#making progress!

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

It's nice to wake up in the sunlight

[geddyqueer]

👽🕺🫄🧆

hi gonzo. this takes place directly prior to the one i posted earlier:

Maddie blinks a few times. "There's coincidence, and then there's fate," she says. "Imagine if they had to get rescued off that thing. I guess the coast guard flew a helicopter into a hurricane to find them."

"Helicopter pilots are a special kind of crazy," Buck says. He should know—he's kissed Lucy. 

"Anyway, are you going to tell me why you've been so hard to get ahold of for the last few months?"

Buck sighs, and picks a watery tomato out of his sandwich. "You remember Natalia?"

"Yeah," Maddie says. "I thought you two broke up?"

"We did, yeah, but we stayed friends. She's been, uh, introducing me to her people, and we've been having fun, you know?"

"Okay."

"And, well, a couple months ago she took me to a drag show at a gay bar."

"Oh! Was it fun?"

Buck smiles wistfully. "Oh, it was incredible," he says. "And then, after it was over, I started dancing with some people. Some guys, actually. And then I saw him."

Maddie pauses, falafel halfway to her mouth. "Saw… who?"

"The most beautiful man on earth," Buck groans. He reaches his hand into his pocket, feels for the earring he's been carrying around like a talisman ever since that day. "He was tall, and wide, and he was wearing a v-neck, and he had—hair, I dunno, and—and a jaw, and a cleft! And earrings! And he was looking at me, and I was looking at him, and then we danced, and we made out, and then we hooked up in the bathroom, and I pulled his earring out of his ear with my tongue, and he really liked—"

"Oh my god," Maddie says, flinging her falafel onto the floor as she covers her ears. "Sorry, pause, what? Are you—I didn't know you liked men?"

"I didn't, either," Buck says. He pulls the earring out of his pocket. "Until him."

"Wow," Maddie says. "So, did you get his number?"

[pearlypairings]

📣 gimme a P!

P!!!

you got your P, you got your P!

📣 gimme an E!

……and so on, until me and my imaginary gang of cheerleaders have spelled out pearlypairings because you deserve all the cheers for your WIP goals! 😆

Today’s mission, should you choose to accept it, is: one whole paragraph in the Chrissy/Patrick fic 💕

HIIIIIIIIIIII!!! This has been an absolute DELIGHT in my inbox. I'm obsessed with you and this cheer and ahhhh thank you for this!

Trying to write a little each day has been hard but so rewarding. Having you as my cheerleader along the way is even better<3

I have done numerous paragraphs for those two angsty hurt teens who desperately need comfort and fluff. Here's a sneak peek of next chapter:

Patrick pushed on, not waiting to hear their reply. A groan slipped through the trees and he dashed over a thorn bush where a great big oak tree towered over a small clearing. Leafless and rigid, the oak still commanded the forest with its solid stature and regal appearance. At the base of its trunk, three thick roots jutted out in separate directions and cut into the dirt floor with streams of debris. Something stirred on the west side of the trunk, shadows that looked like shuffling feet and frantic hands. “Chrissy?”

Tried to keep it mostly spoiler free :) though you've seen a lot more of what's to come behind the scenes ......;)

[lazulihearth]

"Alright squirt." And there was Ruby, patting BRS' head. "Say, you wanna go grab a bite together?"

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Dark hair compresses at the pat on her head. Thick, ruffled bangs concealing her bright sapphire hues. Tilting her head back to get a look at the taller woman. Her usually stoic expression was now twisted in a glare of... annoyance? her eyes narrowed to stare at Ruby; even though she knew that her height was irrelevant, she still took exception to that... for some reason. "... squirt?" She repeats, quietly. An indistinguishable hint of... curiosity? perhaps irritation? then, she took an abrupt step back; making some distance between them.. mainly so that she would stop touching her, already. Her hair was a ruffled mess, as she now stared blankly at Ruby- analyzing her words- her gaze shifting off to look away, as she processed it. 'A bite'? her brows furrowed slightly, at the prospect. A bite where? more importantly... what? was she even capable of getting hungry? how would she even know if she was? For a moment, she brought her hand up to her chin- visibly mulling the offer over.. then... slowly. Reluctantly- she gave a small nod... an agreement.

[rosemirmir]

Progress on this sickfic has been going nicely

[dracocheesecake]

Despite knowing literally nothing about Poppy's Playtime I somehow got attached to Doey and made OCs because I felt he deserved parents and then I foolishly got attached to those OCs so might post a tiny snip of something about them soon maybe?

Also update: almost finished on drabble request #3 and getting to work on drabble request #4- which might include me finally finishing and posting a new fanfic I've been meaning to get to!

[thecoolertails]

alright and with that, im done reading for tonight! what a great string of comics!

[bloodmoonlich]

[astriiformes]

Really says something about the dire state of offerings for men interested in sewing their own clothes that even searching things like "interesting men's clothing patterns" brings up articles with links to four or five whole websites that primarily offer admittedly nice but practically identical patterns for making button-ups and work pants and maybe a varsity/bomber jacket if you're lucky.

(Branching out into historical costuming for everyday wear is like your one shot at variation, and even then, the ratio of men's to women's patterns on every website is frustrating to say the least.)

Patternmakers as a trans man I am begging you. Give me a little more to work with here.

[gael-garcia]

Sugarcane (2024, Emily Kassie & Julian Brave Noisecat)

An investigation into abuse and missing children at an Indian residential school sparks a reckoning on the nearby Sugarcane Reserve.

[steampunk-swift-arrow]

New personal best with the cpap! I slept for more than 2 hours with it last night and wore the mask for 2 hours and 46 minutes!

[writeouswriter]

[greyhands]

From the depths of my bed (I've got the flu), this humble Sebastian colored sketch I've started some time ago.

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

unstoppable force (desire to write) vs immovable object (tired)

[sadagios]

my right hand man.

+ some really really rough sketches of duos for the au. if you cant figure whats going on with the sketches, dont worry, i cant either.