#still working on my writing style

[vangoghschair]

Right I've decided to just write random scenes from my Band AU now instead of making it a huge old thing sooo hope you enjoy??

Here's the bands finding out about the merge:

A palm slams down on the table and several chairs screech across the linoleum.

"The fuck?" Angela blurts out, fistfuls of hair clamped in her hands.

Amanda stands up.

"Yeah, Ian," she leans across the table, "the fuck are you thinking?"

"Are you thinking at all ?" Angela snarls.

"Hey, hey, let's be civil shall we?"

Ian's voice was calm. If he was at all worried about the situation, he wasn't showing it. He held one hand out reassuringly in the girls' direction.

"If I didn't know that this was necessary, I wouldn't have proposed it."

Calm, still. Somehow.

"And you didn't even ask us? How are we supposed to trust you now?" Damien piped up, prodding a worn drumstick in the direction of his manager, "you just gonna keep selling us to people without us knowing, are you?"

"Ok no, that's not what this is, I-"

"We've lost our brand and our control with one deal,"

Chanse had been silent for most of the meeting, greeting Ian with a dead stare to match his tone.

"That's what this is."

Amanda nodded, sitting down. She ran a hand along Angela's arm, the fabric of her shirt manoeuvring under her fingertips. The hairs on Angela's arm stood up, suddenly aware of the minute force from her band-mate. The door flew open. Angela pulled away.

"Sorry I'm late, I had...I don't know I'm just late,"

"Just sit down," Ian sighs, "I'm trying to explain a deal I've made...with another band,"

The latecomer runs a hand through his sandy hair, his lime-clad shirt looking as pristine as ever.

"Deal?" He replied, sliding the straps of his tote bag down his arm, "i didn't know anything about a deal,"

"Shayne, sit."

He does, brow furrowed.

"Everyone knows that we've not been doing so well recently," mumbles of disagreement interject his point, "but, but I have signed a contract with the manager of 'Sister Location' and he has agreed that we should collaborate and produce a joint album alongside a combined tour,"

The room was silent. Shayne's mouth lay ever so slightly open and Amanda pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

Shayne spoke up first.

" 'Sister location'? Of all the bands in America, in the world! And you chose them ?"

Damien sighed, stretching in his chair. "Sounds that way,"

"Y'all need to grow up. This is business, okay?" Ian's voice wavered for a moment, "I'm sure they're taking it much better than you are,"

~~~~~~~

"What the fuck?" Courtney drops their phone on the table, glaring up at their manager, "Anthony, no."

[nordidia]

having a very rough night so raph doodles needed to be made

when in need, mash two interests together

[icewindandboringhorror]

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

[krabbu]

[raven-master]

Only 5% of college students with ADHD graduate. A statistic that's disheartening on my good days and terrifying on my bad ones. Still, I know that I (and many others!) have so, so much to offer in my field of work once I get past all the hurdles of getting a higher education.

Hang in there, fellow ADHD students, I see you and I love you.

[rosielav]

Do you like fun?? Do you like whimsy??? How about mice???

Boy, do I have two games for you!! Both hacks of the Lasers + Feelings system, each game is one page, rp heavy, and can be played by small and large groups alike!

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I'm currently sitting at 247 + 189 sales respectively, and would absolutely love to hit 250 + 200 this month!! Since it is free+, I don't expect to make much/any $$, I just would love to share my silly little mouse games with as many people as possible 🐁

Thank you for your time! Keep Calm and Mouse On!!

[zsbrainrot]

Does anyone else think about how Rei can only sleep on the couch when he’s completely wrapped up in a blanket burrito? Because I think about it often.

Happy Buddy Daddies Friday!

[fictionadventurer]

Why is this book about 1880s London Jews so relatable to the 2020s American Roman Catholic experience?

In Amy Levy's Reuben Sachs, you've got:

The community that is at once fully part of the modern world while having an insular nature (and the amount of modern vs. insular varies based on the person and family)

The people who ignore their religion 99% of the year, but wouldn't even consider skipping services on the important holidays

The ultra-traditionalists who go so intense on holding to traditions that a lot of other members of their religion side-eye them

The kids who go to services only because their parents force them to, or who rebel and refuse to go because they don't see the point or don't believe in God

The new convert who is more zealous than, like, 90% of the people who were born into this religion

A family with its very specific blend of religious opinions and inside jokes that's fully aware that they're baffling to outsiders

This book was apparently meant to be a realistic portrait of Jewish life (in response to Daniel Deronda and its (according to Levy) highly unrealistic and over-idealized portrayal of Jews), and my goodness, did she succeed in capturing what it's like to live in a culturally religious community in a rapidly secularizing world.

[fairysteve]

steve started high school knowing who eddie munson was; his father had all too much to say about the residents of the trailer park and how steve would do best if he avoided them.

as he went through high school, he continued hearing a lot about eddie munson, from tommy h and carol, from his teammates, from the flirtatious girls that tried to entice him with gossip.

eating in the cafeteria, he heard a lot from eddie munson himself too. some, he even quietly agreed with.

and while tommy and his teammates might push eddie around in the hallways and call him slurs, steve never did.

he was always too busy trying not to draw attention to himself, trying not to look at all the things he found captivating about eddie.

steve was too busy trying not to be any of the words his father would happily throw around when he was unhappy with his son; a queer, a faggot, a fairy.

so he found a girl that reminded him just enough of eddie munson to distract him.

nancy wheeler, with her dark curls but wrong coloured eyes, with her brilliant mind but different interests.

it worked, for a while.

steve had always been good at acting, so he tricked himself into believing that what he felt for her was romantic love; something he had never felt for a woman before.

and nancy gave him a lot more distractions than he had ever asked for. distractions, and new fears, and scars, and nightmares.

steve gives all of himself in return. or as much of himself as he can, when he's trying to find a new role to replace the one he left behind.

the steve who spent time with tommy h and carol, the steve who desperately tried to make his father proud, had ceased to exist.

the steve who tried not being any of the words his father called him had not.

but then nancy gets drunk and spill her thoughts on their relationship, on him.

but then dustin henderson drags him into going after monsters again.

but then his father gets enough of him.

and steve finds himself selling ice cream while wearing a sailor uniform. and he finds himself working alongside a girl that makes him feel like he doesn't have to be acting.

and after successfully forgetting all about eddie munson, steve finds himself face to face with him.

because who else would order ice cream minutes before closing, if not eddie?

(eddie's pov)

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

I'm so sorry to hear you were in an accident im glad you are alive and feeling okay again <3<3

I'd love to send you a lotura prompt, hopefully it lifts your spirits to be back on that sweet ship.

How about Lotor and Allura talking about weapons? (i.e. Like how Allura prefers a staff and Lotors sword designs (like the one he was first shown with) )

Hey, good to hear from you and thanks for your super kind note!! I'm doing a little better each day and am excited to get back to regular routines! While I was on hold over the phone about paperwork today, I managed to exercise my brain with the prompt you gave me! <3

Staff vs. Sword

Emperor Lotor leans against a wall, crossing his arms and quirking a slim, white eyebrow at the princess before him. “Surely, you jest with me,” he murmurs. “A staff again?”

Princess Allura beams, and she grabs her favorite staff from the blunted practice weapons with a solid grip, fingers tight. With a quick flick of her wrist, she spins it and sets the end solidly on the ground. “My bayard for Blue Lion also turns into a whip,” she says nonchalantly, “but that seems entirely unfair to use against you, as it produces an electric shock.”

“Ah, yes.” His eyes crinkle, his slit pupils dilating with softness. He adds dryly, “Because we do not already create enough sparks on the courts.”

She brushes back her long, thick braid and waggles her eyebrows. “You said it, not me.” And then she pokes his chest plate with the end of her staff. “Do tell me you’re not afraid of a second round after I defeated you.”

“And nearly caused an intergalactic incident,” he says, voice halted. “The training grounds are intended for practicing the art of combat—not the art of catching one’s opponent off-guard with a kiss.”  

With a giggle, Allura pulls the staff back, her Altean markings glowing a bright pink. “Yes, well, we Alteans have a saying that all’s fair in love and war. Now, pick your weapon, dear emperor, so that I may defeat you once more. And do choose something other than a sword this time—at least mix it up for me?”

Lotor eyes her before grabbing a blunted sword from the wall, inspecting its balance. His long fingers grip the hilt tightly. “A sword is the best extension of a warrior’s will,” he declares, raising his chin with a petulant chin. “It is simple. It is efficient. It is my favorite weapon.”

Allura sighs dramatically at him. “It does not have quite the—” she waves her hand—“the impact of a staff, though.”

He raises the silver sword to her. “The staff is an impact weapon,” he says dryly. “You simply seek to showcase your Altean strength to the Galra who prowl these courts, and that is why you prefer it as of late."

“Tish tosh,” she says, planting her feet properly on the training mat and eyeing him with an increased wariness. She knows Lotor likes to strike unexpectedly. “I also happen to like the way training robots crumple to bits beneath a staff. It relieves the stress I feel after a large conference with intergalactic leaders.”

A tick of silence stretches between them.

And then in a blur, Lotor races toward her, slashing down.

She blocks with the staff and swings, and he ducks smoothly before stepping back, flipping the sword in his hand.

He paces the mat, the overhead lights capturing the glow of his eyes like a predator in the dark wilderness. “Poor Princess Allura,” he teases. “All the power in the universe, and yet you fear the peace we have wrought together, instead longing for means of violence. Are you certain you are not of Galran blood somewhere in that long ancestry of yours?”

Alura’s voice strains as she circles him as well, resetting her staff. “I can’t think of a single species that doesn’t enjoy a rough tumble now and again, in a safe, non-war environment. Why, the humans even have something called, um—” Her concentration breaks as she pauses, snapping her fingers. “Um, wrestling. And something called rugby. And then they have a very large, worldwide competition for their various violent sports, called the Olympics.”

Lotor pauses.

His slit pupils widen in curiosity of other cultures. “Olympics? Is that similar to a Kral Zera?”

“Somewhat,” she nods, “but instead of choosing a world leader by, um, killing everyone, these tournaments are for medals that they wear around their necks and then bite in front of cameras. And no one dies generally.”

He lunges again, and in a blur, wrenches the staff away from her hands and presses her up against a wall.

Allura squeaks, eyes wide.

His nose is inches from her own, his breath a hot puff against her face. “How very curious.”  

Her breath stalls as her cheeks heat hard enough to radiate to him. “Um, y-yes.”

Lotor’s wide mouth splits as he whispers against her mouth, “Fortunately for you, princess, I’ve no intent to fight you truly, or you would already be dead with your silly staff. And if it were these Olympics, you would have no medal to bite.”

Face flushed, her eyes narrow to slits, and before Lotor can avoid it, she hooks her ankle against his and unbalances him. Surprised claws protract from his hands, gripping into her practice armor and his eyes widen.

And the two royals fall in a pile of limbs upon the mat, with Allura sprawled on top of a stunned Lotor, his sword clattering to the mat beside them.  

“Oh, no,” she says with a triumphant giggle, hands planted over his chest plate. Her curly flyaways are an angelic halo around her face. “You lowered your weapon but did not fully secure me, so I still win.”

Lotor grumps beneath her, his lavender cheeks flushing as he grips her forearms.

And despite Galra leadership watching the courts and murmuring with gossip in the far distance, Lotor softens. His rough, calloused thumbs stroke a pink marking along her bare forearm. “Best two out of three, then? I promise to secure you fully next time and cause another scandal for it.”

Allura leans forward, eyes sparkling. “Very well, Emperor Lotor. You’re on.”

[danishphoner]

personal lyrics theories series (4/?): sculptures of anything goes - arctic monkeys

references under the cut

Arctic Monkeys (2022). Sculptures Of Anything Goes [Song]. Domino Recording Co Ltd.

[1] Radio X (2022, October 20). Arctic Monkeys - The Car track by track | X-Posure | Radio X [Video]. YouTube. https://youtu.be/8qX-vBSpLe0?si=ewA1nfm46K-JxaM-

[5] Williams, D (2022, October 21). Arctic Monkeys sneak an obscure Nintendo reference into ‘The Car’. NME. https://www.nme.com/news/gaming-news/arctic-monkeys-sneak-an-obscure-nintendo-reference-into-the-car-3333593

Yeagley, E (2022, February 11). Singin’ in the Rain: Unrealistic Hollywood Views. Film Studies at Mines. https://filmmines.wordpress.com/2022/02/11/singin-in-the-rain-unrealistic-hollywood-views/#:~:text=Singin%20in%20the%20Rain%20exposed,the%20beginning%20of%20the%20film.

[seiwas]

just a lil bit of a share ! i’ve been feeling really down lately about not writing that much 🥲 and keeping up with posting more frequently/updating a few of my series more regularly 🥲 but i looked at my masterlists and noticed almost 60% of my fics are actually from this year and we’re only half-way in 🥺

anyway ! the point of this is, if you’re being too hard on yourself today, i hope you’re reminded that you’re doing much better than you think 🥺

[apocalyptic-byler]

i’d grab the kitchen scissors (and cut myself to slivers for you)

Mrs. Wheeler opens her mouth, closes it, then opens it back, then closes it again. Mike can clearly see her struggle to understand why the fuck he cut his hair and when she opens her mouth again he half expects the question to roll off her tongue.

“Do you want me to fix it up for you?” is what comes out instead.

or the one where Mike cuts his hair, Karen and Mike are both at their wits end, and a certain someone makes the whole situation a bit more bearable.

[citrine-elephant]

usually this kinda thing starts with a nice dinner...

ideas for a fic i'm attempting where leon has a very no good bad weekend

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[lilacstarvix]

TotK 'Resurrection AU'

Something I've had on my mind for a little while now, is a TotK AU where Rauru and Sonia get 'brought back to life' during the events of the game.

Sonia is also the target of my zonai-ification nonsense instead of Link this time, I do be putting people in creechurification situations since my Submas days.

I did some deranged rambling writing about it too, little bit of warning, there is some panicking:

When Rauru woke up, the last thing he remembers was bidding Link farewell, followed by a warm feeling that seems to have lasted for an eternity but also no time at all.

He looks around to see that he is in a room, one shrouded in darkness, of Zonai architecture, but ancient, even by his standards.

Feeling cold stone beneath him, he notices that he is wearing nothing but underwear, 'This must've been how Link felt' Rauru ponders before he gets up and starts wandering the empty room.

Time begins to pass as his brain begins to process the fact that he is 'Alive' and that he has no clue where he is and begins to panic, calling out for Sonia, calling out for Mineru, calling out for the sages, calling out for Link...but nobody came.

Rauru begins to wander, calling out into the empty halls in hopes that anyone or anything will reveal it's presence.

Meanwhile elsewhere in the facility:

Sonia wakes from a warm 'dream', her last memory being of falling 'asleep' in Rauru's arms while recovering from something she can't quite remember properly.

The room is dark, cold, her face feels heavy, her ears feel pressed against frigid stone, her forehead feels... weird... to say the least.

As she gets up her whole body aches but not in a way that hurts, like a stiff muscle finally loosening.

She turns to sit up she finally looks own and notices a grey protrusion on her face, aswell as her whole body being covered in a similar grey, reaching a hand to touch it.. ..fur. Soft, thin fur, almost too soft, like a newborn puppy or other small mammal.

Slowly she reached upwards, touching the... snout.. on her face, trailing her hands further up her hands reach her forehead.

Gently, Sonia presses against the soft bump, almost instinctually the 'bump' opens her vision widens vertically for a brief moment.

'A third eye' Sonia realizes, among other thoughts racing through her mind as she puts together, that for some reason she is now a Zonai and lost in this strange unfamiliar place, with nobody in sight.

Sonia finally stands up although her legs feel unstable, and a little shorter than what her muscle memory thinks they should be, but regardless she begins to walk-waddle around, to get a better look at this dilapidated, dark, dreary and empty structure and hopefully find somebody, something or just a way out of here to get her bearings.

Back to Rauru

Rauru has been occasionally yelling out for help for a few hours now, to him it mattered not if the attention was positive or negative at this point, he just needed to see someone, anyone, hell even a warrior construct would be a welcome presence over the sheer loneliness this place echoed.

But finally something other than his shouts break the silence.

Footsteps.

It took Rauru a moment to realize that he wasn't just imagining things as he not only hears the footsteps, but sees a figure off in the distance of the dimly lit halls.

A distinctly Zonai shape, that also seems fianlly notice him , they begin to stumble, walk, then run towards Rauru with relief, enthusiasm and desperation that shocked Rauru.

He began to wonder how much longer this eager Zonai must've been alone for to reach such desperation, before he begins to hearing her voice and upon seeing her face, despite how different it was, those wise teal pools couldn't belong to anyone other than...

.."Sonia!"

(Part 2 here!)

(Link to the Ao3 version of the fic here, it has many more chapters than what I have on tumblr)