#a sentence fragment

[stjohnstarling]

I hate to stand around and beat this drum, but if you like What Manner of Man, please, please review it on Goodreads. Goodreads reviews are the only way that people in the publishing industry can tell that anyone has read this book. What Manner of Man is functionally invisible without them.

[sfsolstice]

Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller, d. March 26, 1932, from A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

[kaiserouo]

if ordan karris wanna complete that sentence does that mean he also likes us?

[kiisuuumii]

Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (tr. Sinan Antoon)

[hypewinter]

The moment the last of his loved ones died, Danny left Earth. After all there was no more reason to stay. No one left to protect. Instead he went deep deep into space. Allowing himself to get lost in his obsession. Far away from his grief, Danny passed the years by exploring all that the cosmos had to offer (which was a lot).

Occasionally Clockwork would appear next to him. He'd tell him about all that was happening on Earth. The changes that were being made. But Danny simply couldn't bring himself to care. After all, what meaning did change have to a being who would live forever? That's what he thought until he came face to face with said change. In the form of a green clad hero hailing from the very planet that had become such a distant yet painful memory.

[lokimobius]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @elodiah and @insomniaflarrow

Still writing silliness, still doing it slowly and still sharing more than seven sentences. Happy Sunday!!!!!!

Loki stepped closer to the shelves, taking in the various items on display between books. “Are you using the Tesseract as a bookend?” “Yes… It’s, uh, actually the one you had when you got taken in…” Mobius said, biting his lip nervously. “And how, pray tell, did you end up with it in your possession?” “I know a guy.” Loki raised his eyebrow. “I assume this is the same guy who helped you with your dagger collection.” Mobius nodded silently.

no pressure tags:

@kcscribbler @in-my-loki-feels @thosegayoldmen @silentxsymphony @devilbearingtrouble

@distracteddream @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @ghoulehhh @tealdropsworld

@impulsemuppet @boredintjqueen  @mirilyawrites @zephyrsobsessions

[uncertaininnit]

The Constant (s4 ep5) and The Variable (s5 ep14) respectively

[capn-twitchery]

twitch callout except it's a poem entirely made of phrases from Putnam's Phrase Book: An Aid to Social Letter Writing and to Ready and Effective Conversation (with Over 100 Model Social Letters and 6000 of the World’s Best English Phrases) (1921) [x]

[beansidhebumbling]

Micro story: sweat for Jurian 👀

In a living room littered with the detritus of Elain’s birthday celebrations, Feyre’s sleepy gaze was fixed on his lounging form. Roughly hewn and richly coloured, he was a man of precious metals with silver at his temples and a gleaming bronze expanse of neck and chest more exposed than covered by his vermillion shirt.

Sharp and scarred and human- he had always been someone worth painting.

‘You are too much for this cage, Feyre Archeron.’

Jurian said it soft and easy, voice husky from Summer wine and Autumn whiskey.

The thoughts that ran through her head were fast and whirling and dangerous. Of roughened hands and chapped lips on hers. Of buried memories and current fantasies. Of freedom found as an Exile, when the taste of humanity had still burned the back of her throat.

She said nothing as she left the room, knowing Jurian would not chase her.

Maybe tomorrow she would find the fangs she’d pulled from her own mouth decades before. Maybe tomorrow she’d know if the salt of his sweat still tasted the same.

[mythmagicetc]

"i heard some dick was being mean to you" scene in 911 8.17 x "laurie you're being mean" scene in little women (2019). you get it

[vulpinesaint]

listen i am geralt of rivia hater number one but one thing i actually CANNOT stand is when the fandom mischaracterizes him. took one look at this man who speaks very straight-forwardly and matter-of-fact and is a little recalcitrant with his words sometimes and went "haha he communicates in grunts! man who only says 'hm'!" and then won't even write him to speak in full fucking sentences. hello???? hello???????? yes the netflix show was a bad influence on everybody because they were trying too hard to depict geralt as a stoic manly badass but we CANNOT let that distract us from the REAL thing to make fun of geralt for. which are his Constant Unprovoked Monologues

[boo-cool-robot]

Miserable WIP...

[suddencolds]

✍️ (non-snz character study)

[avalost]

Microfic asks, for Pillars: "one chance"?

Endless blue, as far as the eye could see. Blue water. Blue sky. The blue tinge creeping up his fingertips.

Rekke had shivered at first, but now his teeth had finally stopped their chattering. The water had been so cold before, but now… Had the sun warmed it? If only his fingers would listen better, and hold on to the crate…

His thoughts swam with the waters.

Endless blue, sky and sea becoming one in the distance. The first person to travel past the storms, to bring the word of God… Was there anyone to hear it?

It would be a particular kind of joke, would it not, to send one like him out beyond the bounds of all the maps, only to arrive and find nothing?

Despite himself, Rekke smiled weakly. He lay his head down on the crate and closed his eyes against the vast blue nothing, and tried to dream.

He dreamt that a shadow appeared on the horizon. Of sky and sea separating once more, the dark shape parting them. Drawing nearer.

Can it be…? God… Give me this chance. One chance…

The shadow drew closer, festooned with masts and sails and flags in bizarre shapes. Only in dreams did he have to bargain so much with his arm just to convince it to raise and wave. Only in dreams did his voice refuse him outright.

A rope ladder, unwinding like a sea serpent. A splash in the water beside him. Strong hands hauling him up that ladder, onto the deck. Strange sounds, voices, noises – his dreams spoke in a strange tongue, and he could not understand.

They released him, though, and he fell onto hands and knees. He could have cried. Maybe, when he woke, he would.

(micro-story prompt asks)

[sfsolstice]

Dorothea Lasky, from Animal

[puckpocketed]

People talk in broken off sentences so often. All the time. I hate it here. Come boy i will butcher your speech in my transcript to make it make sense. <3