#since i have nothing of my fth fic to share yet

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Tagged by @satashiiwrites 🥰💖 thanks!!!

From Wolf Kissed:

As soon as the doors opened, the scents and sounds smacked into Stiles like a wall, left him breathless. The windows were open, letting in the late spring breeze, and it was well-lit and airy inside; music played from a piano by the wall, just barely audible over the cheery chatter. The tables were full, and people were smiling, even��especially—the staff.

Stiles’s throat went tight.

It reminded him of home, before it started falling apart around him. This was what the Hearth and Honey should still be—would be, if Claudia had had the chance to keep it.

Stiles, left to run it when John realized he couldn’t, let it fall to ruin in his hands.

“We can leave,” Derek murmured, pressing his lips against his temple briefly.

Stiles shook his head. “I’d like to stay.”

🥰 there was an even longer part from this chapter i wanted to share but then I thought, hmm, better save some fun stuff for when I post!

Tagging @cephalog0d @raisesomehale @ladiekatie @ohhalefire @spaceprincessem and whoever else might like to play!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

[raina-at]

WIP Game

The rules are: You will be given a word and then have to share a sentence/excerpt from your WIPS for each letter of the sentence.

Thank you @nuttersinc for giving me the word: RAIN.

Reggie clears his throat, and Sherlock realises he’s lost the train of conversation, caught in John’s eyes and the promise implicit in them. He nods to Reggie to begin, feeling his ears heat up a bit in embarrassment that he let his thoughts stray so far in quasi public.

This is from the next part of Nothing Gold.

Added to that, they’re both a bit frustrated because they haven’t had a lot of sex lately. Partly because John has been working a lot, but partly because it’s just so bloody <i>hot</i>. Sherlock doesn’t think John would mind so much, he was stationed in Afghanistan after all, but Sherlock’s skin already feels too small to contain him, and he feels icky and sticky and gross, and he doesn’t like to be touched when he feels like that.

Also from the as yet untitled next part in the Nothing Gold series.

The next two are from my FTH story:

“I’ve asked you three times to name the branches of the abdominal aorta, and you’re staring at your phone like a love-struck idiot. Has your boyfriend found roadkill again?”

"No, I think you should cry to me into your coffee during every study session and slowly waste away from a broken heart like a proper Victorian heroine," Molly deadpans as she positions her blocks next to her mat.

Molly in this fic is a true joy, she's so completely done with John's pining ass, I'm having so much fun writing her sassing John.

The next word is COLD since it's freezing around here all of a sudden, after being hot as fuck for weeks. I'm tagging @jrow @totallysilvergirl @jolieblack @helloliriels and anyone else who wants to do this.

[isabellehemlock]

Birthday Reflections

On the 37th anniversary of my trip around the sun, I wanted to say that I'm humbled and thankful to have made it another year - there's been times in my life I wasn't so sure I'd get to be this old, and I view aging as a privilege that not everyone gets.

My life has been touched by loss and grief and yet in a way, it's the non permeance of things, that nothing lasts forever, that makes what I do have, when I have it, that much more precious to me. May I never take my blessings for granted! May I never not seize the day while I still have it!

As for anyone who'd like to extend me love today, or send good energy out into the world for me, thank you! I embrace it and send it right back 🫂❤️

And finally, as an almost forty something crone lol, let me share things I've learned, and celebrated, in the last year (both in life and in fandom spaces) as part of my birthday reflections 😊

Physician, heal thyself. I started a sabbatical after a rough ten months and downsized commitments as much as possible - down from 120+ hrs a month, to 40ish! Since August! It's been phenomenallll. The sad truth was, most of the things I signed up were years ago when my family's health (and my own,) was in different place. My family needs me at home more. And everyone has been wonderfully understanding of the circumstances

Don't be afraid to be weird. Of course always be receptive to open dialogue and feedback if your actions are encroaching on someone's boundaries - but if people find me cringe? Okay, and? I'm herp derping my way across fandoms and platforms and being random, that's it. Stop trying to get everyone to like you by dimming your own shine, because let's be honest: you don't like everyone and that's okay, too. Not everyone is meant for us, detach with love and wish them well. (This one isn't necessarily new for me, but I'd say it's strengthened over the last year)

I celebrated reaching one million words on AO3 - which is wild!!

I participated in my first zine, and then helped organize one, too!!

I participated in FTH for the first time (next month is my second piece), and I'm doing the TOG BB again with no less than four entries (three arts and one fic). First piece is already up!

I've done close to 80 pieces of art which is also wild! A cute collage set of my pieces done this year will be arriving next month!

I made me perpetual vows for my lay order after four and a half years of study! This one is probably the one that makes me smile the most - my religious name within the order is St. Mary Magdalene. I chose her for her perseverance being rewarded by becoming the Apostle to the Apostles ❤️

Though I'm still as ace as cake lol, and happily married, after multiple conversations and introspection I've further embraced that I'm a "hearts not parts" person as well

Speaking of which, my hubby and I celebrated another anniversary and next month we'll have been together 18 years!! Very grateful for him 💗

As I've continued to heal from childhood/teenage trauma, I feel ready to share more of my truth in my art to express as a form of release. Always with tags and boundaries so everyone can make an informed decision to their level of exposure therapy on such heavy topics, but yes, I'm stepping into a deeper phase of my healing and putting in the emotional labor to reconcile myself back into one whole, lovable being. Because I was always lovable to begin with. And so are you ❤️

And if you've made it this far, extra hugs for you! Thank you for those who have embraced me, been part of my journey, and whether we've grown apart or grown closer, I'm grateful for the opportunities to expand my own consciousness with the people I come across.

I truly believe that to love someone is to see the face of God, an opportunity to venerate and honor the inherent dignity of every person - sometimes of course boundaries have to be put in place because not everyone shares my intentions, but reflecting back I can at least say I tried lol. May the year ahead be filled with love and blessings and may yours as well!