#this is what I did with my English degree

[dors-ee]

Oh yeeees it's the one where he's like "lots of mouths and teeth, yes so good" 🤣 Still laughing at it. And if I remember correctly you find it like on the island to kill Ghilan'Nain? Tension is high, you are toward the end, and you find that 🤣 (or in his temple which... same thing. Extra tense and stressful and you get him saying that 🤣) "my big dragon" "she wrong but eh. Will concess cause she sad.", "Give my drgaon lots of mouths and teeth. and bigger. Yeah so cool. My dragon is so cool. My dragon is the coolest" (him with Davrin and Emmrich, speaking of their kids. "Mine can fly!", "Mine learnt to talk!", "Mine is big and he'll get lots of mouths and teeths!") and showing a strange form of care for Ghilan'nain.

Some side thoughts -not joking :

like... for me it strips him of some of his prestance, BUT also gives him something more. and even this act of "taking" some mythos out of him thematically works bc well we are told again and again : they are no gods.

It is shown that he cares in a weird way when he gets Ghilan'nain in Hossberg, and here when he, in his weird and a bit condescending way, cares for her mood... There's also the codex fragment with Ghilan'nain, answering to him about Andruil. I don't remember what she says exactly, but it seems she answers him about... a concern? about this. Or just that he spekls of bringing back Andruil (I believe that's what she answers "no let her be" or something like that, for me, is a way of showing a sort of care.).

He also cares about his dragon size, "mine is the biggest! nah!" and seems to share at least a fragment of Ghilan'nain's love for "lots of teeth and mouths". Which if they really are siblings, I thought it was a nice touch to show that one. Both freaks... and both brilliant, even if now blighted.

He is a bit thicker of a cardboard with those elements. More so than when Mythal speak of him having been twisted too, as a spirit.

And I'd rather fight with such an opponent rather than just a cardboard villain that is just vile. Elgar'Nan has a bit of depth, even in his talk with Solas, it is interesting how he reacts. It isn't just pure villain mocking his opponent. Or at least didn't feel like it. speaking of this talk the subject of the other evanuris also for me there was something in how Elgar'nan reacrs and speaks, of that, of the past, etc. Does he only wants to bring his empire back for the sake of power and his ego as a god, like a pure villain... or bc he misses it and misses the other evanuris too? Maybe I'm reaching with this one.

It also is this dialogue bringing how Elgar'nan was brilliant too. and maybe it's just me but I did feel something at the mention of his descent and the dulling of his mind with the blight. Of the loss of this core element of him, and the brillance of him -representation of the brillance of the eleves, also lost?-. He lost his empire, his fellow gods and himself. Like... even what made him a good opponent, a good bad guy, is lost now. He lost himself first when he got twisted as a spirit, thrn became a god/slaver, where he still had lesst was a good bad guy apparently and would-be-wrong-God. But now he doesn't even have that. What a fall eh? for a "risen god".

Don't know if this passage is clear sorry. Writing not confusing and clear literary analyzes is hard enough in my language (my big issue I had during my bachelor degree in literature. Managing to write my thoughts clearly and with structure) so in english x).

Although why having a dulled mind would make him speak the common tongue? shouldn't it be rhe reverse and he's speak his native tongue only? (aka elven) isn't common a learnt secondary language for them?

Yet again : just a tad more development and scenes with him to flesh him not only as this very threatening scary guy but also as a character, as in more of a person, that would have been nice. Helped with the build up too.

elgar'nan, all-father, the eldest of the sun, he who overthrew his father, god of sun and vengeance: NOPE MY DRAGON WAS DEFINITELY BIGGER, HE SHRUNK IN THE WASH

[thehereticdiaries]

I Make You (You Make Me): Chapter One

Summary: After auditioning for a backup dancer position for the idol group Enhypen, you do the polite thing and shake everyone's hands before you leave. But when you make contact with one of the members, your soul mark burns Warnings: This chapter is literally all fluff

The HYBE building was absolutely daunting. The sun reflected off the glass and metal, making it difficult to look at. You took a deep breath, swallowing your nerves and wiping your sweaty palms on your joggers before stepping into the cool air of the lobby. You approached the woman typing furiously behind the front desk, her glasses sitting on the edge of her nose.

“Hello, I’m looking for the Enhypen auditions?” You politely greeted the older woman.

“Photo ID and audition invitation.” She didn’t even look up from her computer to address you, causing your anxiety to spike again. You handed her the requested documents with shaky hands. Her sharp eyes scanned over your ID and letter, then to a list of names taped to her desk. She returned your documents and provided a visitor tag. “Take the elevator to the right. The studio is on the third level, number 307.” 

You mumbled a ‘thank you’ and followed her directions to the dance studio. You were among 20 candidates for the backup dancer position for the swiftly approaching comeback. You stood in line and focused solely on keeping your breathing steady. It was your turn after what felt like an eternity of waiting (it was only 15 minutes). You stood in the center of the room facing four men sitting in chairs and holding clipboards. You recognized two of them as members of Enhypen, although you couldn’t remember their names. The other two must be the lead choreographer and manager. They were the names on the audition invite.

“Hello, I am Y/N L/N, and I will be performing my own choreography to Mirage by Lindsey Stirling,” you introduced yourself with a bow. They nodded and began the track, which they had queued up along with the other candidates’ songs. You took your position and emptied your mind, just like you did before every competition. You put everything you had into the dance. You panted as you relaxed from your final position. 

“You said you made your own choreography?” One of the Enhypen members asked with a tilt of his head. Shit, what was his name? Ricky? Ricky sounded almost right. You nodded.

“Yes, this was for my final competition right before I graduated from university.”

“Did you go to school for dance?” The oldest of the four men chimed in. You had to assume he was the manager.

“No, actually, I have a teaching degree. I was planning to teach Korean and English literature. But I did competitive dance for a little under ten years,” you explained, fidgeting with your fingers. You weren’t expecting to be asked any questions.

“So what made you apply for this position?” The other Enhypen member furrowed his eyebrows. 

“To be honest, I haven’t had much luck finding a school willing to hire me, since I’m only 22 and a foreigner,” you sighed. “I saw the ad online, and figured there was no harm in applying.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, are those bands on your fingers your soul mark?” The manager pointed to your hands. You looked down at the bands of solid black circling the base of seven of your fingers.

“Yes, they are. And no, I’m not sure if it means I have seven soulmates or if they’re all tied to one,” you answered the question you knew would be the follow-up. The manager nodded, making a note on the paper in front of him.

“Thank you for coming in, we will be in touch to let you know if we have decided to pick you for the position,” the manager stated with a final nod in your direction. You thanked and shook the hands of the manager and choreographer. When your hand connected with the Enhypen member to the choreographer’s right, the band on your left pinky burned. You yelped, yanking your hand from the young man’s grip to clutch your mark. You rubbed your pinky to soothe the sting, your motions coming to a stop when the black band slowly morphed to a pale purple.

“Ni-ki, are you okay?” You looked up to him staring at everything in the room with his jaw dropped. 

“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” Ni-ki dropped his eyes back to you. He suddenly held your face with both hands to pull you closer to his face, causing you to squeak and flush a light pink. He seemed to be analyzing your features, flicking his gaze over your hair, your cheeks, and your lips before landing on your eyes.

“Ni-ki, what on earth has gotten into you?” The manager asked incredulously. 

“Her eyes are blue,” he muttered while running a thumb across the skin under your eyes.

“Oh… oh! You got colors! You found your soulmate,” the other member grinned and shook the youngest by his shoulders. Ni-ki rolled his eyes and reluctantly released you from his grip. You shook yourself out of your daze.

“Sorry, I’m probably holding up the auditions. I’ll wait outside until everything is finished, then we can talk.” You bowed clumsily and stepped back in the hallway, missing the curious look from the cat-eyed member and the longing from Ni-ki. They knew you were right, though, so they didn’t protest. You sat on the floor a few doors down from the audition studio. There were still seven people that still needed to go, so you pulled out your phone to google the Enhypen members. You identified the other member in the studio as the leader, Jungwon. You fell down a rabbit hole of interviews and fan compilations in an attempt to memorize all of their names and faces.

“Y/N?” You jumped at the sudden intrusion. Jungwon had poked his head out of the studio to let you know they were done, but he was now stifling his laughter. 

“You guys are done already?” You checked the time and sure enough, almost a half hour had passed. You followed Jungwon back into the studio, sitting on the floor in a small triangle with the idols while their manager, Minjun, observed from his chair. You and Ni-ki immediately dove into a quiet conversation, each of you wanting to learn more about your soulmate. Jungwon looked at you with that same curious expression as when you left after your audition. 

“I have something I want to test,” he interrupted. You turned to him, eyebrows raised. He hesitated for a split second before gently intertwining your hands. You winced when you felt the burning on your soul mark again, this time on your right pointer finger. The three of you watched as the band changed from black to red.

“How come yours is a different color than mine?” Ni-ki questioned. You shrugged, unsure of the answer yourself.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll figure it out over time.” You looked up from your newly colored mark to Jungwon, who was typing quickly on his phone. “How did you know?” 

“Your emotions,” he started and dropped his phone into his lap to return his attention to you. “I have the shared emotions soulmark. I felt how nervous you’ve been today, especially when you introduced yourself and your song. I had a feeling even before you gave Ni-ki colors.”

“I assume you told the other boys,” Minjun quipped. Jungwon nodded. You were very happy you decided to look them up earlier. “I’ll be back, then. I need to gather some paperwork for Y/N to fill out.” 

“You think the others are my soulmates, too?” You pondered after the door closed behind Minjun. 

“It’s definitely possible. I’ve heard a couple other groups share a soulmate,” Jungwon noted. “ITZY and P1Harmony have gone public with their soulmates. TXT, Xikers, and Aespa are still private with theirs, but they’ve told some other idol groups.”

“Oh wow, I didn’t know so many–” You were cut off by the door slamming open. You clutched a hand over your heart, shouting a Jesus fucking Christ in English.

“AH!!” Jake beamed and pointed at you. He turned in circles, almost too excited to pick one thing to look at. 

“Show her, dumbass!” Someone teased from the hallway. Jake turned and moved closer to you then lifted part of his shirt. Across his left hip bone, in bold black letters, was the phrase “Jesus fucking Christ”. 

“I am so sorry!” You hid your face in your hands. “Ugh, why did I curse?! I wish I said something nicer.”

“It’s okay,” Jake chuckled and wedged his way between you and Jungwon. “It’s easy enough to cover, plus it’s funny as hell.” The other four members filed into the studio. Sunoo froze by the door to stare at you. 

“Alright!” You clapped to get everyone’s attention (which was already on you anyway). “My soulmark is physical, so I need everyone to touch my hand or something. Oh, and tell me what your soulmarks are.” The first to step up was Heeseung. He pulled the collar of his shirt down to reveal your initials printed underneath his collarbone. Him and Jake turned the bands on your left middle and pointer fingers into a rosy pink.

“I have a red string connecting my thumb to your chest,” Sunghoon grinned and ran the thumb with his string across your cheekbone. The band on your right middle finger turned the same shade of red as Jungwon’s. The burning was intense, but you needed to confirm all of the bonds. 

“You glow for me.” Sunoo was still entranced by the pulsing gold light surrounding your body. He simply patted your hair before sitting between Sunghoon and Ni-ki. Your left ring finger’s band changed to pale purple. The last to approach was Jay, who sat right in front of you.

“I don’t know what my soulmark is,” he admitted. You nodded and held your hands out to him. He took them into his own, changing the band on your right ring finger red. His smile dropped ever so slightly. Nothing changed for him. 

“Nothing?” Jay shook his head and you smiled sadly. “I’m sorry��”

“It’s not your fault.” He started to pull his hands away, but paused when he looked at your palms. They were a deep, forest green. Jay’s eyebrows pinched together in concentration. He ran his fingers down your forearm, a trail of green following his touch. 

“What do the different colors mean?” Jake peeked over Jay’s shoulder, who was still running his fingers across any patch of exposed skin in fascination, smiling so hard his eyes were almost closed.

“I’m not really sure,” you shrugged. Sunghoon tapped his chin. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head.

“Maybe it shows different types of bonds,” he started. “Not all soul bonds are the same, after all.”

“That’s true,” you agreed. “I’ll probably figure out what the colors mean as I get to know all of you.” The door opened again and Minjun stepped back into the studio, tablet in hand.

“So?” The elder probed, one eyebrow arched. You held up your hands to show off your now-colorful fingers. “I can’t say I’m surprised. For now, I just need you to sign a standard NDA. I have to discuss more specifics with the managers of the other groups that share a soulmate.” Minjun handed you the tablet. You barely skimmed the agreement before signing and dating the form. 

“Is this going to affect my chances of getting the backup dancer position?” You asked as you handed the tablet back to the manager. 

“That is part of the specifics I need to ask about. If you’d like to spend time together, please do so here or at their dorms until we do a security sweep of your home.” Minjun tucked the tablet under his arm and left the studio once more. 

“Let’s go to the dorms. We can order food and get to know each other better,” Jungwon suggested and stood to grab his bag.

“Dude, we just left them to come here!” Jake groaned. “Why didn’t you just bring her to us?”

“You know Minjun wouldn’t let us without confirming that she is actually everyone’s soulmate.” Jungwon held the door open and gestured to the hallway. You followed the boys as they made their way back to the dorms.

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[ghostradiodylan]

Dylan was the one with the big pathetic crush, right? Ryan was supposed to be cool about this. He was saying all the cool lines. So why didn’t he feel cool? His face felt physically warm and it wasn’t because of his proximity to the campfire.

Playlist Needle Drop: Kiss The Boy - Keiynan

Companion piece to Truth or Dare: Dylan's Version.

Both are excerpts from the second chapter of my longer story Particles & Waves.

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Ryan had said he wasn’t coming to this party. 

He’d been pretty adamant about it too, so much so that a couple of the girls had gasped at the intensity of his refusal. Ryan had fought with himself all afternoon. He wasn’t the most flexible person in the world when it came to plans changing and the upheaval of what should have been their final day at camp had been harder on him than on the others. He really couldn’t understand how easily they all seemed to take everything in stride. But even keeping his own particular sensitivities in mind, Ryan felt things had objectively been extremely weird.

Chris Hackett was being cagey as fuck, and that was so unlike him that Ryan worried he might be having a psychotic break. Then their van had caught fire out of fucking nowhere and now they were stuck spending the night at the empty camp. It would have been a long drive to make multiple times if they’d split up and taken shifts in Chris’s car, but didn’t he know anyone else nearby with a car? The whole Hackett family lived just through the woods and Ryan knew Kaylee and Caleb had their own wheels. Hell, they had their own scrapyard full of car parts, surely together they could have fixed the van in a matter of hours if they hadn’t all gone MIA at the same time. It hadn’t made sense to Ryan, but no one else had seemed overly concerned.

And now Ryan had been left in charge, but nobody particularly wanted to listen to him. And, really, why would they? He was being a total buzzkill and he knew it. Still, something was very, very wrong here and it stuck in Ryan like a splinter. His impulse was to find a quiet corner of the lodge, curl up into the smallest possible ball of humanity he could become, put in his earbuds, and check out of life until it had time to think about its actions and decided to start making sense again. But Dylan’s face had fallen when Ryan had expressed his highly reasonable concerns and the foundation of Ryan’s reserve began to crack as soon as that cheeky grin had slipped, he could feel it as it happened.

What was it about Dylan? He could be so fucking annoying. He tried to make everything into a joke or a bit and he had no respect for boundaries, especially not for Ryan’s. And every time Ryan let Dylan get away with violating those boundaries, he knew he was just reinforcing his bad behavior, inviting him to be even worse the next time. But when Ryan was honest with himself, he had to grapple with the fact that easily the most annoying thing about Dylan was how much he liked him.

Dylan had come after him when he stormed off, because of course he had. Of course he would ruin the sanctity of Ryan’s attempt at a dramatic exit. And Ryan pretended not to be pleased to see him. He did a lot of that, he wasn’t even sure why. They’d gone into the office to charge their phones and Dylan kept making stupid jokes and asking Ryan for his phone number and Ryan kept not giving it to him, even though he definitely wanted him to have it. He would give it to him eventually, he knew, he just wasn’t in the mood right now. Maybe tomorrow, though, on the ride home. Even once Dylan’s phone was charged, Ryan suspected his offer of shared earbuds would be accepted if he extended it again—Dylan might not have cared about Bizarre Yet Bonafide, but he definitely cared about getting to sit close enough to Ryan for the earbuds to reach him. He’d just start making a contact entry for Dylan in his phone and silently pass it over to him while they rode in the van and he’d text him with a noncommittal “hey” so he had his number. He knew Dylan would take it from there and Ryan knew that he would let him.

No big deal, he thought, I’m definitely not falling in love with him. Not even a little bit.

The truth was, Ryan had begun to feel the ground tilting beneath him, tipping him inexorably in Dylan’s direction. He knew that eventually the incline would be steep enough that he could no longer resist, he’d have no choice but to topple into the other boy and accept the fact that he was falling for him. But, for now, Ryan’s instinct was to stand his ground. For a while, he’d thought maybe he could wait it out and actually get away from camp before that happened, avoid a messy entanglement that surely wouldn’t be worth it in the end, but time was no longer on his side. He’d reached the tipping point and he couldn’t get away. He wasn’t playing hard-to-get, not intentionally, he was just cautious. Ryan didn’t trust people easily and though Dylan was steadily chipping away at his defenses, his natural response to someone frequently choosing to be near him was to question their motives. 

In the meantime, Ryan would give Dylan what he wanted with regard to the party, he’d known that he would as soon as he’d said that he wouldn’t. It was just the principle of the thing, someone had to act like they gave a shit around here. He tried not to interrogate the fact that it seemed more important to him at the moment not to disappoint Dylan than it did not to disappoint Chris Hackett, but he was also mad at Chris for dipping out on him, on all of them, so that was a factor too.

Dylan had made Ryan into a liar, and Ryan sat at the fire pit hoping to sand the edges off his anxiety with some disgustingly unrefrigerated beer. He tried to tell himself he was doing it to keep an eye on everyone. It was a reasonable enough cover that he could tell anyone who asked, though no one did. After all, he could head off trouble much easier if he stuck with the crowd than he could from his intended position of isolation inside the lodge. But Dylan kept catching his eye with this dumb little self-satisfied smile on his face, like he was just so pleased that Ryan had come around to his scheming once again, and Ryan’s traitorous heart had leapt in his chest every time he did. 

And then Emma had sniped Abi’s turn out from under her and fixed him in her sights.

“Ryan,” she had said, “truth or dare?”

Ryan had a general idea of what was coming. Kaitlyn had already planted the seed. This game was going to be all about forcing everyone’s naked feelings out into the open so they could be poked and prodded and judged by the crowd. Every truth would be a confession and every dare a kiss. Neither felt particularly safe to Ryan, but he went for actions over words and piled on the bravado, hoping he could fake confidence well enough to convince even himself that he wasn’t nervous or uncomfortable about this at all. 

“Dare,” he said, “gimme what you got.”

She’d said he had a choice and he’d asked if she could do that. He wasn’t expecting to have to make another choice beyond choosing the dare and now he couldn’t predict what it would be. He felt like the whole camp knew Dylan was into him, who else would she involve?

“I dare you to kiss either Kaitlyn… or Dylan.”

Kaitlyn? Was Kaitlyn interested in him too? Did Emma think Ryan was interested in Kaitlyn? She might have flirted with him a little and he’d probably flirted back just a bit, but he hadn’t thought it was anything serious. This added wrinkle tripped him up momentarily, not because he wasn’t sure who to choose, but because he wasn’t sure how to go about it. He did like Kaitlyn, and were he not increasingly certain that his trajectory was set with Dylan at its endpoint, he might have welcomed the opportunity to kiss her. Certainly, if he’d been dared to kiss her outright without having the option to kiss Dylan instead, he would have done so and probably been perfectly happy about it. It was just a kiss, after all, not a commitment.

But in this scenario, kissing Kaitlyn meant not kissing Dylan. And the more Ryan thought about kissing Dylan, the more he thought that not doing so would be a wholly unacceptable choice for him to make. Ryan hadn’t told anyone at camp he was bi because it was none of their business, but the dare had seemed, in a way, calculated to ferret out the truth of his sexuality. He didn’t think he owed his truth to anyone, with the possible exception of Dylan, but it was the last night of camp and no one had been anything but supportive of Dylan being conspicuously gay for two solid months—any gripes his fellow counselors had about Dylan had nothing to do with his being gay and everything to do with his being Dylan. Anyway, Ryan might not owe anyone anything, but he didn’t have anything to hide either.

“Wow… I mean… I guess ‘both’ is off the table?”

Ryan thought better of this statement as soon as it was too late to take it back. He’d meant to indicate that anyone would be lucky to get to kiss either of his options, but he’d made himself sound a little too neutral. Plus, what if Emma called his bluff and told him to kiss them both? He’d have to do it and he wasn’t sure how any of them would feel about that, even him. Would his attempt at appeasement just end up upsetting both Kaitlyn and Dylan? It wouldn’t be unheard of for his good intentions to blow up on him in such a manner. Luckily for Ryan, Emma wanted him to choose, so choose he did.

“Dylan,” he said, “let’s go.”

Dylan rose and walked his way and Ryan hoped his own face didn’t reflect all the undignified fluttering his heart was doing. Dylan was the one with the big pathetic crush, right? Ryan was supposed to be cool about this. He was saying all the cool lines. So why didn’t he feel cool? His face felt physically warm and it wasn’t because of his proximity to the campfire. And then Dylan was leaning toward him and pressing his lips to Ryan’s so gently and it was so good and so right and then, abruptly, it was over.

The kiss had been too short and too restrained, barely more than a peck really. The kind of kiss you get when you’re playing spin the bottle in middle school. But the sparks had come from the closeness and the chemistry and they’d been undeniable. Dylan had so clearly wanted it, and yet he’d been the one who pulled away, as if he’d been afraid of taking too many liberties. This was the guy who’d been joking about boners and sex dungeons all night? Ryan had kind of expected something a little sexier, maybe borderline raunchy even, but he’d been so… respectful. It was equal parts disappointing and endearing. And Ryan’s lips, all of him really, had chased after Dylan, the movement had been involuntary. As Dylan retreated, Ryan had fought the urge to grab him by his shirt collar, to pull him back in for a second attempt. But he couldn’t let himself do it. The reaction from the onlookers if he had, well, Ryan was sure it would be enough for him to die of embarrassment on the spot. They didn’t deserve the free show anyway. Not here, he’d thought, and not now, but definitely later.

“Always happy to please,” Ryan had said, as if he had even done anything besides sit there and be stunned. God, he felt like such a tool sometimes.

But, to be fair, Dylan did look pleased. They had smiled at each other like two smitten idiots because, as Ryan was finally allowing himself to admit, that’s exactly what they were. Both of them. For the brief remainder of the messy game, Dylan kept giving him these smoldering half-lidded glances and Ryan kept thinking, later, we’ll come back to this later. Maybe in the lodge, or the broken-into cabin, or right here in one of these tents, they were going to get away from everyone else and give that kiss another try. Another several tries. Later. Later. Later.

And then all hell had broken loose and there was no later. And now there never would be. 

Nick was bitten and became increasingly sick and scary. Then Dylan was bitten and everything turned to blood and chainsaws and ‘bears’ and Ryan hadn’t been sure if anything that happened before that counted anymore. He’d thought maybe the connection between them had been severed along with Dylan’s hand.

Still, Ryan was glad they’d shared that moment by the campfire. It was the last bit of blissfully ignorant normalcy they’d get to enjoy. As much as he’d wished their first and only kiss had gone differently, wished that everything that night had gone differently, he hoped it had given an affirmative answer to the question Dylan seemed to ask with his whole being any time they were within ten feet of each other.

Ryan would have liked to cut the memory of the kiss free of the rest of the timeline, paste it into a different volume of his mental scrapbook, and keep it from being tainted by everything that came after. But memory just didn’t work that way, it wasn’t like the partitioned plate Ryan used at home to keep different foods from touching. The blackness spread, branching, through his memories like it had through Dylan’s arm. No matter how hard he tried to build walls between them in his mind, the bitter would always seep into the sweet. Ryan might return to the memory of Dylan’s lips on his when he found himself craving sweetness, but he’d always come away with his mouth tasting of blood.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

kurunthokai, 168 — “what the hero said to his heart”

[la-galaxie-langblr]

today on random languages my brain is going 👀 at is biblical hebrew and biblical greek

[saturnvs]

spring is here!!

[ruby-red-inky-blue]

i'm seeing maybe THE band of my teenage years live this summer and i could not be more excited!! ...i'm also realising i don't actually know the lyrics to any of their songs, only the nonsense my teenage brain assembled from what english i knew at the time

i've never spared a conscious thought for my conviction that American Idiot contained the line "that's not Plymouth on my flag America" but like. that can't be right. and it fully isn't! it's not. the only correct word in that whole line is "America"

[its-all-papaya]

Oh my god I must be so dumb because I thought 48 was about Charles dying. Like, getting the news he was terminally sick (therefore more or less forced to retire) and breaking it to Max. I am so dumb lmaoo

see…. this is ALSO a good interpretation. I honestly did not consider it when writing but upon further review, it rlly rlly does read that way. like I’m now confused about how I did that without meaning to. however people want to interpret it is so so fine, like I wanted it to be ambiguous on purpose! my writing is my writing but i don’t create and control meaning on my own, that’s everyone’s job collectively

read 48 (the world is ending)

[proserpine-in-phases]

I hate how every job says they're looking for a person like this because I am none of those things? Where are the jobs willing to pay top dollar for an unmotivated unprofessional cold unpersonable non starter who is disorganized and pays very little attention to detail?

[ghostradiodylan]

Main AO3 Profile - Liz Lapin

Short request fills at WolfawayCamp

Multi-chapter

Particles & Waves: A Ghost Love Story - Longform Dylan/Ryan Paranormal Romance 💕 (In progress)

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One-off A Date with a Chainsaw - Post-Radio Hut Dylan/Ryan scene ���️‍🩹

Shorts/WIP Previews/Drabbles WIP P&W Chapter Excerpt - Kaitlyn & Dylan Being Besties

P&W Chapter Excerpt - Truth or Dare: Dylan's Version

P&W Chapter Excerpt - Truth or Dare: Ryan's Version

P&W Chapter Excerpt - Truth or Dare: Kaitlyn’s Version

P&W Chapter Excerpt - The Final Girl

WIP P&W Short Excerpt - Mercury in Gatorade

WIP One-Off Excerpt - Thirst Games

✨Thanks to everyone who has been reading, liking, sharing, commenting, and caring, it means so much.✨

[cartoon-skeleton]

a lot of my teachers this year have randomly complimented me on my writing even when the class largely has nothing to do with it and tbh??!??! it's really nice and it makes me want to write more?!?!?!!?!?!

[surpriserose]

God i hate the american education system

[prommytheus]

a redraw of my first ever ocs, creatively named by 6 year old Simon “Fox and Mouse”

[itspileofgoodthings]

a few of my students have said that they want to be an English teacher at least partially because of me which is very sweet and also lololol hilarious because I never wanted to be an English teacher even though I was made to do it

[kalashtars]

nothing like the last 2 weeks of the semester to make you question every life decision you've ever made

[itwoodbeprefect]

just had the experience of succesfully sounding out แว่นกันแดด in my head, recognizing those sounds ("waen kan daet") as something i'd seen in transliterated script, confidently going "zonnebril!", and then seeing it translated as sunglasses and going wait?? that was wrong?? for a whole two seconds before remembering that no, those words actually do all fit into the same mold, i was just pouring a different language into it by accident