'm just telling you what writing has been like for me. LOL. Part of this is me trying to process your question and I have to think through all of this to get to where the answers are.

I think... to sum up, writing is like good bread that makes brain happy. Do things that make brain happy.

[maeamian]

Part of the reason that Republicans are so desperately acting like they will never lose again is because they are deeply terrified that this is their last real chance to win. The big orange dipshit came in and gutted the party of everyone who wasn't a loyalist, which left it full of nasty little gremlins who have gaping voids where charisma and human decency is supposed to go.

They still hold a lot of power, but if we stop them this year the next presidential election may not be the Most Important One Of Your Life™, that's not a guarantee or anything, but if they don't win here and now their future looks grim, this dipshit is the only guy they have left and he's extremely diminished and has his brains leaking out of his ears at this point. We can beat him into the ground.

So that's what we're gonna fucking do. We're gonna break these fucking fash. They will crash upon us and we're gonna break their fucking necks. When they come for us they will lose because they're fucking losers and we have each other's backs which is something they fundamentally are incapable of comprehending.

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

找到讓你快樂的事並 全心全意地去追求它

Find what makes you happy and go for it with all your heart

Don't sad and don't think too much. xoxo

[thepopaddict]

Jamie Benson - My Confession

My Confession is the debut and only album of British singer and former Hepburn front-woman, Jamie Benson. The album was released in 2002, spawning one commercially released single, and three unreleased singles. It is unknown how well the album did in the charts as it has no further information about it on the internet. However, in 2010 the album got a re-released in digital form with different cover artwork and the inclusion of two b-sides from her singles.

Track Listing:

Invincible

Heroin

Shut Up & Kiss Me (Or Just Shut Up)

Dumb (Slip & Slide)

No Other Day

Over My Dead Body

Stay

Wonder Woman

When The Sun Hits The Sky

On Your Shore

My Confession

My Top Five Picks:

5th Place - Dumb (Slip & Slide)

This is one of the three unreleased singles along with Stay (a Lisa Loeb cover), and When The Sun Hits The Sky

4th Place - Shut Up & Kiss Me (Or Just Shut Up)

3rd Place - Over My Dead Body

2nd Place - Wonder Woman

1st Place - My Confession

Picture Gallery:

[lucabyte]

I don't know how everyone isn't also always constantly thinking about how burial rites seem to be potentially one of the few things Siffrin instinctively remembers about their culture. But rest assured. I am in fact always thinking about it.

Textless version where they're just hanging out. It's fine!

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[o3o-lapd-o3o]

spoilers? i don't even know what is or isn't a spoiler anymore.

i like to imagine this is what had to be happening at ithaca during the events between little wolf/we'll be fine and get in the water

[izzystizzys]

When the 212th collaborates with the 501st, chaos is sure to follow in their footsteps. This has been largely true of every engagement since the start of the war, in Cody’s experience. Had he even an ounce more of a rebellious streak, he might question why and whether the success rate is worth the feral instinct for mayhem his battalion and Rex’ awaken in each other - as it is, he simply fills out the after action reports and then screams into his pillow, which is hard as durasteel and doesn’t warrant the name.

Or, on some days, he steps into the training rooms to work off some nervous jitters only for his foot to catch on someone’s armoured shoulder and faceplant straight into what looks like the entirety of both battalions piled together in a massive cuddle pile.

“What”, he manages between gritted teeth, heaving himself up with one hand supported on Crys’ arm and the other planted in places that make Boil jackknife up with a strangled yelp, “the kriff is this?!”

“We’re watching the Corrie Reality Special, sir”, his own voice calls from somewhere across the room. “The 91st is passing by, so we have satellite access to the Coruscant Broadcast network for a few hours, and we couldn’t settle on a specific show -“

“- so we decided to watch them all”, Rex finishes, sheepishly, where he’s fought his way through wiggling piles, hoots and badly imitated monkey lizard noises. The thought that he shares DNA with these degenerates is enough to drive Cody to the brink of a nervous breakdown some days. “Spopcorn?”

Ah. The Corrie Reality Circuit. When Cody first heard of it, he’d thought it was a prank. Then, they were deployed to the middle of bumkriff nowhere on the edges of Midrim space edging on Outer Rim, with a connection so spotty even classified military intel only got through about half the time, and the whole idea got shelved in favour of clankers and keeping his General’s lightsaber in his General’s hand where it belonged.

Now, a gaudy, glittery monstrosity of a logo announcing a Coruscant Rotational special appears on a rigged up screen, which means one of two things: either Fox is pulling the Galaxy’s greatest long con on all of them, or he’s been murdered and replaced with an evil clone (ha!), because there are no circumstances in which he would agree to star on Coruscant Reality TV.

Cody tilts his head consideringly. Rex smiles at him sheepishly. Tilts the spopcorn bowl at him, invitingly.

“Oh, dank farrik, sit your shebs down!”, someone (Fives, probably) yells out, fed-up…ly.

Cody sits his shebs down.

“Good morning and welcome all of Coruscant to the Great Coruscant Rotational Special: Our Boys in Red Edition!”, a bright red Twi’leki man announces on the screen amidst cheerful jizz music and loud hooting from the training room. “My name is Braham Horton, and I will be your exalted host for this fine, fine late night cycle!”

“And now, gentlebeings of the metropolis, I present to you the images that have driven us all to laughter, joy, and even tears at times over these past few weeks - whodathunkit, that the CSF media project would enthrall a whole Galaxy of viewers and cause the largest recorded peaceful civil protest of all time?!”

“The sorry what now”, says Cody, suddenly thinking back to the urgent meeting General Kenobi was currently in with Generals Windu and Yoda - passing by on the Venator in orbit. “Uhm”, says Rex. Braham Horton, unfazed by the commotion he’s causing lightyears away, chatters on.

“- many hours, so we’ve compiled an introductory little best-of for you, exalted viewers! And what better best of to start off on than the hottest entry of the most explosive bombshell into the villa - please give it up for Commander Thorn and how he stole all of our hearts on Love Island!”

A garish, club-tech jingle Cody has so far only heard buzz through the walls of establishments that generally didn’t allow clones thrums through the training room, followed by what can only be described as the sort of noises spiced up banthas might make. Thorn appears on screen, more oiled up and half-naked than Cody remembers, though just as bleach-blond, hair slightly longer than regulation and smile blindingly perfect.

“I’m Commander Thorn, baseline twenty-four years humanoid - during daytime I might be the scourge of Coruscant’s criminal underworld, but at night I don’t mind playing good cop for you!” He punctuates it woth a sleazy wink and fingerblasters that have Rex honest-to-god gagging, and Cody seeing his life flash before his eyes. If Alpha-17 finds out about this…

Suddenly, Thorn’s smile drops in favour of what might almost be called a scowl on even his handsome face, and the music cuts out. “There, got your soundbyte. Can I go back now? I’m supposed to be on shift.” Indistinct, off-screen chatter and a captioned oopsie… appear in a shower of glitter. Thorn’s face does something complicated. “For HOW MANY MONTHS?!”

Cut to a montage of what Cody can only describe as beaches, oil and abs galore, Braham Horton narrates and extremely close-up shot of what Cody tries very hard not to identify as Thorn’s crotch. His own crotch, in a way. Oh no, that’s weird, stop that train of thought immediately-

“Although our favourite bombshell’s entry into the villa wasn’t without its hitches and hurdles-“, emphasized by a zoom-in on Thorn’s form in a speedo huddled away from a partying crowd of softcore-kriffing contestants on a yacht, “- as well as all know, he would soon find his place in the villa - or places, rather!”

Two crying humanoid women appear on screen, with eyeliner smudges down to their knees. A hoot goes through the room. Cody watches with a sense of impeding doom. “You slept with her after I chose to match up with you instead of Chad?! How could you!”

Thorn, still oiled up with both blasters out for the world to see, winces. “I didn’t me-“

A hysterical gasp, a camera swerve. Three more people stand by the doorway, all clutching their chests with wide eyes. A broad, green Twi’leki man raises a finger to point accusingly. “You were sleeping with them too?! I thought I was the only one!”

“Dear Force”, Cody murmurs, unable to look away from the building speeder wreck on screen. Braham Horton laughs good-naturedly at his misery. “Ah, good times! And who could forget the all-out brawl of the following matching night, where a record number of every single other contestant attempted to physically fight the others for the right to match up with Commander Thorn! Including a somehow returned Chad, who nearly won thanks to the element of surprise. I wish we could show the footage, but then we’d have to slap several warnings on it and probably still get taken off the air.”

“I didn’t know Corries kriffed like that!”, someone (Fives, let’s be honest, it was definitely Fives) calls out into the room, receiving snickers and a well-aimed pillow to the throat for his trouble. He goes down with a choking scream.

“Someone who was less impressed by the hot’n bothered beach weather was Commander Thire, who found himself Less than Impressed by his co-contestants inability to keep it in their pants on Too Hot To Handle!”

Thire’s face, identical to Thorn’s in every way except the ones that matter, appears on screen. His black hair is cut in a cropped mohawk, arms folded over a button-up he’s carefully pieced together with… safety pins? Where are the buttons on it?

“These people are pathological and pathetic and I will spend not a second longer on this farce of an attempt at ‘entertainment show’”, says Thire, air-quotes so sharp they could cut stone. His scowl might be permanently etched into his face, Cody can’t tell. “Unlike literally everyone else, I have an actual job to do. Now move.”

A brief pause, in which cheerful jizz music plays over what is obviously a producer begging off-camera, followed by an eyeroll so hard it hurts Cody’s brain to watch. Thire throws his hands into the air in defeat, marching off into the sea behind him still fully clothed.

“When they didn’t find him until the last episode, I’ll admit, I thought he’d died too!”, Braham Horton cuts in cheerfully. “But would you look at his little lonely island lair - now that’s a fulfilled man, and too many coconuts for my taste! We’ve had to blur his hands out as he discovered the cameras just moments before these holos were taken, unfortunately. And, dear viewer, who could forget this exit-interview for the ages!”

A considerably more clothed Thire appears on screen, eyeing a microphone like he’s about to use it to stab out his own eyes. The reporter clears their throat in audible anxiety. “C-commander, how would you describe your reality experience in one word?”

“Demeaning”, says Thire, blandly.

Silence.

“Um, o-okay”, squeaks the reporter.

“Would you like some more words?”, asks a dead-eyed Thire.

“No, um, I think - I think we’re alright.”

“Because I have many words. Mostly for whoever the *bleep* thought this was a *bleep* good idea, and *bleeeeeeee-*”

“We’ve had to censor most of the Commander’s on-screen appearance, dear viewer, for your sensibilities”, says Braham Horton, eternally and painfully cheerful. “And speaking of sensibilities, who could forget Commander Stone honouring his name in several challenges on ‘I’m A Holostar - Get Me Out Of Here!’”

Soulful violin music fills the gym, overlaid with images of a bald vod Cody surmises must be Stone. Stone stares stonily into the void, glass of bright green something raised to his lips and already half-empty.

“Memorably, he downed a pint of acklay urine within seconds-“

Horrified screams are followed by an image of Stone chewing, yet another thousand-klick stare.

“- or when he ate Tauntaun anus -“

Rex doubles over gagging, and Cody slowly puts his handful of Spopcorn back down.

“- of course the ten minute worm-bath challenge cannot go unmentioned -“

“FORCE PLEASE NO!”, screams someone (Echo) tearfully. Commander Stone, buried to the chin in wiggling orange worms, looks less impressed.

“ - and who could forget his encounter with a horde of ginntho spiders and nests of vexis snakes!”

A remote goes sailing past the screen, missing by a mile, as images of Stone with his whole arm stuck in various boxes fly past. Someone is retching. It might be Cody.

“We would show the infamous butchery challenge wherein the Commander found himself drenched in nexu guts and sandworm brains, but once again, this is family friendly programming and we are not allowed. Nevertheless, a win well-deserved. And now, please welcome the one, the only, the awe-inspiring, the unbelievable: Marshall Commander Fox!”

Another Force-awful jingle, big, blocky letters, and Cody chokes on his own spit when Fox’s scowling face appears on screen. He’s thinner, greyer and angrier than the last time they saw eachother in person. Only the last one is really a surprise.

“I am neither naked nor afraid”, says Fox, arms crossed firmly, foot tapping impatiently on the ground. “I am, however, quickly losing my patience. Explain to me again the point of spending my valuable time undressing in the middle of bum-*bleep* nowhere on the Midrim instead of doing my job as the head of planetary security in the middle of a Galaxy-wide war?”

Several beats of silence follow. Fox grows less impressed with each. Cody knows that look well. Usually, it precedes handcuffs and a cold sonic blast to the face.

“Um… you signed a contract?”, says a producer’s voice uncertainly off-screen. Fox barks out a harsh laugh. “I’m legally classified as military property, my signature holds less weight than if I’d had one of the Guard’s massiffs shit on that contract for me.”

“Ouch!”, calls Crys.

“Gettim!”, adds Longshot.

“But… don’t you sign off military documents all the time for the Senate?”, sputters the producer.

Fox smiles with far to many teeth. It’s also a look Cody knows far too well, and even lightyears away it has a shudder going down his spine.

“Really makes you think about the technicalities of that definitely-not-slave-army, doesn’t it?”, he says, dryly.

“Although considerably less naked and afraid than all other contestants, Commander Fox left us with many memorable moments - such as when he saved the entire crew from an angry Acklay!”

Most of the next holovid is blurred out, though Cody can (unfortunately) guess at the why and how. So can most everyone else, judging by the collective groan.

“Down, boy”, says Fox, flatly, to a hissing Acklay twice his size. It rears its fanged head, and a shudder goes through the room. Fox simply crosses his arms and nails the beast with an unimpressed look. “You are making a fool of both of us. Cut it out.”

Chastised, the Acklay blinks at him, slowly lowering itself back down with a confused hiss.

“No kriffing wonder all the Corrie shinies are such hardasses”, mutters Rex, whom Cody is hard pressed to agree with. “I came from a tube and that look gave me daddy issues.”

“Yes, dear viewer, who could forget these heart-warming moments of good, quality television!”, sighs Braham Horton, dreamily. “Not Coruscant anytime soon, that’s for sure! We are now entering the twentieth rotation of the sit-in protest of a petition to allow the Commanders of the Coruscant Guard to compete on Dancing With The Planets, Coruscant Rotational’s epic dance competition!”

“Dear bum-kriffing Force”, whispers Rex, wide-eyed and awe-struck. “Does Fox know about this?!”

Cody, who’s already dialing the kriffer’s comm-code, wipes a singular tear from his eye. “Not a clue, but kriff, am I going to enjoy telling him.”

[arthurparnassuslovesyou]

Part III of Stay is here! It's part II of the pre-epilogue which began with On Your Shore. I have no idea how long the pre-epilogue is going to be at this point!

Linus and Arthur are continuing to find their place together, learning what it means to them. Arthur continues his healing journey, which inspires Linus to begin his own.

Many thanks to all of you for supporting my writing with your kind words and reblogs and hearts and comments and kudos! Every one of those things is like a direct line to my heart and I don't mean to make you responsible for keeping it beating but it sure does feel nice! :D

[davidbowielovesyou]

A scene from chapter 5ive of On Your Shore (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43248123/chapters/111452371)

Arthur trolling trying to fluster Linus in the kitchen on Saturday morning 😊

[davidbowielovesyou]

LOOOOOOK look look at this wonderful art T_T I love it so much. I’m still blown away how a thought of mine can inspire someone else and I feel so blessed and lucky (heh) to have such a good friend in the fandom who is also such a skilled artist 💖💖💖

[ID: A digital illustration of Lucy, Theodore, and Phee in flight. Lucy has bat wings and grins excitedly at his siblings, eyes glowing slightly red. Phee is patting Theo's head, and both of them are smiling up at Lucy. End ID]

@davidbowielovesyou mentioned this idea in the most recent chap of On Your Shore, and it was too cute not to draw :3

[mummer]

imagine thinking east coast is beast coast….. you’ll NEVER be beast coast…..

[critter-of-habit]

Oh, she did.

[dykealloy]

surely someone has done this before (drift drift drift)

[montereybayaquarium]

Imagine diving in the chilly waters of Monterey Bay to experience the textures of underwater plants and animals.

What do you think touching smooth, wavy grooves (new band name?) of a blade of kelp feels like?

Or the rough and tough exterior of an abalone shell?

How about the teeny pointed toes of a hermit crab as they tickle the palm of your hand?

Anyone can have these magical experiences at the Aquarium's touch pools, no diving experience necessary! What would you explore at our touch pools?