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[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[n7punk]

i love stardew modders fr

[loafofryebread]

neither a morning or night person but a secret third thing (always tired)

[freitag1607]

1.05 / Battle of the Labyrinth

[camillamaecaulay]

graves grow no green that you can use.

gwendolyn brooks

[lilyandere]

[morepeachyogurt]

Cain by José Saramago translation by Margaret Jull Costa

[litchiteany]

⭐️🌕⭐️⭐️🌕⭐️ ⭐️🌕⭐️

Twilight Dreams💤

✨🌙

In the stillness of night, as respite is due,

I slip into a world where dreams imbue.

Escaping a realm where our love’s torn asunder,

Into a land of mysteries, a peaceful slumber.

Dreadful is the light that pierces my dreams,

As dawn breaks, its harshness gleams.

But in the twilight hours, I hold tight,

To the fading whispers of a dream's flight

A universe of wonders, a sanctuary divine,

Where realities blur and fantasies entwine.

In enchanted moments, possibilities unfurl,

A dance of shadows and light's gentle twirl.

I cling to this refuge, my haven of peace,

Where time suspends and sorrows cease.

For in the realm where dreams hold sway,

I'll linger until the break of day.

JI

04-26-24

[warcorrespondence]

From our very own Correspondent, @ep6bastogne/ferretbueller, the fic that made me cry first thing in the morning: other people.

fandom: Band of Brothers

pairing: Webgott

teen, 2634 words

Bel and I have an ongoing discussion about sad!fics: she adores them, I run and hide from them. But every once in a while, a little heartbreak slips past my guard, and I am reminded of just how beautiful they can be.

I am eternally in awe of how some particularly talented writers can create a whole world with so few words. This dreamy fic. I use that word advisedly, not in the sense of floating clouds or a lovely, hazy filter, but to evoke the way dreams work, with small details carrying so much meaning, with the weight of years of connection and love and longing and frustration and loneliness, all told with the rhythms of a taxi completing the same circuit over and over, a train ride from Boston to San Francisco, a light on in an apartment window.

Webster goes to visit Liebgott every so often, never with a plan, never with an intention to stay. It could almost be impersonal, except for the peppermint tea Lieb keeps on hand to soothe Web's upset stomach after the long train ride. Except for the way they can hear each other, even in silence.

There is heartbreak, because you can see how maybe there could have been more - but there won't be, because of the time they live in, but more than that because of the men they are. But there is also something lovely in what little they have allowed themselves - because it's love.

He stands when Joe comes to the table and takes his vacated seat. “I’ll go into the other room. Just listen.” Joe rolls his eyes, but closes them obediently. Above his head, his upstairs neighbor clatters, stomps. A driver down the street wails impatiently on his horn. Web must have a much lighter step; Joe can’t make out a goddamn sound from him. The only way he’d know right now if Web left the apartment altogether is by the telltale squeak of the front door hinges. He feels it suddenly, a change in the silence. A shift in the air. Web moves noiselessly, maybe isn’t moving at all, but Joe can tell that he’s in the room. He was right, too—the air moves around his body, makes space for it. His presence alters the way the sound bends. The skin on the back of Joe’s neck prickles, a little heads-up before he feels Web’s mouth on his, just a soft kiss, a hello, I’m here, confirmation of what Joe already knows.

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Me too by @alorchik | alorchik

T | 1K | Hawk/Tim | Cozy Corner AU | Fluff | 50s Era

Hawk feels he can afford it now, here, with Tim.

Week Two: for the ‘How do I love thee, let me count the weeks…’ Valentines Celebration.

Hosted by @fellow-travelers-events

[lupines-slash-recs]

Rec: Jiuling by thursdaystgiles

Title: Jiuling Author: thursdaystgiles Canon: Pet Shop of Horrors Pairing: Leon Orcot/Count D Rating: Mature [🍊] Word Count: 2,873 Summary: Leon never thought he’d see D drunk…hell, he never thought he’d see

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[awaylaughing]

For prompt one, background (remix). My Corval Lady, Pippa

Pairings: Corval Lady/Zarad, though they don't get up to anything fun

Warnings: this is about someone dying, so lots of death but no active violence or anything of the sort

Under the cut for some meta-like rambles about Why Merat and Why Corval. Also, did post this in the community earlier but I am BACK to also make sure it's unavoidably in the tags

Pippa's a somewhat interesting character among my 7KPP stable in that she's the only one who was built in total ignorance and then backfilled. I picked her background and basically everything about her blind to what she would need to be, and as a result her earliest build was deeply non-viable.

Her second go-around was just tweaking stats to make her work, and after that I replayed her as a few variants; a Cordelia-lite pirate, a Widow's who friendliness was a both genuine and an armour, the princess in the tower. All of them showed me what was the foundation of Pippa and what could really be negotiated. Hise and Arland didn't work because it became clear that Pippa was a political animal, and being on the margins was never going to work for her. Widow didn't work because in the end, I wanted the sense of a family in her quarter.

So, back to Corval this time with purpose. The introduction of Merat at her most basic, unnamed and half-formed comes a fair bit later however, after Pippa's parents and extended family came into being. Indeed, Merat doesn't really exist on her own merits, she's exists mostly because of two characters:

Zarad, and Constance.

Constance was the initial impetus actually, I liked the idea of a Corval Lady who had become the surrogate little sister to Constance, not in that they have a sibling relationship but in that in a world without a Princess, Corval Lady is the character who has the power to save Constance. Then the idea that Constance might serve a strange similar function for Pippa, a replacement for the sister she couldn't save.

Of course, initially it wasn't that clear. I just wanted some sibling stuff, and Merat died much younger and much less dramatically. Once Zarad as Pippa's secret and rather dangerous paramour entered the scene is when Merat became a more fully formed character. I even at points toyed with not killing Merat, but as I developed the Pippa/Zarad story it became pretty clear that Merat, who was very much her sister's contrast, was going to die.

Thus we end up here, Merat dead and Pippa and her family left to handle the emotional fallout. There's an equally angsty potential follow up where Pippa dumps Zarad despite the fact they're both still very much in love, tied to some things only very obliquely alluded to in this fic. I don't know if I'll ever write it, but I'm forever tempted.https://archiveofourown.org/works/59913064

[mostremote]

i'm at 115k words total for the shivering season draft, and i have at least 20k more to write just to get it to the shortest possible finished version. and there's loads of other stuff i want to include so, jesus, this could end up hitting 150k.

ive written long stuff before but nothing anywhere near this length... my published books are only like 80k... but good god damn i just cant stop writing about eversnow disaster marriage trauma train

[ghost-bxrd]

how was your vacation? 🦉

It was great! Lots of great food and weather, got a lot of writing in, broke a rib, and finally got to try an iced white chocolate mocha and fell in love 💚💚💚✨

[stunt-lads]

I miss writing silly drabbles

Mayhaps I will try tomorrow night to write some

[silverdragonreads]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Skyfall (2012) - Fandom, James Bond (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: Q (James Bond), James Bond, Original Characters Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, Kidnapping Summary:

Q rolled his eyes. “Oh, there are just bloody wheels within wheels to it, aren’t there, this kidnapping business? Really, you should give it up. You’re not cut out for it. Think about it, your first time out, and you pinch a national intelligence treasure and ask his MI6 boyfriend for ransom. It isn’t very promising, is it?”