#over six years ago!!!

[asterdeer]

[image description: two screenshots of text.

the first is from the blackgaard chronicles book rook's ruse and reads, "The sirens were very close now, and the rescue vehicles pulled into the parking lot. Whit stood to signal for the ambulance and missed the tears that ran down Richard Maxwell's cheeks."

the second is from an adventures in odyssey fanfic on ao3 and reads, "The sirens came closer, wailing their way towards the Castle. Whittaker was silent as Richard tried and failed not to cry anymore. Not that Richard wanted words. The truth would hurt and he knew anything else would be lies." end description.]

phil lollar owes me royalties. time to pay up

[heritageposts]

I'm reading about how Israel, in the immediate aftermath of the 1948 Nakba, deliberately replaced olive trees and other indigenous flora with European plants. This ecological disaster, which is now proudly hailed under the banner of 'making the desert bloom,' was done to 'de-Arabize' the landscape, and to cover up - often with fast-growing European pine trees -the ruins of Palestinian villages that were destroyed by Zionists forces.

And I just need everyone to read this passage from Pappé, because the symbolism of what happened to those European pine trees in the desert speaks for itself:

The Ethnic Cleansing of Palestine, by Ilan Pappé (2006, p. 227-228.)

[hopeinthebox]

bts + reductress headlines pt.14

[27-umbrellas]

the umbrella academy obsession from when i was like fifteen reawakening inside me for the final season

[spearxwind]

Happy 10th birthday to Cercerion!

OUGHHH UR RIGHT CERCIE IS 10 YEARS OLD NOW !!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY BOY BELOVEDEST DID NOTHING WRONG EVER IN HIS WHOLE LIFE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[forecast0ctopus]

Sorry, it's really funny to me that we're watching your Star Trek obsession unfold. It's a great franchise. I love it, and ur artwork is great!

THANKS lmao it was inevitable……… i do think its funny that you say obsession though ive posted it Twice here like. you are not wrong but i think i managed to spare most of you by relegating my Thoughts to my close friends story

theres too much star trek media though i fear ive condemned myself

[thecedarchronicle]

practicing drawing horses again w/ best girl

[hmslusitania]

Truly stunning how the business trainings I have to do this summer have managed to illustrate the difference between “this is a useful tool with multiple potential applications” and “this is a pyramid scheme your uberboss has bought into and is determined to drag the rest of the department along with her”

[roomwithanopenfire]

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday Everyone!! Thanks to @monbons for tagging me, so excited for the next chapter of your fic!

I've been having a really good week, I finished up all my finals and all my papers, and I moved all my stuff out of my dorm room—meaning I'm back home now and ready for summer! I have two weeks before my main summer job starts, so that means a lot of time for writing! And I've already gotten a start by having a super productive week writing-wise this week as well (finally got some solid work in on my COBB fic, turns out getting some vampire name inspo from @fiend-for-culture and seeing the first peek of the artwork really brought back all my excitement for this wip!!!)

I'm posting the newest chapter of Proof of Life tomorrow, which is one that I'm super excited to share. Unfortunately, this is the last chapter in my backlog, so I'll have take a small posting break after this, but that just means that if you haven't had a chance to start reading yet, you have time to catch up 🙃

But even more exciting news! I realized that I missed the 2 year anniversary of the first fanfic I wrote for this fandom! After reading all three Carry On books, I absolutely devoured fanfiction for probably around 6 months before ever writing my own. And the only reason I wrote anything was because I had a scene absolutely stuck in my head, and no one else had written it yet. So honor of being a month late to it's birthday, here are 6ish sentences from the first fanfic I wrote: Tense Silence (under the cut because this is already getting long):

“You’re a vampire.” says Simon. His voice came from above me. “You really are.”

I look up to see Simon standing, staring down at me. He has the Sword of Mages in one hand and the silver cross dangling in the other. It is very close to my face. I turn my head away. He moves the cross closer. I close my eyes as I smell the metal hanging merely centimetres away from me. 

“You tried to bite me.” He says. “You really tried to drink my blood.”

As you can see, I started out the fandom almost exactly where I ended up—writing angsty vampire Baz fics. While there's some things that I would do differently now and a few noticeable mistakes (Simon's cross is gold not silver, Past Lily, get it right!), I'm still really proud of this fic. I remember spending weeks working on it and being very nervous to post this 6k fic, so it's definitely kind of crazy to look back it and see how much I've grown as a writer, and how many friends I've made in fandom since then.

Tags & Hellos!

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @facewithoutheart @run-for-chamo-miles @raenestee @artsyunderstudy

@onepintobean @prettygoododds @noblecorgi @hushed-chorus @angelsfalling16

@thewholelemon @shrekgogurt @brendughh @a-maisie-ng @hertragedyconnoisseur

@beastmonstertitan @valeffelees @horsesarenotdeer @drowninginships @supercutedinosaurs

@fiend-for-culture @rimeswithpurple @cutestkilla @alexalexinii @ileadacharmedlife

@arthurkko @rbkzz

[meyraxbinici]

Who: Open @newbellevouxstarters Where: Perk

Sitting at a table in the corner, Meyra was sorting through her emails. Since she had decided to leave California so quickly, she hadn't really squared it away with her work, or with the companies who employed her. The only good news was she hadn't agreed to a new job until October to head to Africa, so she wasn't needing to leave New Bellevoux right away. But, as she was reading over an email asking her to head to Alaska for some wildlife photos, Meyra's finger stalled over the screen. It was a job in another two weeks. If everything went horribly with her family, friends and everyone she left six years ago, it would be nice to have a job to run to. But, Meyra wasn't sure if she'd be done and ready to leave by then. Out of the corner of her eye, Meyra noticed a body come up to her table. "Thanks, you can just set my drink down." She addressed them with a polite smile, finally looking up. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were the barista."

[lynsstrange]

Kaz in Crooked Kingdom:

[thelaurenshippen]

literally where is my next to normal movie. it's been fifteen years. who is keeping this from me.

[marzipanandminutiae]

i think it’s less that ppl are legit expecting a white christmas in boston every year and more that the probability for one used to be 20 to 30% and it’s now been almost 15 years without one and probability has dropped to 10% and will continue to drop. for someplace like worcester in massachusetts it’s even worse — probability was 67% ish for the boomers and now it’s a little over 30%. only 27 white christmases in boston since 1892 sounds small but when u consider most bostonians had 3 white christmases by their mid-teens on top of all the christmases where there was snow even if it wasn’t one inch and now there are teenagers who haven’t seen even one white christmas… it makes sense why ppl freak out every year it still hasn’t happened.

And that absolutely makes sense, yeah! I have immense climate anxiety too, like I said!

What I was responding to was more the people saying "it's 60 and raining in Boston and it feels like the apocalypse" or "this isn't how it's supposed to be ever; this never used to happen."

I don't know if you saw my longer post, but I went and looked at Boston weather records going back to 1893. Most Decembers from 1893-1903 had multiple days in the upper 50s, with many years getting into the 60s at least once. I didn't track every single year from 1893 to the present, but it seems reasonable to assume that that 10-year period wasn't just a weird fluke. December 1895 actually had more days in the 60s (5) than December 2022 (1).

That's not the full story, of course- December 1895 also had a couple of days in the 20s before that upswing, some with small amounts of snow. You also have things like overnight lows going haywire, and other reminders that climate change is real and it is happening now. I would never, ever attempt to deny that. It's the single biggest problem facing humanity at the moment.

However. There are multiple things to hold in our minds at the same time when thinking about its day-to-day effect on our lives, and one of them is "the effects are seldom as simple as It's Warmer Every Day Now Than It Ever Has Been, And That Will Continue Unilaterally For The Rest Of Our Lives." I'm not trying to deny or negate anything. I'm just trying to make people feel a little less despondent.

(I also just discovered that the metric for a white Christmas here in Boson states that it has to fall before 7 AM, which seems arbitrary and weird. We actually had a white Christmas here in 2017- we got 2.9" of snow -it just fell later in the day. So...it doesn't count for some reason? That's really strange to me. Anyway, the article where I learned this estimates our average yearly "one inch of snow on the ground at 7 AM on Christmas morning" chances nowadays at 19% as of three days ago.)

(I also think this demonstrates what I'm calling Reverse Environmental Amnesia- where, rather than thinking that the effects of climate change have always been normal, you tend to remember past weather in a way that fits the absolute direst interpretation of circumstances. Anyone who was in Boston on Christmas 2017 SHOULD remember the snowstorm...but I've seen multiple locals who don't travel for the holidays agreeing that we've had no Christmas snow at all since 2009.)

[sieglinde-freud]

thinking about them and banging my head against the wall again whats new. they are making me so emo. god. what the fuck

[mielgf]

staring into the darkness of my childhood bedroom that i have stared into a thousand times before, this time as a 22 year old adult, still feeling the exact same emotions i have felt since i was a child… The Horrors have their talons in me tonight

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

guys my mom apologized to me today for being harsh and asked why im always sad and whats wrong, and that i can talk to her.

i honestly cried because i have so many mixed feelings; i know she loves me and she wants the best for me, but everything she's said...all those horrible things that only crawl in my brain and the main reason i have severe anxiety and depression...they won't leave me alone.

i wanted to run back to her, back into her arms and cry and tell her everything...but i didn't. my instinct was telling me not to trust her. to keep everything bottled in. and the worst part? i couldn't tell if it was my anxiety or my brain telling me this.

i avoided every question, she asked me why i don't talk to her...i just said i was sick and a little tired.

she also asked why i was so irritable all the time. the truth is...i really don't know. i don't. i'm rude to everyone in my family who tries to know more, who tries to break that barrier.

i feel like i'm becoming my parents. nobody wants to know more. i have no true friends, merely acquaintances in my life. i never get too close...i can't. i'm unable to be close with anyone.

and i can't tell them...anything.