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shiverandqueeef · 1 year ago
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bury your gays this unbury your gays that! all this discourse and none of you are remembering the greatest unburied gay of them all our lord and saviour jesus christ
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natalieleif · 6 months ago
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IT'S PRIDE MONTH, which means it's time for the TAKE ALL OF US 'UNBURY YOUR GAYS' BOOK TOUR!! If you're in the Seattle area--or want to be a virtual attendee--take a look at all these cool, FREE events! Come readalong about zombies, talk about queerness and disability and horror, and have some yummy brain snacks!
SCHEDULE:
6/4 - First chapter readalong on Tiktok (@pumpkinleef) @ 6 pm PST 6/5 - LAUNCH PARTY at Third Place Books in Ravenna! @ 7-9 pm PST 6/7 - Write-in at Lynnwood Public Library @ 3-5 pm PST 6/13 - Reading/Q&A at Outsider Comics @ 3-5 pm PST 7/11 - Booth at Scream for Queer Art in Cap Hill @ 6-10 pm PST 7/12 - Virtual convo w/ @themarissae @ 3 pm PST!
WHAT IS TAKE ALL OF US?
TAKE ALL OF US is my upcoming YA 'soft' horror about a disabled teen zombie in love with his best friend, the town zombie hunter. He has to figure out his feelings before his brain rots, figure out what's causing the epidemic in town, and in general learn how to assert himself and take up space for the first time in his life. It's about living with disability during a pandemic (*cough*), it's about kids supporting each other, and it's about being queer and growing up in rural West Virginia.
It's launching on the 4th of June, and available for preorder NOW!
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booorki · 1 year ago
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oh my fucking god, Buttons is gonna resurrect Izzy
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authorkarajorgensen · 1 year ago
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Art of Oliver and Felipe by Oblivionsdream
I commissioned art of Oliver and Felipe from @oblivionsdream and I NEEDED to show it off. Look at my boys ;--; I wanted something soft since so much of The Reanimator's Heart and The Reanimator's Soul is so tense. They deserve more rest and softness.
Oliver (black hair) is an autistic necromancer, and Felipe (brown hair) is an undead investigator working for the Paranormal Society.
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shyjusticewarrior · 8 months ago
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The only death Tim can experience is twink death
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tenshinokorin · 2 years ago
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"Well, what're you gonna do now, Tongari?"
It was the darkest hour of the night, with only one moon still above the horizon, and the ghost of Nicholas D. Wolfwood was sitting in Vash's hotel room window, sunglasses on, smoking a cigarette. It was not the first time he had been there, in any number of hotel windows over the years, but it was the first time in a long time that he had actually said anything.
Vash, lying on his side in the bed, knew the rules by now. Don't try and look at him straight on, especially not in the eyes. Don't try to get up and go to him, no matter how desperately you want to. Do not, under any circumstances, try to touch him. Don't ask for more than you can have, or he will vanish. Stay still, and keep the spell from breaking as long as you can. Morning and reality will come soon enough.
Vash knew the rules, but it was a desperate struggle every time. After all, even Orpheus had looked back. And he had known the rules, too.
"I don't know," Vash admitted.
"Some shit don't change." Wolfwood blew smoke at the setting moon, and Vash could smell it, but whether it was in his mind or some other kind of real, he never knew. "'Course. Lots of options for you now with your mojo comin' back. Make a new arm, or take over the world?"
Vash crushed his face into the pillow. "There has got to be some middle ground there."
"Oh hell, sure. Or you could just do nothing." The glint of the moon caught in Wolfwood's glasses, reflecting a mischievous spark in the eyes beneath them. "You're good at that one."
Vash sat up in indignation. "Hey, since when have I--" But there was no point in finishing the question. He was alone in the little hotel room, and yet somehow, he had still lost the argument.
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unbury-the-gays · 2 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)
Characters: Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Kiyan (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Rare Pairings, Pining, Winter, Based on Scavenger Hunt: Cat School Gear quest, Reunions, Sensuality, Gay Sex, Intimacy, Not Beta Read
Series: Part 5 of Unbury The Gays
Summary: In the biting cold of winter, Prince Adrien's heart aches for Kiyan, a witcher who embodies both danger and desire. As snow seals the roads and hope fades, a familiar silhouette appears on the horizon. Will Adrien’s love be enough to guide Kiyan home, or will the ghosts of their pasts threaten to tear them apart once more?
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Sam finding out about Benny is so juicy, it’s catching-him-with-the-mistress meets your-brother’s-secret-gay-lover meets Dean-queen-of-the-hypocrites meets we-have-vampire-friends-now? meets who-I-did-on-my-summer-vacation meets you-could-have-died meets--
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hp-fanfic-archive · 4 months ago
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at the end of his tether by hellebored Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: M Word Count: 4k There's a worn page folded in an inner pocket of Harry's robes with a single underlined paragraph. Discrete magical signatures have been observed after the destruction of a Dementor. Some scholars believe this implies that the souls of its victims persist as captives within its form, as opposed to undergoing immediate obliteration, and therefore serve the purpose of providing the creature with sustenance over a prolonged period of time. Harry has carried it for nearly two years.
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jlilycorbie · 1 year ago
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Make It True
Thanks to @flashfictionfridayofficial​ for the prompt.
cw: death, implied violence, implied strangulation
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The butterflies led me to her. Heralds of death, she told me. There were so many of them, as small as a fingertip, as big as my spread hands. A vibrant, fluttering rainbow that brought me to what should have been a nighttime sight, drenched in sunlight. Flowers waved over her, and butterflies landed on her open eyes, her slack lips, her outstretched hands. Jewel-toned wings closed and opened, displaying and concealing the garish marks around her neck.
"No," I said out loud. "Not like this."
Two days. She'd been two days gone, and no one believed she was in trouble, she needed help. Her father, the police, even our other friends, not another soul joined my search.
"I knew," I whispered. So close you might as well be sisters, they teased, but they didn't believe she'd never leave me. I reached out to her, and the butterflies fluttered away, a riot of color that made me close my eyes. She was sun-warm, but not living-warm.
I knew what I should do, but we'd both of us spent our whole lives on should, should, should, and where did it get us? Alone among the flowers, she still, so still. You can recognize places of death, she told me, because that's where the flowers grow.
If no one else knew what happened here, it wasn't real yet.
So I sat beside her while the sun set and dark settled around us. I held her hand and I reminded her of all the things we planned to do together until dewfall anointed us both. I reached out to the heavy flowers bowed around us, and I gathered dew in my palms. I washed her eyes, her lips, her bruised throat, and I rested a hand over her still heart.
I bent to kiss her, and she took the breath right from my lungs in a gasp. Her fingers clutched my arms, tight, tight. Her eyes closed and opened them again to take in the dawn of the third day since she disappeared. 
"You came," she whispered, her voice raw.
"Always," I swore, and she kissed me again, dragging me down beside her on top of dry, crackling grass. "He said you ran away, but I knew."
She sat up, and brittle flowers dropped their browned petals in a shower around us. "That's what he said?" A smile played over her lips and she looked over the desiccated meadow. "Let's make it true."
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moonxshape · 10 months ago
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this post is about Bernie Wolfe
i have therefore learned nothing
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authorkarajorgensen · 8 months ago
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Title and Blurb Reveal for The Reanimator Mysteries #3
Today is the day for a title and blurb reveal for the third Reanimator Mysteries book! May I present to you THE REANIMATOR'S REMAINS 💀, coming October 29th. 🫀An autistic necromancer 🪦His undead love 🌳And a town built on secrets.
Preorder it at all most major retailers! GooglePlay will be available closer to release day, as will paperbacks.
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If you haven't read The Reanimator's Heart (TRM #1) or The Reanimator's Soul (TRM #2), there is plenty of time to catch up before book 3 comes out October 29th.
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beneath-the-willow-tree · 2 months ago
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I miss Sidereus. :( Truly one of my OCs of all time.
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igraine-ohnefurcht · 4 months ago
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Turning one of my OCs into a shadow creature that gave up his humanity because he thinks his boyfriend died is a great idea, right?
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pdxtrent · 6 months ago
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So I’m a fan of the comics, and when it was announced DBD was getting made, I checked who was involved and saw the showrunner was from Supernatural I was pretty sure the Charles/Edwin ship was going to get skipped. Which was fine, honestly. I love the Sandman Universe and loved the Dead Boys and tv has taught me to not have high expectations.
But then the first episode started and I’m like ‘there’s a very queer vibe here’. Then we got the Cat King. And Edwins gay panic. And I started to realize that this was in fact going to be really really gay.
That the showrunner and director took a show about literal dead queers and gave us an explicit repudiation of the most egregious form of the ‘bury your gays’ trope that any tv show has ever managed (and what is superhell if not that?) and that one of them is the actual Superhell director?
That’s a new kind of fuck you to a former employer. 10/10. No notes. I love this kind of writerly drama.
Honestly the Dead Boy Detectives writers did something so unbelievably funny by interrupting a love confession with the confessing character being dragged to (super)hell and then immediately fixing it.
They really went RIP to Supernatural but we’re different.
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Cas strolling into Heaven just sprung from the Empty carrying Starbucks: bury this DICK
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