#talksomesensetome

[crispynewtss]

new talk some sense to me chapter link in this ugly format because tumblr

*offers this wet-paper-towel-of-a-chapter with shaking hands* pl…s… acce…pt?

[adromelke]

The freedom in reading

I used to read a lot of books. Grew up among crowded bookshelves, enjoyed secretly stealing adult books and then not half-understanding them.

After university I lost interest for a good while and by the time I got back to reading e-readers and apps have taken over.

AO3 came along and I had my first taste of fanfics. After reading ‘shelffuls’ of stories within months which felt like years, decades, a lifetime holding a book is different. It is a statement. A confession, a non-deletable search history of my preferences. Paper on which to draw and pages to press small treasures between. A weight to ground me.

This is Talk Some Sense To Me (Kenopsia) that started a long line of firsts for me and so deserves a place next to my childhood favourites and family inheritance volumes.

[kailanimaris]

Talk Some Sense To Me || Head Canon || rykerhammerling

It had almost been a day since Kailani called Ryker and she hadn't heard back from him. While Bay left her for practice she stayed in bed, a bundle of blankets and confusion. The longer she was alone the more she felt sick to her stomach. Staring at the pillow where Bayoa had been resting his head she rolled away and reached for her phone. No amount of prayer felt like it would ever explain the fire that had been eating her whole for days now. The woman's thin fingers dialed his number again, hovering over the green send button. Placing it on speakerphone she propped it up while it rang. The wallpaper was a picture of him she'd taken before she had really gotten into photography, but it was still her favorite picture of him.

As she stared at the half lit face, remembering every line on his hands and face, that laugh as he pulled on his cut, she couldn't help but count every ring. Her heart seemed to twist again but she couldn't decide if it was from missing him and hearing his voice or another unanswered phone call. "I waited six months to see you. I waited six months to hear your voice. To  tell you I love you. To hold you hand. To kiss your scars. I don't care if there's a change in your emotions, it doesn't change that I couldn't leave you without you telling me to go. We carry eachother in our hearts. I'm always with you. So, these are my letters until you come back home." She looked at that smiling face, knowing wherever he was that he probably wasn't wearing it and her voice cracked. "I missed you today. The sun is setting and I hope you saw it. I tried to smile and I hope you did too." She sniffled, her voice a shaking whisper. "I love you, Mon païens. I'm going to think about when I see you again and not about the missing you so much. See you in our dreams."

For a little thing there was a lot of frustration within her. She hung up the phone and watched the screen go black. Kailani could feel herself fighting the urge to sob and her knuckles went white as she squeezed the phone as tightly as she could. Burying her face in the pillows she screamed until her throat hurt. It didn't work, stranded in the wide space of her empty room the threat of tears was even closer. The phone rang and she sat upright faster than anyone could have blinks. As soon as she saw who it was she felt herself give up. The small thing flew across the room wish such force that it chipped and broke everything it hit until it smashed into the wall and then the wood floor, still ringing.

Pulling her knees to her chest, Kailani grabbed her new bear, a gift from Bay that could never compete with his warmth. The little thing might as well have been soaked in a tub by the time she stopped crying. She looked at peace when she slept with it though, almost childlike. In truth there was no beauty to it. She'd literally cried herself sick and into exhaustion. Everyone in the house seemed to be keeping their distance but few knew the truth about the woman that raised her and the core cause of her distress. Most chalked the behavior up to someone breaking up with her. It wasn't like that at all. She simply felt like a part of her was trying to tear itself away, a vital part and a favorite part, and it hurt more than she could put into words- not in any of the languages she knew.

[crispynewtss]

I've been coming back and rereading your fanfic "Talk Some Sense to Me", and I am still as in love as I was when I first found it. Do you plan on continuing the story, and if you do, when do you plan on updating? Not meaning to rush you in anyway. I know life can be stressful and your story has been one thing that has helped me manage mine. Take your time, and I'm sending lots of love.

hello, lovely!!

short answer is: yes, im absolutely coming back to this fic, i love it to absolute bits and have the whole thing plotted

long answer is: burnout, depression, dysphoria, and fandom-hopping have all made continuing talk some sense to me really difficult the last few years. HOWEVER!! you have incredible timing, because i actually started poking at the next chapter just yesterday, though it will still be a while yet before i finish it. no eta on the actual upload, but this fic means too much to me to leave it unfinished forever.

as long as you're subscribed to the fic on ao3 you’ll be notified when i next upload! (i don’t tend to post updates on this blog since my following is like. five people)

[crispynewtss]

He wakes up in the Box knowing two things: his name is Thomas, and something is very, very wrong with him.

Or: Thomas arrives in the Glade already sick, but not with the Flare. The remaining Gladers would follow him into hell, if they can just keep him alive long enough to get there.

this is jars’ fault and they know it

[crispynewtss]

The thing is, Thomas didn’t look sick when he first came up in the Box. He was sweaty and shaking and scared, just like any other Greenie, and had even managed to make a run for the East Door before face-planting spectacularly. 

there’s only one note on the last post but i have faith there are more newtmas fans than tumblr would have me believe